Chapter 79： Lover [One more] (For so many years, you have to make up for me...) (1/2)

Cheng Ye could feel the woman's gentle and delicate hands, and gently stroked his feet, pressing them gently.

She did not wear gloves.

As soft as in memory, he could feel the tenderness of the woman before him deeply buried in his heart.

Cheng Ye stretched out his hand and gently touched her drooping face, which was already wet.

”Manman, don't cry, I'm back.”

”So, so?”

”Can you start again?”

Jiang Manyi didn't answer, got up and went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and looked at the already mottled makeup in the mirror, and his embarrassed self...

How to start again, they are already farther apart than the sky.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Man followed the bathroom, his eyes were reddish, but there were no tears, and his face was reapplied with makeup.

”Mr. Cheng came here today, it's not for massage therapy, right? You can speak up if you have something to say.”

Cheng Ye sat on the side of the bed, with his wet calves hanging down, and said, ”I don't want to cry you, I never want to.”

”It's just a bit sentimental to see the old friend.” Jiang Manyi smiled a strong face: ”Mr. Cheng, don't think too much.”

”I heard Xiao Yu say...”

”She is not your child.”

”I know.” Cheng Ye smiled helplessly: ”The first time I saw it, I knew it. She is not like me, not like you... let alone you.”

Jiang Manyi was so surprised that he couldn't imagine Cheng Ye would say this.

How happy Jiang Yu is after returning from Haicheng!

”You know still...”

”But she called me Dad.”

Cheng Ye's throat seemed to be stuck with lead: ”She was named Jiang Yu. She used our daughter's name. She called my father. She cried at the time. She missed me so much. What can I say? Not your father? I can’t tell, as long as she wants to. I will treat her as my child, and I will recognize her.”

This sentence completely collapsed Jiang Manyi's psychological defense.

She could no longer hold back her emotions and control her emotions.

Cheng Ye opened his hands and said with a smile: ”Long Man, let's have a friendly hug with an old friend.”

Jiang Manyi walked over, did not hug him, grabbed his loose collar, and kissed him.

His lips are still soft, just like when they were a teenager, with tears infiltrating and a bit salty and bitter.

Cheng Ye soon took the lead, turned over and suppressed her on the chair...

Jiang Manyi felt that the man was coming, and she blocked him hard: ”It's not possible here.”

Cheng Ye tried his best to endure, with burning desire in his brown pupils, pleading: ”Manman, except you, I don't have a woman, I haven't had it in many years...”

”Xiao Yu is away at night, you come home.”

The corners of his mouth curled up: ”Okay.”

...

In the evening, Jiang Manyi returned home, took a drenching hot bath, and then put on a delicate makeup for himself.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I don't know if it is an illusion. After taking a bath, my skin seems to have regained its elasticity and finally looks much more beautiful.

Jiang Manyi's appearance when he was young didn't say that at that time, even Bu Tanyan said that if she dressed up well, she would be beaten by her.

This is the only place that can bring her courage and let her stay with that shining teenager without being cowardly.

But the boundless beauty, after all, can't stand the friction of time.

Jiang Manyi talked lightly, and after calming down, he felt that today was really...too impulsive.

The flames of adults tend to ignite at the slightest point. He is a man she loves so deeply...

But in the future, they can have a moment of affection, but there will be no future.

After all, it is not the age at which you can move forward and fearlessly. Adults will consider many realities.

They are too far, too far apart.

Jiang Manyi shook his head and threw these thoughts into his mind. In any case, tonight... he belongs to her, and for a few hours, he is already a special gift from fate.

Jiang Manyi sent Cheng Ye a position, then went to the market not far downstairs to buy vegetables, and went home to make a rich and romantic candlelight dinner.

Soon, the door of the room was knocked, Jiang Manyi opened the door, and Cheng Ye stood before her in disguise.

He went back and changed his clothes, a formal suit, a white shirt tailored appropriately, his tie was neatly tied, and his temperament was elegant. He was holding a bunch of gorgeous roses in full bloom.

It's just that when he smiled at her, he looked a little bit ruffian, and he felt like a gentle scum in a suit.

Twenty years ago, Cheng Ye, the angry rock boy, the gangster who used his own power and music to resist the world, now appeared in the public eye with the most popular and commercial attitude, and accepted the applause of the crowd.

But Jiang Manyi could see the singling sparks in his eyes, and her rock boy was still there.

In the past, she avoided everything related to him, not because she lied to herself that he had changed.

But because of all the changes in Cheng Ye, she has never witnessed or accompanied him. What she missed was his life.

That's where Jiang Manyi's will forever lies.

...

Jiang Manyi took off his suit, hung it on the hook of the hallway, and then unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt: ”The air-conditioning at home is not very good, it is a bit hot, I will give you the soda you like.”

Cheng Ye didn't speak, looking around this small two-bedroom room of less than 80 square meters. The room was not big, but it was decorated very warmly, with fresh flower arrangements on the cabinets.

But... the room is still small and terrible.

She has lived in this kind of old and broken house for so many years, and it can be seen that her life... is actually not good.

Cheng Ye said that ”I have found someone with better conditions than you” for her back then. He was worried for many years and couldn't let it go for many years, so he never took the initiative to learn about her current situation.

He was afraid to hear that she was really well and happy.

It seemed that he was the only one left in the quagmire of feelings, and it was difficult to break free.

He didn't want to admit it.

There are several photo frames on the shelf in the hallway, which are photos of her and her daughter.

Cheng Ye walked over and touched a photo with his fingertips. This was a group photo of the mother and daughter taken by Jiang Yu when he was about three years old.

In the photo, the woman is holding the little girl standing in front of the carousel, and the little girl smiles very brightly.

The long time at this time, and the appearance of first love...