Fan Qi was deeply fond of a powerful figure from a Hong Kong novel—a man whose turbulent early life had shaped him into someone irresistibly charismatic.
But admiration was one thing. Fan Q...
Xu Miaoer finally stopped crying, and Liao Yazhe felt relieved. He put the book down and reached for the cold medicine: "I'm leaving, don't be sad. Go to bed early!"
"Um!"
Xu Miaoer sent Liao Yazhe out, and Liao Yazhe said, "Don't go downstairs. If you go downstairs, I will still be worried. I will send you back up."
"Got it." Xu Miaoer looked at him with a smile, "Liao Yazhe, thank you! You are so nice!"
Liao Yazhe looked at the face that was not very pretty after crying. He reached out and rubbed Xu Miaoer's head and said, "Alright, alright! I got it. I'm leaving now. Close the door quickly."
Xu Miaoer closed the door, picked up the novel and flipped through a few pages. She liked the ones with delicate emotional descriptions, while Liao Yazhe liked the funny ones. She went to take a shower first and then read the novel. With his coming, her mood improved. ▒Think▒Tu▒Online▒Read▒
Liao Yazhe drove home. After spending some time with her, he realized that she was a lovely and sympathetic girl. When he hugged her, he really felt sorry for her and hoped that she would always be happy.
Liao Yazhe returned home and sat on the sofa to think carefully. He felt that he really liked Xu Miaoer. She was not pretty enough, not gentle enough, and didn't seem to be that good. Being with her doesn't feel as free as being with Fan Qi. It doesn't matter whether we are men or women, but there is a bit of a feeling between men and women.
He should, maybe, seem to have fallen in love with Xu Miaoer. Thinking of this, it popped up in my mind that Xu Miaoer said her mother looked for her and forced her to reconcile with Feng Xueming, saying that Feng Xueming locked himself in the house and refused to come out.
Liao Yazhe didn't dare to go to Feng Xueming these days, always feeling that he had let Feng Xueming down. Hearing that Feng Xueming was sad, he was very worried. He stood in front of the phone for a long time and decided to call Feng Xueming.
The voice on the other end of the line was Feng Xueming's slightly hoarse voice: "Hello!"
"Xue Ming, how are you?" Liao Yazhe asked with concern. He was very nervous, afraid that Feng Xue Ming would hang up the phone immediately and ignore him.
When Feng Xueming heard Liao Yazhe's voice, he didn't know what to feel. Anyone could find Xu Miaoer, so why did he have to find Miaoer? On the other hand, he would not feel at ease no matter who Miao'er married, except for Liao Yazhe, a fool, whom he knew.
"What? Would I risk my life and death for a woman?" Feng Xueming took a sip of wine.
Hearing that Feng Xueming was still willing to talk to him, Liao Yazhe breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I just heard from Miao'er that your mother went to find her mother, and her mother forced her to get back together with you, saying that you were feeling very uncomfortable these past two days."
Feng Xueming sat up and looked at the clock in the living room. It showed 11:20. He asked, "What did you mean just now?"
"Yes! I just came back from Miao'er's place." Liao Yazhe replied to him.
"You just came back from Miao'er?" Feng Xueming put the cup on the table with a crisp sound, "Liao Yazhe, are you here to show off to me?"
"No...I..." Liao Yazhe found himself really stupid. Why didn't he think of this? He quickly explained, "I'm not showing off, I just heard it, and I'm worried about you."
"Worried about me? Worried that I'm not dead?"
Hearing Feng Xueming say this, Liao Yazhe felt even worse: "Xueming, I'm really just worried about you. If you're really angry, it's okay to beat me up to vent your anger."
"Really?" Feng Xueming asked him, "Well, come to my house now."
"ah?"
"Why are you telling lies to me?" Feng Xueming sneered.
When Liao Yazhe was pretending to like Xu Miaoer, he felt sorry for Feng Xueming. Now that he is sure that he really likes Xu Miaoer, he feels even more sorry for his brother. He was beaten once and for all, and he said, "I'll be right there."
Is this fool really coming? Feng Xueming hung up the phone, somewhat unconvinced. Was he asking to be beaten?
Feng Xueming stopped drinking and looked at the door, waiting for time to pass. Whenever he thought of the scene of Miao'er and Liao Yazhe together, he felt extremely uncomfortable, bastard! He was with her and even showed off to him.
Finally, he heard the doorbell. He opened the door and saw Liao Yazhe standing at the door.