Chapter 121： (1/2)

Zheng Feiyu's eyes became cold.

He understood his "like" as "politeness", and continued to act as a polite and polite gentleman. According to He An's request, he took an umbrella to the bus station at the end of the square. So long, they walked side by side without talking.

He Fei took the bus, and Zheng Feiyu also got into the car.

The rain flowing through the window dilutes He's face, and erases the memories of Zheng Fei's mind about these ten minutes. He pressed on the armrest and was suddenly surrounded by unprecedented uneasiness.

He seemed like ... wrong to a very important fork in his life.

Day by day, restlessness builds up.

This cluster of faint little flames became more and more burning, and finally, after more than forty days, it became a raging fire, which burned out Zheng Fei's reason.

In June, on a summer night with lightning and thunder, the locked black box was opened for the first time.

He ordered someone to monitor the hotel on May 9 and found He An's room for flower delivery. He contacted the guest and asked her partner where the flower shop had ordered the flowers, and then went there in person, threatening Galileo. After paying a considerable "consultation fee", he got the name and address of He An.

This long chain of logic exhausted Zheng Feiyan's little thinking ability.

He was very tired, running blankly and hurriedly down the rainy night street, soaking wet. Finally, following the address he asked, he knocked on the door of He An's room.

That was the first time he found a spouse, and it was also the beginning of all misery in He An.

Later, Zheng Feiyu kept thinking, if he saw that day, how much he could love more, even if only a little more, to break through that layer of treacherous resistance, wouldn't all the pain later happen?

Chapter 55

When returning to the inn, Cheng Xiu and Dai Xiao had not yet returned.

The rain in the atrium was sobbing and wet and chaotic. Sixty-six brought a small koi from the river and raised it in a puddle along the porch of the porch. He was intently probing with a small paw to fiddle with it.

When he saw Lily of the Valley, he meowed excitedly, and Fang Bian followed the three into the living room, his tail straight.

Zheng Feiyu stowed his umbrella and placed it beside the wall, and a pool of water accumulated on the ground. The umbrella was actually not big. He kept his shoulders, arms, and back wet from the wind all the way. He had wet his shoulders, arms, and back. The shirt was almost transparently attached to his body. Dripping water down the wet.