The heroine robs the marriage? The Beijing circle big man follows the army to the island

At this time, Lin Yu was walking on the way home in a daze.

Jiang Wenqi's words kept echoing in my mind, filled with regret and entanglement.

His performance today disappointed Jiang Wenqi, but he really needed time to accept this important decision.

After returning home, Lin Yu sat on the sofa, staring at the empty room in a daze.

I began to seriously think about Jiang Wenqi's proposal and imagined my life after moving out.

Despite many difficulties, he also realized that he could not allow this family conflict to continue to hurt their feelings.

On the other side, Zhou Wanyue chatted with Jiang Wenqi in the room for a long time.

Helping her analyze the various situations after moving out helped Jiang Wenqi gradually calm down.

Jian Yue sat at the desk, the light shining on her, and there were piles of stationery all around her.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes staring intently at the letter, and the pen in his hand kept dancing on the paper.

This time she was away from home for four months to go to school. She felt reluctant at the thought of not being able to accompany her family for a long time.

As she wrote, tears occasionally blurred her vision, but she simply wiped them away and continued writing.

Time passed by as I wrote, the number of pieces of paper increased, and my hands gradually became sore.

But Jian Yue seemed to be possessed and had no intention of stopping.

My fingers started to turn red from holding the pen for a long time, and my wrists became a little stiff.

But she just shook it occasionally to relieve the pain and then continued writing.

When I had written more than a hundred letters, my hands began to cramp.

I put down the pen and shook my hands vigorously, trying to ease the piercing pain.

Jiang Zeyuan saw this scene as soon as he walked into the room.

He walked quickly to Jian Yue and gently took her hand.

"You silly girl, your hands are so tired after writing so many letters." Jiang Zeyuan said as he began to massage Jian Yue with his hands.

His fingers skillfully pressed Jian Yue's wrists and finger joints with just the right amount of force to relieve the pain without making her feel uncomfortable.

Jian Yue looked up at him slightly, "I just want you to feel my presence through these letters when I'm not at home."

"I know, but you also have to take care of your body. I'll feel bad if you exhaust yourself." As he said this, he put Jian Yue's hand to his mouth and kissed it gently.

Jian Yue's face flushed slightly, and she leaned into his arms, "I can't bear to leave you for so long, so I can only accompany you in this way."

Jiang Zeyuan hugged her tighter and rested his chin on her head.

"I don't want to leave you either. These four months will be very long. But don't worry, I will take good care of the house and the children and wait for you to come back."

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The day of departure finally arrived.

The two arrived at the airport, and every step they took was a little heavy.

Jian Yue looked at the planes, and a barely perceptible fear flashed across her eyes.

The thrilling experience on the last plane lingered in her mind like a nightmare.

"Zeyuan, I... I'm a little scared." She tried to calm herself down, but her body was still unconsciously tense.

Jiang Zeyuan looked at her and tried to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, Yueyue, nothing will happen this time. Look, so many planes take off and land safely every day."

But my heartbeat was also speeding up, cold sweat broke out on my palms, and I was equally nervous.

But, at the same time, it is also clear that my wife will definitely not give up her studies.

So, I can only encourage myself.

The boarding announcement sounded, Jian Yue took a deep breath and broke free from Jiang Zeyuan's hand.

Jiang Zeyuan kissed her on the forehead reluctantly before letting her go.

After sitting in the seat, Jian Yue fastened her seat belt. The feeling of the seat belt tightening on her body made her heart suddenly tighten.

He gripped the armrests of the seat tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Before the plane took off, my forehead was already covered with sweat and my breathing became rapid.

As the roar of the aircraft's engine sounded, the plane began to accelerate on the runway.

Jian Yue felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She closed her eyes and her body became as stiff as a stone.

The feeling of weightlessness when the plane took off almost made her scream out loud. Her lips trembled slightly, and the scene of the last plane crash kept appearing in her mind.

During the flight, every slight bump would make Jian Yue's face paler.

A stewardess saw Jian Yue's condition and came over to ask softly, "Ma'am, are you okay? What can I do for you?"

Jian Yue forced a smile, "It's okay, thank you, I'm just a little nervous."

The flight attendant smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, our plane is very safe. This is just a normal flight condition."

Despite what the flight attendant said, Jian Yue still couldn't relax.

I took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to ease the fear in my heart, but to little avail.

I occasionally looked out the window and saw the white clouds, but I didn't feel the slightest bit of appreciation for them. I just hoped that the plane would land quickly.

Time passed slowly in agony, and every minute felt like a century to Jian Yue.

Finally, the news of the impending landing came over the radio.

I don’t know if it’s because of excitement or nervousness.

The moment the plane's tires touched the ground, she felt as if her soul had returned to her body.

The plane taxied to the apron, and the moment the cabin door opened, Jian Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

I unbuckled my seat belt and stood up, my legs still feeling a little weak.

Kyoto City

At the door of the house, a middle-aged man stood there with a slightly hunched back, his eyes revealing anxiety and uneasiness.

His hair was a little messy, like hay disturbed by the wind, and a few strands of white hair were particularly conspicuous among the black hair.

When he saw Jiang Zeyuan's figure appear, his eyes widened instantly.

He hurried forward, his lips trembling slightly, and his throat moved several times before he squeezed out a sound.

"Director Jiang, can we talk?"

Jiang Zeyuan paused, frowned slightly, and looked at the middle-aged man with sharp eyes, expressionless.

"Please tell me what you want to say."

The middle-aged man felt a little frightened by the gaze. He rubbed his hands nervously and looked around subconsciously.

He pursed his lips again and again, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he wanted to say something but stopped himself several times.

He looked as if he had thousands of words stuck in his throat but didn't know where to start.

Jiang Zeyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, having guessed something. "If you have something to say, tell me. If you don't, leave. Don't sneak around in front of my house."

As he spoke, he prepared to turn and leave, his expression not relaxing at all.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man's face turned pale instantly, and his body swayed as if all his strength had been drained away.

Suddenly, he knelt heavily on the ground with a "thump". The sound of his knees hitting the ground was particularly harsh in the quiet doorway.

She stretched out her trembling hands and tightly grasped Jiang Zeyuan's sleeves.

His eyes were filled with despair and pleading, and his voice was filled with tears: "Director Jiang, please, give my son a chance."