286. If you don’t give me your heart, give me someone (18)
"Yiyi, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." Lei Yufeng hugged her tightly, feeling like a dull knife cutting his heart one by one, and the pain was so painful that he was almost suffocating.
If he could make a new choice, he would rather take out all his own in exchange for the rewind of time and for the damage raised on her body and mind.
After a long time, they didn't speak anymore.
Mu Yiyi cried and gradually his voice became smaller. She laid on his chest and curled up in his warm arms.
The words I kept in my heart for a long time finally said today. She seemed to relax her tense nerves, grabbed his clothes and closed her eyes.[
When she calmed down, Lei Yufeng gently let go of her and stepped back. She was tired of crying and fell asleep, her face covered with tears.
He lovingly pushed the hair hanging on her forehead apart, carefully got up and went into the bathroom, twisted a hot towel over, and carefully wiped her face clean.
Finally, she gently took off her coat and covered her with a quilt.
Pulling up the curtains, Lei Yufeng looked at the woman who was sleeping heavily on the bed, remembering the disgusting breathing sound of Han Zhenyu on his phone that day. His handsome man became gloomy and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
If Mu Yiyi is telling the truth, then Han Zhenyu has only one purpose, which is to borrow Mu Yiyi to achieve the goal of hurting him.
If he didn't care about Mu Yiyi, then Han Zhenyu's thoughts would be in vain.
But he cared, hopelessly.
Is it sad or unfortunate that the woman he cares about actually loves such a man in his heart?
Walking into the cloakroom, he changed his clothes and went to "Emerald Clouds".
Lin Siquan, who came back from abroad, asked him to meet him there.
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Walking into the Tea House private room of Jade Yuntian, Lei Yufeng saw Lin Siquan standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the traffic under his feet and thinking about something.
"Si Quan, why are you sad? That's not your style!" He said, sitting down in a comfortable soft chair.
Lin Siquan turned around and smiled, sat down opposite him, stared at him for several seconds and said, "Hawn is not your style either!"
"Am I haggard?"
"Am I sad?"
After the two big men finished speaking, they laughed haha.
Lei Yufeng leaned back and asked lazily: "Is it going well to go out?"
"Look at me, I'll know that everything is foolproof!" Lin Siquan's handsome face was full of confidence.[
"When are you going to stop?"
Lin Siquan smiled and did not answer.
"Come on, perform your tea ceremony!" Without answering, Lei Yufeng stopped talking and smiled and pointed to the Kung Fu tea set in front of him.
"That's right, you, others, I don't like to serve you!" Lin Siquan said as he opened the tea sample jar, "Great Guanyin King, fragrant!"
After saying that, he poured boiling water into a kettle, then poured the water into a fair cup, and then poured it into a tea-tasting cup.
After putting the tea into the pot in proportion, he carried the pot with his right hand and scraped off the foam with his left hand. After covering the cover, he poured the tea into the fragrant cup.
Lei Yufeng looked at Lin Siquan with grace and complacent skills, and skillfully performed the Chinese tea ceremony, pursing his lips and smiling.
"I like it so I'll see, please come home and perform for you!" Lin Siquan added boiling water to the pot, soaked it for a minute, then washed the cup, poured out the water, took the pot with his right hand and poured the tea into the fair cup, and then poured the fragrant cup from the fair cup, and only 70% full.