攻略偏执狂[快穿]

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　　Jiang Fei turned to look at him, then half-squinted his eyes and laughed: "Has any other woman been here?"

　　Yan Yunzhou walked to her and sat down. Feeling her body temperature, he reluctantly felt relieved: "No."

　　"What a pity. Such a beautiful view," Jiang Fei shrugged, "I'll give you a surprise."

　　Yan Yunzhou was puzzled: "What surprise?"

　　Jiang Fei just smiled mysteriously and snapped his fingers.

　　The melodious sound of the violin resounded downstairs and drifted to the top floor, which was a bit hazy. The lights above were extinguished, leaving only a few wall lamps, and then a waiter in a suit came in carrying red wine and candles.

　　Red and white roses, candlelight dinner.

　　Yan Yunzhou looked slightly surprised.

　　Jiang Fei chuckled lightly and leaned into his arms: "Surprise?"

　　Yan Yunzhou lowered his head and stared at her: "When were you prepared?"

　　"Just now." Jiang Fei said, "Isn't it romantic? Are you moved?"

　　Yan Yunzhou Zhuangruo thought about it seriously: "A little bit."

　　Jiang Fei bit his chin, picked up the red wine and handed it to him.

　　Yan Yunzhou took it, his eyes never leaving her face.

　　She was still smiling, drinking several glasses of red wine one by one, her cheeks were slightly flushed. After drinking enough, she continued to lean into his arms: "Yan Yunzhou."

　　"Um?"

　　Jiang Fei said: "You lied this afternoon."

　　Yan Yunzhou smiled and hugged her: "What lie did I tell?"

　　"I'm not your girlfriend." Jiang Fei muttered and adjusted her position in his arms.

　　Yan Yunzhou said nothing.

　　"It's a pity that I can only see such a beautiful night view," Jiang Fei said in a very soft voice, "Candlelight dinner, red wine and roses, violin music, have you learned it?"

　　Yan Yunzhou was silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "...What?"

　　"Girls, that's how you chase me." Jiang Fei smiled slightly, "As cold as this afternoon, you have no hope in this life."

　　"..."

　　Yan Yunzhou said nothing again.

　　Jiang Fei also gradually calmed down.

　　a long time.

　　"Why?" Yan Yunzhou suddenly said.

　　"Um?"

　　"Why do you say you can't have children?" Yan Yunzhou hugged her lightly.

　　He was so clear-headed that it wasn't because of him, but he still wanted to hear that sentence, even if it was just a lie.

　　Jiang Fei smiled: "Mortal body..."

　　"Not worthy of me."

　　Yan Yunzhou didn't look surprised at all when he heard what she said.

　　From the moment she saved his life, she knew she was no ordinary person.

　　But……

　　"Tell me what I like to hear." Yan Yunzhou lowered his head and stared deeply into her eyes.

　　He felt that there was something in his heart that he could no longer control.

　　Jiang Fei frowned: "Why do people still want to hear lies?"

　　Yan Yunzhou smiled: "Yes, why do some people want to hear lies..."

　　"But I like to listen, Jiang Fei."

　　Jiang Fei was silent for a long time, then raised his head helplessly: "For you."

　　Yan Yunzhou looked at her quietly, and then hugged her into his arms, preventing her from seeing his expression. Along with it, there was a low voice: "I love you."

　　The favorability level above his head did not fluctuate, but quietly changed from 99 to 100.

　　The system that had been silent for several years suddenly spoke, and its voice was accompanied by the sound of electricity that had been in disrepair:

　　[Congratulations to the host, the mission is completed. 】

　　Yan Yunzhou fell asleep holding the woman in his arms.

　　When I woke up again, it was already bright outside and the city was beginning to wake up.

　　Yan Yunzhou opened his eyes, but his arms were empty.

　　Last night's candlelight dinner was still in its original state, the candles had been extinguished, and the roses were no longer as beautiful as last night.

　　Assistant Wang walked up: "Mr. Yan, breakfast is ready... huh? Where is Miss Jiang?"

　　Yan Yunzhou didn't speak, he just stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He didn't look at the tiny ground, but at the sky above his head.

　　I used to feel that it was too cold at high places, but now I feel like, why can’t it be higher, any higher...

　　High enough to pull her down.

　　Miss Jiang.

　　How cruel.

　　"Mr. Yan?" Assistant Wang was puzzled.

　　"No need." Yan Yunzhou said calmly, turned and walked towards the elevator.

　　Assistant Wang looked at Yan Yunzhou's back in astonishment, feeling that Mr. Yan seemed to have returned to before. No, even though he was suffering from illness before, he was still gentle and indifferent, but now he is...lifeless.

　　Yan Yunzhou returned to the villa without saying a word.

　　Just sitting on the sofa, something suddenly occurred to me in the next second. I looked around blankly for a week before I found the remote control, turned on the TV, and listened to the sound on the TV for a while.

　　Just like it was when she was here.

　　After listening for an unknown amount of time, he gradually fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, it seemed as if someone was laughing in his arms, with scars still on his left cheek, saying to him: "There is a lack of a woman here."

　　He should refuse it so that he wouldn't lose it again in the future.

　　However, in the end, he still heard his own voice: "Yes, I only need you."

　　When I woke up, the surroundings were dark and empty, and even my breath was cold.

　　Jiang Fei disappeared.

　　Without telling anyone, he disappeared into thin air.

　　On the Internet, various rumors about Jiang Fei are rampant. Some say that she suffered from depression after acting in an artistic film, so she committed suicide; some say that she was pregnant to raise a baby; some say that she was just hyping...

　　Many, many voices.

　　Yan Wang went back to Yan's house several times and asked him about Jiang Fei's whereabouts.

　　Qin Mo, who was devastated by the double blow of career and relationship, ran to him and asked him angrily why he didn't protect Jiang Fei.

　　Yan Yunzhou always thought that he would be in pain.

　　But he was very calm, more calm than when he was waiting for death in the first half of his life.