Like a male courting a mate, every moment of the waiting process was sweet and tormenting.
He saw the painting on the wall.
The painting was painted by Zhou Huailin and stamped with his seal. The inscription on it was written by Liang Ying. Wei Yan was very familiar with her handwriting, which he practiced little by little while watching Liang Ying.
Just by looking at this painting, he seemed to be able to imagine the scene of the two people playing the piano and the zither.
Wei Yan's heart suddenly hurt.
He finally admitted that it was jealousy, jealousy that made him want to go crazy.
He wanted to cure Liang Ying, he even thought, if he cured her, they could go back to the past?
When Liang Ying answered his question, Wei Yan watched her writing with her head down. He saw a spot of flour on the tip of the woman's nose.
It was itchy, my hands itched, and my heart itched too. I really wanted to help her wipe it off, but I was afraid that after I left, it would be another man who would do this.
Wei Yan really wanted to ask her if she was happy? But Liang Ying is still the same Liang Ying. She will still risk her life and be full of enthusiasm. But it's not facing him anymore. If possible, it would be better if
Zhou
Huailin died. He
really wanted Zhou
Huailin to die so that he would no longer occupy any of Liang Ying 's sight. But as soon as Liang Ying opened her mouth, all Wei Yan's ugly thoughts stopped. He subconsciously let go of his hand. The hoarse voice reminded him of the hurt he had suffered. He watched Liang Ying run towards the man. He begged in his heart over and over again, "Look back at me." But the girl who once had her heart and eyes full of him no longer gave him any attention. Wei Yan also wanted to persuade himself to forget it. It had come to this point. What else could he do?
But he could no longer control his emotions as he did before. Unwilling! He was entangled in jealousy and was really unwilling. If he was given another chance, he would definitely do better than Zhou Huailin.
He was like a peeper hiding in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to replace him at any time.
When he knew about the Lin family, he was almost eager to take credit. But Liang Ying knelt on the ground and wrote those words to herself.
That was the last time she used Liang Ying's mouth instead of Mrs. Zhou's to communicate with him, but to sever ties with him.
Liang Ying was so kind, but Wei Yan only felt cruel. The so-called letting bygones be bygones is to deprive the past of hatred. Happiness? How could he still be happy?
But all Wei Yan could do was compromise.
Let her go, he thought, it was nothing more than going back to the past, nothing more than continuing the life of the past five years.
"Let's look forward."
Wei Yan suddenly realized that his time had already stopped, he just didn't notice it, so he lived in a daze.
The moment he saw her again, the moment time started to flow again.
He couldn't go back.
He was still like a perverted madman, wanting to get close, wanting to see her.
The moment he hugged her and saw Zhou Huailin, Wei Yan realized so clearly for the first time that the woman in his arms did not belong to him.
There was another person who could hug her more legitimately. But Wei Yan still begged humbly, begging Zhou Huailin not to snatch her. He had only one thought in his mind, he didn't want to let go, he didn't want to let go, he didn't want to give her to others.
But Liang Ying stretched out her hand herself, she chose another man.
Wei Yan couldn't disobey her.
He always remembered that he owed her.
Wen Qi was the last straw that broke the camel's back for Wei Yan. He suddenly felt that the throne and everything else were no longer important.
Liang Ying didn't want him anymore. He only had Wen Qi left. If even Wen Qi got into trouble, what would be the meaning of life?
Wei Yan didn't take Xue Ning's hysteria to heart.
He was just thinking, so that's how it is.
It turned out that he never saw Zhou Huailin and didn't dare to hear his name because he was jealous of him, which started from that time.
It turned out that he didn't touch any woman because he was guarding her body that he had long disdained.
It turned out that he was so stubborn to guard Wen Qi because this was his and her child, and it was their last connection.
Even others could see it more clearly than him.
When Wei Yan went to the inner room, Wen Qi was calling his mother. The unconscious voice of the child in a coma made Wei Yan so distressed that he wanted to cry.
