looked casually, but saw that Xiaofeng just looked at himself lightly. She smiled so sweetly, her face was full of expectation, she didn't even care about Yang Yuru's attitude, she didn't care about whether she would bless her, she was generous, talking and laughing.

Is this still the same Xiaofeng who hates his teeth when he sees other women standing next to him?

In his life, he had never seen this side of her, which was even more uncomfortable than when she scolded him and turned her face with him that day.

Not even jealousy is gone.

Love is gone.

A woman, only if she is completely dead, will treat her ex-husband as a passerby.

Now, she's finally done it.

For a moment, he didn't even know how to answer, and he forgot to smile.

As if inadvertently, Yang Yuru pulled him, went to the front, and greeted the others.

She has always been a smart person, and Ye Jia's gaffe is not a good thing for herself.

This night, the rest of the days, Ye Jia didn't know how he survived, as if he was spending like a year. It's obviously my own decision to give up, why do I turn it over and over again, and it's painful?

Could it be that men are also so entangled in pretentiousness?

No, no, no!

The figure of his mother appeared in front of him, and his mother told him sharply, "Even if I die, I will never allow Feng Feng to enter my house." Ye Jia, if you can't do this, I'll die in vain......"

Alone, threatened with death, what else can you do?

Li Huan and Feng Feng left soon after.

His eyes quietly followed the two, and he saw that the two of them were so intimate, especially Xiaofeng, when she and Li Huan were together, it was not like this, it was definitely not like this.

The current posture is only between lovers. In the past, no matter how intimate you was, you could see the estrangement, but now it's not like this, like lovers.

She didn't mean it.

It just came naturally.

After all, she and Li Huan are by no means without an emotional foundation, and the two have also experienced the same life and death - in other words, he Ye Jia is actually halfway in. The emotional foundation of the two is even weaker.

The sense of superiority that he once kept in front of Li Huan is now gone.

Anger, pain, despair, remorse...... But he still smiled, accompanied Yang Yuru from beginning to end, and became the most eye-catching hero and heroine of the night.

A voice reminded 10,000 times: Ye Jia, you are not qualified to be jealous!!

You're out of the right place for a long time.

Sending Yang Yuru back home, it was already early in the morning, this night, Yang Yuru was very happy, Yanran looked at him: "Go in and sit?" ”

He shook his head, like a knight, who had done everything and was gone, and it was time to say goodbye to the noblewoman.

Yang Yuru smiled unusually considerately: "You're tired these days, go back and rest early." ”

He stood in place, very silent, for a while: "Yuru, I'm sorry......"

She laughed, "Why do you say sorry? ”

His face was tired, his hands on his forehead, and he didn't know what to say.

But she understood.

A woman who was no longer confused, a woman who had already experienced the battle and slaughter, it was impossible for her not to understand the reason for his silence and weariness tonight. Therefore, despite the surprising regret and anger in my heart, I am still happy and angry.

In fact, she just regretted it in her heart.

This man, after all, is not as docile as he looks like, and he is full of machismo in his bones.