"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao gently stroked the red corners of Ye Fei's eyes with his fingers and asked him, "Is there anything you want?" After a pause, he added, "Anything is fine."
Twenty-year-old Yan Xiao was penniless.
But at the age of 27, Yan Xiao already has enough ability to give Ye Fei the best of everything.
Ye Fei was stunned by his nonsensical words: "What?"
Yan Xiao's expression was a little unnatural, his eyes wandering: "I didn't know I would meet you at that time." He seemed to not want to recall this incident. After saying it vaguely, he didn't mention it again. He looked back into Ye Fei's eyes and emphasized, "But you can have whatever you want now."
Ye Fei suddenly felt an indescribable soreness in his heart, and his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.
He never took that incident to heart, but he didn't expect that seven years later, Yan Xiao was still upset about not buying ice cream at that time.
"Yan Xiao," Ye Fei called his name, but did not answer his question. Instead, she said, "I clearly said I would treat you to a meal, but I didn't bring any money. Do you think I did it on purpose?"
Yan Xiao immediately said, "No." Then he said, "Very cute."
"Really?" Ye Fei chuckled. "Thank you very much, otherwise I'm afraid I can't even look directly at Haagen-Dazs now."
Yan Xiao was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion: "Why?"
"Because neither of us brought any money, I wouldn't be so embarrassed," Ye Fei raised her head and kissed the corner of his mouth, "So it's a good thing you didn't pay at that time."
Those emotions that had been like pebbles in my heart all the time seemed to disappear with Ye Fei's words.
Yan Xiao remained silent. After a long time, he slowly reached out and hugged him.
"Yan Xiao," Ye Fei leaned on his shoulder, thinking carefully about what he had just said, "Was the day we met on August 17th?"
Yan Xiao said "yes".
Ye Fei hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Your company was founded on the 17th as well." He had just attended Feixiao Technology's seventh anniversary celebration yesterday, and he was deeply impressed by this day.
Yan Xiao said "hmm" and told Ye Fei: "I chose it." Because in Yan Xiao's life, only the day he met Ye Fei was meaningful.
Ye Fei took a deep breath and tried her best to keep her voice from trembling: "Anything else?"
Yan Xiao stroked Ye Fei's back and did not answer.
"I want to know," Ye Fei felt the warmth of his palm and rubbed his neck like a spoiled child, "Okay, Brother Yan."
Yan Xiao couldn't resist Ye Fei at all. Before his brain could react, his mouth opened automatically: "Feixiao Technology is the homonym of our name."
Feixiao Feixiao, Ye Fei and Yan Xiao.
Ye Fei was in front and Yan Xiao was behind.
Ye Fei grabbed the corner of Yan Xiao's clothes and closed her eyes.
Yan Xiao seemed to have no idea how to fall in love. He didn't know how to flirt, speak sweet words, and sometimes he couldn't even understand what Ye Fei meant.
But he seemed to be the best person in the world at romance. He always did a lot for Ye Fei behind the scenes and never used this to suppress Ye Fei.
"Yan Xiao." Ye Fei buried her face in his shoulder, her voice a little low, but extremely clear.
He said, "I love you."
Ye Fei had hurt Yan Xiao’s heart in the past, but Ye Fei would never do that again in the future.
Because Ye Fei loves Yan Xiao, she cannot control herself or suppress her feelings, no matter how long he has left to live.
The author has something to say: That’s right. . It's just that little. .
Because I like this part so much, I decided to release it separately. There will be another one in the evening.
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