can i love you

Tomorrow is going to work, Maoqun trimmed his beard meticulously, and then went to get a haircut. After getting dressed up, he looks much more energetic.Life is about to get on the right track, Maoqun forces himself to focus on his career instead of his love for Deng Feng's son and daughter.Although his heart was about to move, he was helpless.

Bentley was galloping on the road, the sound of the engine neighing, just like Deng Feng's state of mind at the moment.The incompleteness of the setting sun has brewed a beautiful poetry in this coastal city, and the bloody red sun conceals the sadness that is about to explode.I only said that the time is not yet dusk, but it seems like a heartbroken person!Deng Feng's eyes started to turn red again, he parked the Bentley by the side of the road, stared at the passing vehicles, and became dazed.

"Drip..." A Mercedes-Benz behind him honked its horn, but Deng Feng didn't know it. He was immersed in his own pain, and all his senses seemed to be much duller.The owner of the Mercedes-Benz obviously couldn't wait any longer, and only heard the sound of "Ta...Ta..." footsteps walking towards the Bentley. "Bang... bang..." Deng Feng frowned when he heard the sound of the car window, and turned his head to see that it was him!

"Brother, please move your seat, I'm in a hurry." Deng Feng's parking position happened to block the intersection of a branch road, and Yue Zihua was rushing back to his old father-in-law's house, but Bentley's domineering made him feel angry. Can drive ah.So take it easy!

"Old squad leader!" Deng Feng calmed down his emotions, rolled down the car window, and smiled, not at all lonely as before

"Oh? Ye Feng? No, I should call you Deng Feng, Mr. Deng!" Yue Zihua sensitively sensed Deng Feng's strangeness, and suddenly understood something, so he didn't bother to point it out... "I said, do you know what the Traffic stuck in the middle of the intersection will cause public outrage!"

"Oh? Sorry, I just lost my mind." Deng Feng was so embarrassed. "Old squad leader, don't be surprised..."

"Hey! Can you remove the word 'old'! Do you want to emphasize that we have a generation gap?" Yue Zihua joked, "Why, where is this going?"

"Hehe, go to a friend's house." Deng Feng moved the car aside.

"Oh..." Yue Zihua smiled.Then he became serious again, "How are you and Xiao Qiao?"

"..."

"Hehe, I'm gossiping again. Well, let's go first, and don't call me the squad leader, you can call me Uncle Yue!" Yue Zihua wanted to walk away knowingly.

"Uncle Yue, can you help me?" Deng Feng sighed desolately.

"Huh? Help you with what?"

"I... want Uncle Qiao to come back to work." Deng Feng's eyes sparkled.

"...To be honest, Xiao Qiao is working here now." Yue Zihua looked helpless.

Deng Feng stared in surprise at the elegant and kind man in front of him. The depth in those eyes was beyond his comprehension.

"You like Xiao Qiao very much, don't you?" Yue Zihua condescended. "Then let it go..."

"Why?" Deng Feng didn't understand, so he was angry.

"Because your love will hurt him." Yue Zihua lit a cigarette and murmured.

"..." Deng Feng was even more puzzled.

"Maoqun has a happy family, you have no right to destroy someone's happiness, and don't you think Wang Juan is a very scheming person?" Yue Zihua's face looked very mysterious amidst the smog.

"What do you mean!" Deng Feng's head grew dizzy when he heard the name Wang Juan.

"It's not interesting. In short, let him go if you love him." Yue Zihua turned around and waved his hand back.

"If you love him, let it go, if you love him, let it go, if you love him, let it go! Let it go, let it go..." Deng Feng looked at Yue Zihua's distant figure from the rearview mirror, and the words kept ringing in his ears talk.

"Should I let go? What's going on with Wang Juan? What does Yue Zihua's words mean? What should I do?" Deng Feng was lost now, all the fingers were pointed at him, and Deng Feng was suddenly at a loss.

Yue Zihua got into the Mercedes-Benz, feeling a lot heavier. Those words were also said to himself, "You can't destroy Xiao Qiao's happiness." He patted his cheeks, as if to cheer himself up. In an instant, the black Mercedes-Benz sped away. go.

Deng Feng was struggling, when a brisk bell rang, he picked it up and took a look.

"Wang Juan?!"

(PS: My mobile phone has no data. It’s a sad reminder. I haven’t published a book for a long time. I will post the last data to this chapter, hehe... I have been using my mobile phone to post texts. There are too many people in the dormitory, and it is difficult to use the computer. Please encourage me!)