Chapter 127 Sure enough, he still couldn’t catch her.
The closer it got to the wedding day, the more nervous Feng Mingzhou became.
It rained lightly in Jiangcheng that day, and the ground was still wet.
Gu Manman had just walked out of the revolving door of Qin's Building when her feet suddenly slipped.
"careful!"
A hand held her arm in time.
Gu Manman stood firm and looked up to see that it was Huo Yunting.
"Thank you." Gu Manman breathed a sigh of relief.
"The road is slippery due to the rain, Mr. Gu, please walk slowly." Huo Yunting smiled gently and let go of his hand.
The two of them had a brief conversation about the follow-up matters of the cooperation, and Huo Yunting left first.
Gu Manman opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Feng Mingzhou was staring straight ahead with his profile tense.
There was no conversation along the way until the car drove into the western suburbs villa.
As soon as the door was closed, Feng Mingzhou turned around, his tall figure carrying an oppressive feeling.
"You are not allowed to see Huo Yunting again." His voice was cold and hard, leaving no room for negotiation.
Gu Manman paused while changing her shoes and looked up at him: "Why?"
"I can't say for sure, that's for sure." Feng Mingzhou's eyes darkened, with a strong attitude that did not allow for questioning, "I will let the people below coordinate the cooperation between Qin and Huo."
Gu Manman frowned: "Feng Mingzhou, can you be reasonable? How can we not meet at all for work matters?"
"I saw him touching you. I didn't like it."
"He just helped me up! Because the floor was slippery!" Gu Manman felt a little helpless. He was so jealous that it was inexplicable. "Can you stop being so childish?"
"I'm childish?" Feng Mingzhou took a step closer.
"Yes!" Gu Manman also got angry.
The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became tense.
Just then, Feng Mingzhou's cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Zhao Yang.
He picked up the phone and said unkindly, "Hello?"
I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone.
"Got it, I'll go over now."
He hung up the phone, picked up the coat on the sofa, turned around and walked out.
As the night deepens, in a private room of a high-end club in the city center, the lights are dim and the music is low.
Zhao Yang shook the wine glass in his hand, looking at Feng Mingzhou who was drinking one glass after another, and couldn't help but say: "Hey, buddy, you are about to marry a beautiful woman and become the groom, why are you acting like you are going bankrupt and being emo here?"
Feng Mingzhou tilted his head back and drank another glass of whiskey. The spicy liquid slid down his throat but did not dispel the irritability in his heart.
"You don't understand." He put down his glass, his voice a little hoarse.
"I don't understand," Zhao Yang came closer, "You prepared for this wedding so well that you wanted to buy the entire earth. You looked very thoughtful. And now you act so deadly."
Feng Mingzhou looked at the wine in the glass in silence.
After a long while, he spoke softly: "The closer the day is, the more afraid I am."
Zhao Yang was stunned when he heard this, and the cup stopped in mid-air: "What are you afraid of? Is there anything you are afraid of, Feng Mingzhou?"
"I'm afraid she'll regret it."
Zhao Yang blinked: "That's impossible. She has already promised you, she has put on the ring, and the wedding is almost ready. How could she go back on her word?"
Feng Mingzhou raised his eyes, his eyes showing fragility and anxiety: "You don't understand."
"She met Huo Yunting today."
Zhao Yang suddenly realized: "Ah, so you are jealous."
Feng Mingzhou's face darkened, and he put the wine glass in his hand heavily on the table: "I'm not jealous."
"If it's not jealousy, then what is it? Aren't you upset because Manman and Huo Yunting met?"
"I just don't want her to be exposed to any possible risk, especially before the wedding."
Zhao Yang looked at his overly tense expression and suddenly realized that things were not that simple.
Feng Mingzhou's reaction has gone beyond the scope of normal worry.
"Are you...hiding something from me?" Zhao Yang asked tentatively.
Feng Mingzhou was silent for a moment, and finally said: "I had a dream."
"What dream?"
"I dreamed that on the wedding day, Manman suddenly fell down on the stage, and I couldn't wake her up no matter what I did..." Feng Mingzhou's voice trembled a little. He closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to drive those horrible images out of his mind.
"Just because of a dream?"
"It's not just a dream." Feng Mingzhou raised his head, with unspeakable fear in his eyes, "I always feel... as if something bad is going to happen. The more I look forward to the wedding day, the more uneasy I feel."
Zhao Yang took a deep breath and said, "Old Feng, you have typical pre-marital anxiety. It's normal. Every groom-to-be will have it."
Feng Mingzhou poured himself another glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
"I can't control myself," he whispered. "The closer I get to the wedding, the more I fear something might happen, and the more I want to hold her tightly in my hands."
Zhao Yang leaned back on the sofa and sighed: "Brother, you are a little too worried."
"I don't dare to gamble." Feng Mingzhou said firmly, "I can't allow any accidents to happen."
Zhao Yang watched him drink one cup after another, and finally stopped trying to persuade him. He patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, drink less, go back and accompany your sister-in-law earlier, and don't think too much."
Feng Mingzhou didn't respond. He sat there for a while, but finally he couldn't sit still anymore.
He was angry just now and was afraid that he might say something without thinking or do something out of control, so he slammed the door and left.
But now that I've calmed down, the alcohol is getting to me and the panic in my heart is growing.
He stood up suddenly and walked out with unsteady steps.
"Hey, I'll take you there..." Before Zhao Yang could finish his words, the door of the box was slammed shut.
The car sped through the night.
He stumbled into the villa and returned to his room.
"Manman?" He called out in a hoarse voice, but there was no response.
My heart sinks little by little.
He saw an open suitcase at the door of the cloakroom.
In the box, Gu Manman's clothes were stacked.
Feng Mingzhou froze in place, and the blood in his body froze instantly.
The thing he was most worried about, the possibility he had always feared deep in his heart, was right in front of him.
She finally had to leave.
That proposal, that meteor shower, those promises… were they all just his wishful thinking?
In the end, she still regretted it.
The huge panic and despair overwhelmed him like a tide, wave after wave, with no sign of retreating.
The dizziness brought by the alcohol was completely washed away, leaving only the icy pain.
He wanted to move forward, but his feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.
My vision began to blur and tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.
He raised his hands to cover his face, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and a suppressed sob came from his throat.
Sure enough, he still couldn't catch her.
He couldn't catch anything.
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