Does he really have a woman he likes?

And it is the woman in the photo, the one who looks similar to her.

Fang Yan walked to her side, bent over and picked up the chopsticks on the ground, and then went to the kitchen to get a pair of new ones. Seeing her reaction made him feel a little happy.

"It's a surprise?" She sat down opposite her and handed her chopsticks before she swallowed the noodles in her mouth and gradually returned to calm. "A little, I know too little about you." She said calmly, and continued to lower her head to eat noodles.

She really knew very little about his past. She asked him when she was his apprentice before, but he rarely said it.

"She is lydia, her Chinese name is Lulu, and her original surname is Ouyang. She is about the same age as you, married, has a son and a daughter." Fang Yan took the photo and put it on the dining table. He said calmly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly when he spoke. He looked gentle and had a gentle smile.

It seems that I am very happy to mention them.

"I've seen it. When I first found this, I saw you playing football. It was a very warm and harmonious picture." I was eating noodles while looking at the photo.

"Do you call me if you see it?", frowned and asked in a deep voice. The girl was wandering outside for several hours alone! After asking, she realized why she didn't call.

"I thought you had a wife and children in England," she said quietly, "So you have to follow me and find out what's going on." Then she lowered her head and continued to snatch the noodles.

She also followed!

Fang Yan seemed to care at all when he heard her tone, and his heart was still confused, "We are all orphans, I kept covering her until she was taken away by her family when she was ten years old and separated! For her, family affection is greater than good feelings." Fang Yan said cheerfully and honestly.

"Is that right?" asked in a low voice, feeling it was not that simple. I didn't even bring my private phone when I went out with them. Are you not afraid that she would look for him?

"Yes! What did you think there is?" Fang Yan said.

Didn't you treat me as her substitute?

This sentence has not been asked.

Such a picture appeared in my mind.

A big boy, a little girl, who was eleven or 2 years old, took her to depend on each other for life. Later, they were forced to separate. The big boy was obsessed with the little girl. Later, the girl got married and had children, and he could only have unrequited love.

I met a young girl who had just come out of the army. He carved her bit by bit and dressed her up like a sweetheart...

She didn't know what she felt in her heart, she just felt very uncomfortable.

"Have you finished the company's business?" Seeing that she was not in good looks, she must have been very tired in the past few months, he asked softly.

"It's almost done." She forced herself to squeeze out time to come to London to find him when she was finished.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"I'm not eating anymore. I'm very tired and want to sleep for a while." As she said, she put down her chopsticks. Fang Yan saw that there was half of the noodles left in her bowl, which was probably not to the taste, so she didn't persuade her to take her upstairs.

"Is this house provided by the unit? The environment is good."

"I rented it myself." Fang Yan replied.

"No wonder." I also know how to enjoy it. I stroked the wooden stair handrail with one hand, and I felt that this house has a lot of age.

"How did you become Chinese later?" asked curiously.

"The adoptive father who helped me is Chinese, with his surname Fang. I followed him to China, became a Chinese national, and then went to the army to serve as an armed policeman..." Fang Yan said, hugging her waist and walking up the stairs with her.

"Where is the adoptive father?"

"I passed away long ago!" He said calmly, and she said sorry politely. Fang Yan also said that his adoptive father left him a fortune, and he donated everything else except an old house in the capital, and that house was also built into a museum by him.

"So you still have so many stories!" After entering the bedroom, she looked at the neatly tidy room, asked. G, and fell down.

"Go to take a shower!" Fang Yan saw that she fell down and hurriedly said, "Who knew that she kicked off the boots on her feet, pulled the quilt, and lay directly on it, like a child."

"No, it's boring." The quilt was full of his smell, and she hugged her eyes tightly, closing her eyes.

G, opened his eyes, hugged his neck suddenly, pulled it down, and went straight to his lips.

Fang Yan was stunned, then grabbed the back of her head and began to kiss her warmly.

I suppressed my longing for several months and vented it through a warm kiss at this moment. I had the urge to kiss her when I saw her, but I was embarrassed. Now, she was taking the initiative.

No matter why, I just want to kiss him and feel his existence and enthusiasm. It seems that only when I kiss can I feel his passionate desire for myself...

His eyes were slightly swollen and hot, and he let go of his nose, soreness, and fell down, "I'm going to sleep...", said coldly, burying his face in the quilt.

Fang Yan didn't understand what she was thinking at all, so he felt that she was getting hot and cold, so he took off her coat. She cooperated to reach out and there was a white sleeveless t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-

"You go to sleep, I'll go to the supermarket to buy something." He said softly, and he quietly left the room. G and looked out the window.

It was not because the woman named Lulu was jealous. I just discovered today that Fang Yan also had such a happy side, and he really looked like his family to them.

Then what about him?

In his heart, is she considered his family?

Why did she feel more about being cold and alienated? She has been doing this for more than half a year, and she only contacts her occasionally. Because she has no love, she doesn’t expect him to care more about herself, but she should be his family, right?

Now I feel that my family doesn't count.

A sense of grievance suddenly surged, and just suppressed the tears that had not fallen, and at this time it surged out. She hugged the quilt tightly and sobbed. She had always been strong, but for the first time she cried so hard because of Fang Yan.

He was wronged that he did not regard himself as a family member, did not care about her, and was dispensable to her.

I've been married for almost a year, and I've been together for less than a week...

Every time she had to fly across Haiti to find him to see his people.

The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. At this moment, she was like a resentful woman in the deep boudoir, losing her original strength. She held his quilt and cried constantly. In the end, she fell asleep tiredly.

It was raining outside, and Fang Yan carefully prepared dinner in the kitchen. He rarely made Chinese food in the UK. At this time, he used a casserole he bought from Chinatown to stew the soup.

Perhaps because of her long-term Chinese medicine, her face didn't look very good, and she could see that she was haggard than before. She couldn't help but blame herself. Why did she hide in the UK? Even if she couldn't get her response, she would just love and take care of her silently.

From 4:30 pm to 7:00 pm, I finally got my dinner done.

g, it's time to eat." His handsome face is gentle under the light.

"oh……"

"Why are your eyes so red?" Fang Yan was surprised, her eyes swollen like peaches.

She sat up, shook her head, and didn't tell her that she had cried because of him!

The first time, because of him, he was so sad, at this moment, his heart was still twitching when he looked at his face.

I really want to ask him what position she is in in his heart.

Could it be that I have cried?

Fang Yan thought to himself, but what is there to be sad about her?

"Have you ever cried?" G, Fang Yan squatted down and handed her slippers.

"Wash your face! The unopened set of toiletries on the shelf are all new." He said without thinking much, and naturally.

Ai Wen'er went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied a cold towel to her eyes for a long time, "Why are you crying? What are you sad?! I promised not to be sad anymore!" She whispered to herself in the mirror.

She cared too much about Fang Yan, so she was like this.

His cooking skills are still the same as before, all of which are Chinese dishes, and there is actually pigeon soup, which is added with Plain Astragalus pilosula to replenish qi and strengthen the spleen and stomach, and has good health effects.

"Seeing that you are not in good mood, are you too busy and not taking good care of your health?" Fang Yan couldn't help asking with concern. Thinking of her drunkenness, I felt a little angry and distressed.

"Well, I'm very busy, sometimes I don't have time to eat." She said calmly, looking at him, do he care? Do you care if she's doing well alone?!

"Ai Wen'er! I told you that you should not be too big in business if you are so busy and exhausted?!" He was angry and couldn't help scolding her.

"I'm very idle. If I'm not busy, what can I do? I don't have a child to take care of and my husband to serve me. Why do I do if I don't work?!" She shouted excitedly, put down her chopsticks, and stared at him opposite him resentfully.

My mouth couldn't help but be flattened, and tears of grievance fell, and my hazy eyes looked at him without a moment.

"Why are you crying?" The tears that kept rolling down made Fang Yanxin frightened. No matter how hard or difficult she used to be, she never shed tears in front of him. She cried so wrongly, and he shouted in a deep voice.

She had the urge to hit him, "Why are you yelling at him? Have you never yelled at that Lulu like this?!" She also yelled, stood up, pushed the chair away and wanted to run away, and Fang Yan hurriedly caught up.

I didn't understand what she was thinking, "Why are you and Lulu angry? If I confess to you, it means that I have nothing to do with her!" He grabbed her and said loudly.

"Let me go!"

"Ai Wen'er! I don't want to quarrel with you! If you have any dissatisfaction, please tell me directly!" Fang Yan said domineeringly, pressing her shoulders with both hands.

"I have no dissatisfaction with you! I'm just nervous!" He would definitely laugh at her for saying the reason. He didn't have love, so why should he ask him? It's all her own fault. She blamed her for not taking care of her heart properly, being jealous casually, feeling wronged, and becoming more and more greedy towards him!

The tears made him feel even more painful.

I couldn't help but caress her face, "Don't cry..." I like to see her happy look, understand her personality, always strong, and rarely show weakness. Fang Yan couldn't help but hug her and wrapped her tightly in his arms. Ai Wen'er cried even more fiercely, holding his waist with both hands. At this time, in his arms, he felt that he was caring for him.

She wanted him to be by her side, and she told him before when she was in the Kingdom of Dongjia, but as a result, he was on a business trip again and left for so long.

I want him to think she is a relative, give her a smile and care...

Instead of facing her, she looks cold and she teaches her a lesson like her apprentice.

He didn't know what he did wrong, nor did he feel confident that she cried because of him. Her sobs became less and less. He stroked the back of her head, "Don't cry." He said stiffly, not knowing how to comfort her.

She retreated, lowered her head, and tears fell on the original floor. He took a tissue and wiped her.

"It's okay, I feel much better, keep eating." He raised his head, looked at his face and said, then returned to his seat.

"Why?! Did I do something wrong? Are you blaming me?" Fang Yan asked excitedly. With just one word from her, he would immediately transfer back to China.

She shook her head, "I shouldn't have. We should be ting like this, I will restrain myself!" It's best to have no love, it's best not to care about her! Love is too hurtful!
To be continued...