"So you agreed?" Tang Xili looked at more and more lights rising on the sea.
Densely packed sky lanterns soar up into the sky like the brilliant Milky Way, drifting towards the east, gorgeous and spectacular.
Tang Xili frowned, not feeling moved, but just feeling annoyed.
How many times do I have to say it?
"Bang——" a firework exploded among thousands of lights, and the dark sea surface was reflected in shimmering waves.
Alana said, "Evelyn, he said the blessing ceremony couldn't be interrupted, so I didn't dare to stop it forcibly."
"Stop being superstitious." Tang Xili glanced at her sideways, "Burn all those lamps."
"Yes..." Alana turned around, went to the second floor below ground, flew a fighter plane equipped with a flamethrower, flew into the sky, and burned those sky lanterns.
Below, on a cruise ship thirty miles away, Han Song, dressed in a black suit and black shirt, saw all the sky lanterns burnt out. He lamented, "I've been lighting them for a long time. This unromantic woman..."
Ah Luo said, "Brother Song, Evelyn is not unromantic, she just doesn't want your affection."
On the East River, Evelyn was laughing happily.
"Have you finally gotten the point?" Han Song's face darkened. "She was just blinded by that pretty boy."
He lowered his head and looked at his clothes.
Black suit, black shirt, and formal tie pin and tie hoop, all imitating that man.
"She doesn't even look at me. What's the point of imitating that person?" Han Song found it a little ridiculous. He pulled out the tie pin, tore off the tie, and threw it into the sea in frustration.
On the deck, the crew members who were carefully unwrapping the lamps saw that the lamps were burned out and asked cautiously, "Brother Song, do you still want to light it?"
"Light it!" He had to light all 9,999 lamps tonight.
Ah Luo: Or maybe it’s just that Song Ge is an extremely stubborn guy.
Just click, click, maybe you will give up while clicking.
"Come on, Brother Song." A Luo clenched his fist and gave him a cheering gesture.
Han Song took out a windproof lighter and lit it again.
That night, one was burning with fever, and when it was almost dawn, Alana started crying.
She flew the fighter plane down and hovered not far from Han Song. "Mr. Han, I need to discuss something. Can we take a break before we start? I'm out of gas."
Han Song ignored her and threw the scrapped lighter at his feet. The lighter hit hundreds of lighter corpses, making a slight noise.
Alana glanced at the pile of empty lighters and sighed, "Mr. Han, if our Evelyn doesn't like something, she will never like it. Don't waste your time. Go after someone else."
Han Song placed the lantern high in the sky, then looked at Alana and pointed at the Moon Palace, his defense breaking. "Go tell her I'll be her secret lover, okay?"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little crazy. "If she doesn't need to support him, can I give her 10 billion every year?"
Alana was amused by his anxious look and joked, "Mr. Han, why don't you be my mistress? My boyfriend has a good temper and is very tolerant."
Han Song ignored her and continued to light lanterns. He had already lit eight thousand lanterns, and there were still one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine to go.
Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Alana had no choice but to drive the fighter plane home to refuel.
During the break of refueling, Alana saw Tang Xili running, and she repeated Han Song's original words, saying that he was willing to be her mistress, word for word.
"You're sick." Tang Xili threw down these two words, turned around and went back to the Moon Palace, took a shower, changed clothes, took a helicopter to the airport, and headed for China.
On the cruise ship, Han Song, who was still lighting a lamp, saw a helicopter flying overhead from a distance, so he asked Alana, who was lighting a lamp and burning a lamp for him, "Where did she go?"
"Secret."
"I can find it even if you don't tell me."
"So what if you find out?" Alana advised kindly, "Mr. Han, liking someone is useless. Only mutual liking is useful. You'll only make Evelyn hate you more and more."
Han Song grabbed the bamboo ring at the end of the lamp and asked sincerely, "What will it take for her to like me?"
"I won't like it no matter what. The best outcome is to cut your losses in time."
After saying this, Alana drove her fighter jet back. The message had been delivered, and it was up to him whether he listened or not.
Han Song stood there, in the wind, looking at the lamp in his hand. [Liking is useless, only liking each other is useful.]
[I won't like it no matter what, so cutting the loss in time is the best outcome. ]
Is this what she meant?
She refused even to see him.
He just stood there, motionless, for half an hour, an hour, two hours...
Three hours later, Han Song turned around and glanced at the pile of unpacked sky lanterns on the ground. The bloodshot in his eyes became even more scarlet.
Ah Luo looked at his desolate figure and walked forward, "Brother Song, don't order anymore."
"No." Han Song took a deep breath and continued to light the lamp. "Then I will bless her."
He hasn't done anything for her yet.
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sky lanterns, wishing her no more suffering in this life, and long-lasting happiness.
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At one o'clock in the afternoon, the private plane landed at Capital International Airport.
At that time, the heavy snow was about to stop and the runway had just been cleared. All civilian flights at the airport had been stopped, and only private planes were still taking off and landing.
At the exit, Yong Zhixu was waiting there with a long white coat and a bouquet of flowers.
After waiting for nearly two hours, the person I was thinking about finally appeared at the end of the corridor.
The girl wore a high-quality gray sweater dress, beige boots, and a long black trench coat, looking cool and capable.
Behind her was a group of bodyguards in black, like a princess traveling, with a noble and powerful aura.
Knowing that she wouldn't wear more, Yong Zhixu walked over quickly, stuffed the flowers into the bodyguard's arms, shook out the coat in his hand, and put it on her.
Seeing her nose was red from the cold, the man said, "Why don't you wear more clothes? Pull up your sleeves."
"I'm not cold." Tang Xili spoke, and the breath she exhaled turned into white mist and floated upwards in the air.
Yong Zhixu grabbed his hand, which was as cold as ice, and said, "You said you weren't cold, but put it on quickly."
The temperature in Beijing today is minus 3 degrees Celsius.
"Okay." There is a kind of cold that makes your boyfriend feel that you are cold.
She reached out, slipped into her sleeve, and put it on obediently.
The white double-sided rabbit fur is soft and comfortable, wrapping the girl tightly from neck to calves, like a chubby furry little animal.
Yong Zhixu squatted down and buttoned his coat from the top to the last button at the bottom.
Then he took out a ginger mink beret from the bulging pocket of his coat, folded the brim in, and put it on her head at an angle.
After putting it on, men also know to pull it back, which instantly makes them look fashionable and refined.
Seeing him dressing her up seriously, Tang Xili couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, "Where did you learn this?"
"I learned it online." The man took her hand and led her out of the airport and into the car.
The customized Maybach's heater was turned up to full blast. Chen Zui, sitting in the driver's seat, saw Tang Xili again after three months. He extended his hand, shook his finger, and said hello, "Hello, little Ali..."
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