He's super cute

The man's voice was calm, like the spring breeze in March, and the volume was not heavy, but the banquet hall immediately fell silent.

His knuckle fingers were playing with the cuff buttons, his thin eyelids were covered with the shadow of the light, his expression was unclear, "Why are you in a hurry."

"Mr. Jiang, do you have anything to say to the newcomers?" The host stammered after seeing the man's face clearly.

The moment Jiang Yuqing heard the familiar voice, a chill rushed straight to Tianling Gai, so cold that his scalp was numb.

Jiang Yan?

How could he be here?

He bit his lip, his face was covered with a layer of sobriety, and he held onto Wen Xi's hand calmly.

Jiang Yan's eyes were piercing, like a ferocious beast biting its prey, and he walked up to the stage step by step. He looked Jiang Yuqing up and down, as if he wanted to see through this layer of skin and see through his inner being.

His hands were still trembling slightly, with some indescribable caution.

It's just that he has never been emotional, and he still looks calm and composed on his face.

bang bang bang...

Every step Jiang Yan took was on the tip of Jiang Yuqing's heart.

The big drum in his heart, which he thought had been smashed into a big hole, began to sound secretly again.

Shan Hu's tsunami-like ecstasy was about to overwhelm Jiang Yan, he moved his Adam's apple imperceptibly, and his voice was a little light when he opened his mouth, "This gentleman looks familiar, like an old friend of mine. "

Jiang Yuqing lowered his eyes and looked at the floor, let out a breath, and raised his eyes to look at him, his whole body suddenly became indifferent, "Sir, you have misunderstood the person."

It's not the word "Mr." who is sweet and soft in the past, who seems to want to rub all the joy into one brain.

It was still the familiar face, but he looked at him indifferently, with a calm expression and a distant and indifferent tone, as if the two of them were really strangers.

Jiang Yan's heart throbbed.

"I can't admit my mistake, you are my little sparrow."

For the past two years, as long as you close your eyes, you will see this person in front of you, how can you admit your mistake?

Jiang Yuqing's body trembled suddenly when he heard those two words, he lost his composure for only a moment, and soon calmed down again.

"This is the cufflink you bought for me..." Jiang Yan suddenly thought of when, and wanted to take off the half-broken cufflink and show it to Jiang Yuqing, "I always wear it by my side."

But my hand was shaking so badly that I couldn't untie it.

"You don't have to work hard." Jiang Yuqing's expression didn't change a bit, "If you want to remember your old friends, sir, you have to choose a place."

"This is my engagement party."

"You can't get engaged to someone else!" Jiang Yan reached out to touch his temperature, but was blocked by the man standing next to Jiang Yuqing.

"Mr. Jiang, respect yourself." Wen Xi stood in front of Jiang Yuqing with a polite smile.

Jiang Yan looked at the hands tightly held by the two, and suppressed the boiling anger and sourness, "What are you, get out of the way!"

"You scare my fiancé, what do you think I am." Wen Xi has almost reborn in the past two years, even facing Jiang Yan can make a few twists and turns.

"Little sparrow..." Jiang Yan thought about what to say again.

"Don't mention those two words again!" Jiang Yuqing's voice suddenly became louder, interrupting him.

Those two words were an indelible humiliation to him, as long as he remembered that he was imprisoned in a golden cage by this man when he lost his memory, he was so shamelessly taught that he slapped his ass and flirted with a man, he would Felt disgusting.

What's more, this is the man he has admired since he was young.

A person who wants to stumble and get close even if he is desperate.

But in exchange for endless humiliation and hellish torture.

"Okay, okay..." Jiang Yan said repeatedly, "I won't mention it."

As soon as he raised his hand, Jiang Yuqing saw the wedding ring on his hand, passed through the crowd and locked his eyes on Cheng Yu, smiled slightly, and said with a fascination, "It seems that you already have a family , isn't it a little ridiculous to make such a fuss?"

"I'm not married, this wedding ring..." Jiang Yan hastily explained.

"That's your private matter." Jiang Yuqing looked cold, and his tone was calm, looking at the broken cufflinks on his hand.

"These cufflinks are indeed unique, but they don't quite match you." After speaking, Jiang Yuqing casually threw the cufflinks back into the swimming pool on the first floor without any sound being heard.

Just like his sincerity in those years.

"You..." Jiang Yan stared at him blankly, unable to believe that this was something his little canary could do.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hold it steady." Jiang Yuqing showed no shame on his face, "I will compensate you, and you can go to the housekeeper later..."

"Don't be like this, if you hate me, you can beat me and scold me..." Jiang Yan seemed a little unsteady, and tremblingly said, "At least don't be like this..."

A cold and unfamiliar look.

It was like an ice spear was stirred into his lungs, piercing his heart through.

"Give me another chance, I know I was not human before..."

The man in front of him seemed to have been hurt, his eyes were slightly red.

"If you jump down from here and find the cufflinks..." It's okay if you don't see this person, but after seeing this person, you can't control the hatred in your heart, and the flames grow higher and higher, "I'll think about it carefully."

Pretending to be like this now, how long ago did it go.

"Qingqing." Wen Xi patted Jiang Yuqing's back and said warmly, "This is our engagement banquet after all."

The banquet hall is on the second floor, and the pool is on the first floor. If something really happened, it would be impossible to explain.

What's more, with such a large swimming pool, finding a small cufflink is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"It's all up to you." The thorns on Jiang Yuqing's body immediately became limp, "Call the security guard."

In contrast, Jiang Yan's heart seemed to be soaked in white vinegar, bubbling sourly.

"Okay." Jiang Yan hoarse voice, clenched his fists, wishing to chop off Wen Xi's hand on Jiang Yuqing, said with some pain, "I'll jump."

The guests in the audience couldn't hear what was said above.

Jiang Yan turned around and took off his coat, grabbed the handrail on the second floor, and jumped without hesitation.

It fell into the pool with a splash.

There was chaos on the second floor.

"Mr. Jiang fell into the water!"

"Come on people!"

...Jiang Yuqing was expressionless, condescendingly looking down at the wet figure in the pool.

Have a good time?he whispered to himself.

He couldn't even figure out what Jiang Yan was going to do.

Could it be that he wanted to make up for his miserable death?

What's the point now.

Disgusting.

Yu Xiaoque died a long time ago, in the cold winter morning when no one knew about it.

"Take me out of here." He stood where he was, his knees were a little weak, and he glanced at Jiang Yan for the last time.

The man held up his cufflinks and seemed to be saying something to him.

Weng mingled in Jiang Yuqing's ear, his face was pale, he could only see that the man's exquisite and expensive suit was wet, his hair was hanging down, and he was extremely embarrassed.

He held up the cufflinks, as if he was holding up Yu Xiaoque's sincerity that was trampled on at will in those years.

He thought he could face all this calmly.

But all the love and hatred in the past surged out the moment he saw Jiang Yan, grinding repeatedly in his heart, the heart that was thought to be rotten, began to beat dryly again, grinding to a bloody mess.

Enough is enough, this farce is over.

Jiang Yan wiped off the water from his face, clutching the cuff buttons in his palms, the sharp edges cut his skin, blood and water dripped onto the ground.

Look like crying and laughing.

His whole body seemed to be engulfed by the turbulent waves again and again, struggling helplessly.

When Secretary Wang arrived with the spare clothes in the car, Jiang Yan was sitting on the ground outside the lounge, his clothes were already half dry, his head was hanging down, his forehead was covering his face.

"Mr. Jiang..." Secretary Wang still didn't believe it when he received the news that Jiang Yan had made a fuss at the Wen family's engagement banquet.

"He's still alive..." Jiang Yan's throat was astringent, he paused, and repeated, "He's still alive."

Secretary Wang didn't know how to speak.

Mr. Jiang has almost reached the critical point, like an oil lamp that is about to be extinguished, it only needs to be blown gently, and the ashes will fly into a ball of ashes.

But how can a dead person come back to life?

He saw Mr. Xiao's frozen corpse being thrown into the incinerator with his own eyes.

"But he doesn't want to forgive me, what should I do?" Jiang Yan stood outside Jiang Yuqing's lounge like a child at a loss, crying, "He hates me..."

Secretary Wang once again felt the despair and suffocation of regret.

And for the past two years, Jiang Yan has almost tossed and turned day and night in this way.

During this period, he thought that such a cold-hearted person was indestructible, and he could talk and laugh happily no matter what the situation was.

However, Mr. Xiao's death has corroded his body day and night in the past two years, not violent enough, but never stopped.

"What should I do?" The arrogant man slumped on the ground, suppressing his nasal voice, "He really hates me."

"I'm so glad he's alive..."

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive." The voice gradually dissipated in the air, mixed with strong joy and sadness.

Across the door, Jiang Yuqing pursed her lips, stared blankly at the night, and stroked her stomach over and over again.

...Wenxi took a box of self-heating hot pot and prepared to cook it for Jiang Yuqing. It is estimated that this little guy will be so uncomfortable that he will not be able to eat for a day.

He sighed under his breath.

What should come is always coming.

Suddenly, a pair of hands dragged him to the corner. He reflexively struggled violently, but was pushed against the wall and could not move.

In front of him was an extremely handsome face, with a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and he couldn't see the end.

Wen Xi's hands trembled, all blood lost.

This face is the source of his countless nightmares, dragging him into the swamp every night, pulling him deeper and deeper.

Qin Mubai pinched his chin, looked left and right, with probing and examining eyes.

Wen Xi pinched her thighs to calm herself down, "Master Qin, what are you doing?"

"You know me?" Qin Mubai raised his eyebrows, but he didn't let him go.

"Master Qin is famous, who wouldn't know him." Wen Xi tried her best to behave normally, "Can you let me go, it hurts."

"Tsk." Qin Mubai let go of him in a dispirited manner, frowning, as if dissatisfied, "It's not like."

"What did you say?" Wen Xi pretended not to understand.

"Your name..." Qin Mubai observed Wen Xi's expression calmly, "It's exactly the same as the pet I once had."