For the first time, Ning Muchen felt Yan Ning's feelings for him so clearly.
It is no longer the hot and unabashed preference of the past.
But now he is cold and distant.
Shi Wenye said before that he brought Yan Ning back even though he knew something was wrong, just because he knew Yan Ning could not escape from his grasp.
That's right.
That's what he really thought.
Yan Ning loves him.
Love him without any bottom line.
Because of his words, I would fly to see him late at night.
Because he is sick, he will postpone the announcement to stay and take care of him.
He has never enjoyed such blatant preference for anyone, and it was Yan Ning who gave it to him.
But now...
Gone.
She no longer favored him and did not have him in her eyes.
She disliked his touch.
Ning Muchen's heart felt as uncomfortable as a huge stone, and his fingers were trembling slightly. He took a step towards Yan Ning.
Yan Ning took a step back warily.
When I saw him walking over step by step, his hand touched the fruit knife placed on the table.
Instantly holding it in his hand, the sharp tip of the knife was pointed at Ning Muchen, "Don't come over! Ning Muchen, I'm warning you, come over!"
Ning Muchen: "..."
He stopped walking.
Seeing Yan Ning looking at him warily, the hand holding the fruit knife was trembling.
A sense of weakness arose, "Do you think I will hurt you?"
He showed a hurt expression, "You know I won't hurt you."
Yan Ning was leaned against the sink, "We have different definitions of harm."
Ning Muchen: "..."
He took two steps back and exited the kitchen, "You are pregnant with the child, so don't get too excited. The knife is dangerous, so put it down first."
When Yan Ning saw that he had gone out, she put down the fruit knife.
During the whole process, the two looked at each other, and neither of them flinched.
Ning Muchen was defeated first, he turned around and walked to the balcony.
Yan Ning breathed a sigh of relief. She almost trotted back to the bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it.
Probably because of the big movements, the child was disturbed.
The child in her belly moved dissatisfied. Yan Ning touched her belly and said, "Be good."
She slowly walked to the bed and lay down gently.
The circles under his eyes turned red little by little.
"Zhou Yubai, you bastard!"
…
"Dr. Ye, these are your flowers." The secretary came in holding a large bouquet of gorgeous roses. "They were sent by Mr. Cheng."
She got a new vase and put the roses in it.
Four bouquets of flowers have been placed on the glass table by the window.
Rose, lily, rose, lavender.
Different flowers were sent for four consecutive days.
Lavender's words, waiting for love, waiting for you to love me.
Rose's words, passionate love.
Lily's words, great and pure love.
The flower language of roses, strong love.
Four bouquets of flowers, all symbolizing love.
The whole office is filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Ye Nanyue was a little helpless, "I understand."
She asked her secretary to go out and dial Cheng Qianyu's number.
The other party quickly answered, "Do you like the flowers?"
Ye Nanyue walked to the bouquet and gently touched the tender petals with her fingers, "I like it, but don't give it to me anymore. Rumors are already spreading in the company."
"What rumors?"
Facing Cheng Qianyu, Ye Nanyue could not toughen her attitude, "Don't send any more flowers."
"It's okay if you don't want to send me off. Come have dinner with me tonight." Before Ye Nanyue could refuse, Cheng Qianyu said again, "It's not just you and me, but there is also a cartoonist from country R, Naoto Hengliang."
"The Yokoliang Naoto you are talking about is the Yokoliang Naoto who draws hot-blooded comics?"
Cheng Qianyu couldn't help laughing, "That's him. Your comic enlightenment teacher."
Ye Nanyue: "I'll go, send me the address."
Hanging up the phone, Ye Nanyue suppressed her excitement.
However, Cheng Qianyu didn't let Ye Nanyue drive there by herself. When the time came, he drove to Sheng Ye's downstairs.
Ye Nanyue took her bag and found Cheng Qianyu's car.
A silver-white Pagani is very eye-catching.
As soon as the car door closed, Ye Nanyue asked him, "Didn't Hengliang Naoto quit the comics industry? Didn't he stop drawing comics?"
"He has quit. Since the end of "Warrior", he has stopped writing."
"Warrior" was their favorite comic at that age, especially after the anime, and it was the youth of their generation.
Ye Nanyue's painting style was somewhat influenced by this comic.
The writing is closed.
Ye Nanyue hugged her bag in disappointment, her excitement obviously fading away.
Cheng Qianyu glanced at her and said calmly, "Did you see the bag next to it?"
"Um."
"Open it and take a look."
Ye Nanyue opened the paper bag without energy, but when she saw the contents inside, her eyes suddenly widened.
"This is……"
"A collection of autographed comics by Naoto Yokoliang."
"Didn't Hengliang Naoto not sign his own comics?" Ye Nanyue looked through these comics with admiration, "Is it really his signature?"
"Don't you recognize his signature?"
Of course I do.
Ye Nanyue knew at a glance that it was the signature of Naoto Hengliang.
She carefully put the comic in her hand into the paper bag, patted it with satisfaction, "Given it to me?"
Cheng Qianyu smiled slightly and said nothing.
Ye Nanyue was anxious, "Did you give it to me? Cheng Qianyu, if you just show it to me instead of giving it to me, I..."
The car stopped steadily, Cheng Qianyu leaned over and looked at her with a smile on his face, "Of course it's for you."
Ye Nanyue: "..."
Cheng Qianyu's body smelled of cool perfume.
Like the frost in winter, it is refreshing.
Ye Nanyue ducked back, and Cheng Qianyu also retracted his arm, "Let's go! But please control your mood, or you will scare your idol."
Ye Nanyue quickly opened the car door and got out of the car, "My concentration is not as bad as you think."
Of course not bad.
But Ye Nanyue was still a little excited when she saw Hengliang Naoto.
She felt that she understood in an instant how those fans felt when they saw the boy band idol.
Excited and can't help myself.
Hengliang Naoto is over sixty years old. When he smiles, his eyes narrow into a straight line. He is a very kind old man.
Ye Nanyue's Japanese is not bad and she has no problem communicating with Naoto Hengliang.
Cheng Qianyu was just a companion, listening to the old man and the young man discussing current comics and animation.
He watched this scene with a smile until his cell phone rang.
The moment he saw the mobile phone number, his expression instantly turned cold.
He didn't answer, but said to Ye Nanyue: "I'm going to answer the phone."
"Um."
After Cheng Qianyu left, Hengliang Naocai smiled and said, "Did you collect a comic book signed by me?"
Ye Nanyue nodded.
She just received it today.
Hengliang Naoto laughed loudly, "It is indeed you. Seven years ago, Qian Yujun came to me and asked me to sign the comics, saying that he wanted to give his fiancée the best proposal gift."
The smile on Ye Nanyue's lips slowly softened.
"Seven years ago? Proposal gift?"
Hengliang Naoto smiled and nodded, "My wife had just passed away at that time, and I had a bad temper and was unwilling to sign. He waited outside my house, causing me to call the police several times."
"Qian Yujun looks like a scholar, but I didn't expect his attitude to be so tough."
"When I saw you today, I understood why he was so persistent."