Wen Yu was dumbfounded when she heard Jiang Yuhe's words.
She froze for two seconds—"Who are you talking about?"
Where Wen Yu couldn't see, Jiang Yuhe's lips twitched lightly, but his expression was still calm, "Ex-girlfriend."
Wen Yu: "...?!!"
She immediately sat upright, pointing at Jiang Yuhe's steering wheel: "Wait a minute, stop."
Just at the red light, Jiang Yuhe stepped on the brake slowly and the car stopped.
Wen Yu stared at him and asked, "What do you mean, your ex-girlfriend showed up?"
Before Jiang Yuhe could speak, she suddenly said again: "Oh, I understand, you can't wait, it's because your ex-girlfriend showed up, that's why you can't wait, came all the way to break up with me?"
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
"Then what did you mean last night, breakup gun?"
"..."
"Okay, I'll get out of the car now."
As Wen Yu said that, she was about to open the door, but Jiang Yuhe had no choice but to pull her back.
After locking the door, he looked at her lightly—
"Listen to what I have to say, okay?"
no.
It really doesn't work.
As soon as Wen Yu heard the words "ex-girlfriend", she became furious, and couldn't get rational at all.
Knowing that Jiang Yuhe once liked a woman, he was already very jealous, but he thought it was just his unrequited love, and he didn't know the woman's name, so he persuaded himself not to care about it.
But now that woman actually appeared.
Wen Yu felt a strong sense of crisis.
After all, she was the woman Jiang Yuhe liked, and could not love.
In other words, this ex-girlfriend is much more threatening than his ex-boyfriend.
Wen Yu had no feelings for Shen Mingjia for a long time, and if she did, it would be a deep disgust and dislike.
But Jiang Yuhe is different, who knows if he still has some lingering concern for that ex-girlfriend now.
Thinking of these little quills all over Wen Yu's body, all of them pricked up.
She stared at Jiang Yuhe, jealous and aggrieved: "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Why are you looking for me? You are looking for her!"
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
Yes, I did come looking for it.
But Jiang Yuhe did not intend to sit in the car on such an ordinary noon, and lightly tell Wen Yu in one sentence—you are my "ex-girlfriend"
Then the two sighed a few words, hugged each other and smiled, and it was over.
If it's just like this, the wonderful fate between me and her seems to have become ordinary and lost its original brilliance.
He had thought last night that if he wanted to continue writing this fateful fate, he must let Wen Yu come back to him in the most beautiful way.
So, not now.
Jiang Yuhe calmly explained: "I can't wait, because I found out after she appeared—"
"?"
You said it! What did you find
After a while, Xu Shi thought about his words carefully, Jiang Yuhe turned around and said, "I found out that I was only moved by you."
This is the truth.
It's also a hint.
But of course Wen Yu didn't understand the meaning of it.
Probably because I don't often hear Jiang Yuhe talk about love, but when this sentence came suddenly, Wen Yu's heart seemed to be hit hard, and she jumped up violently.
What does this man mean
I chased him all the way here just to tell myself this.
Does this mean that the previous affection for that ex-girlfriend was an illusion, but this time when I saw her again, I realized that the real affection was only for myself
Wen Yu knew this feeling all too well.
She went to see Jiang Yuhe again, and the little bristles all over her body had already flattened out, "Then what do you mean, do you only like me?"
"Yes." Jiang Yuhe answered very simply.
The corners of Wen Yu's mouth finally turned up again, this time she was a little more shy after being confessed suddenly, she turned her face sideways, and pretended to stroke her hair with one hand: "Oh."
"Oh?" Jiang Yuhe went to hold her hand, "You're not jealous anymore?"
Wen Yu immediately turned around, "Since when did I get jealous? I'm just asking casually. I'm a big guy, okay. I don't care if you have a few more ex-girlfriends."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
Just like this, the ex-girlfriend's matter temporarily turned upside down, the car continued to drive, and after a long silence, Wen Yu suddenly said:
"Actually, I quite understand how you feel."
Jiang Yuhe: "?"
He frowned: "Do you understand me?"
Wen Yu nodded, and said seriously: "Because when I was with Shen Mingjia before, I thought I liked him, but after I met you, I realized what it means to be truly moved, what it means to truly like someone."
"..."
"So you don't really need to care about your first love. Because in my heart..." Wen Yu looked at Jiang Yuhe and whispered, "You are my first love."
Although Jiang Yuhe was still driving the car, his hands were unconsciously clenched on the steering wheel.
Even though he was usually able to remain indifferent to any major event, when he heard Wen Yu's words, his heart was also subtly flustered.
It is joy.
He acknowledged the feeling.
"Did you hear me say no?" Wen Yu asked.
"Um."
"Then why can't I see you happy? Shouldn't you stop the car and jump around three times to celebrate yourself as my first love?"
After a long while, Jiang Yuhe took Wen Yu's words back and said, "I am big."
"..."
Wen Yu was angry and wanted to laugh, she stretched out her hand and hit him twice, "You hate it!"
It is undeniable that Jiang Yuhe's casual conversation contributed to Wen Yu's well-timed inner confession, and completely untied the knot in each other's hearts towards Shen Mingjia.
During the fight, the atmosphere finally returned to before, and Jiang Yuhe's restrained smile finally showed on the corner of his lips.
When the trouble came to a head, Wen Yu asked, "Why did that ex-girlfriend of yours come to see you?"
Jiang Yuhe paused, imitating Wen Yu's way of dealing with reporters, blurring the key points without distorting the facts: "She asked someone to bring something I know to me."
"Oh," Wen Yu muttered for some reason, and finally said, "What a scheming bitch."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
Wen Qingyou's villa.
When Wen Yu went back, the family had already had lunch. Song Zhixin was taking care of the flowers and plants in the yard, and Wen Yi'an was standing beside her. Although Song Zhixin obviously didn't want him to intervene, he still followed very attentively.
Seeing Jiang Yuhe's car stop at the door, Wen Yi'an immediately stood up straight again, with his hands behind his back, and his face became serious.
When he saw Wen Yu getting out of the car and wearing a long skirt, Wen Yi'an seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly became ill.
Wen Yu: "Mom, we're back."
Jiang Yuhe followed behind, polite and thoughtful: "Uncle, aunt."
Song Zhixin responded with a smile.
Wen Yi'an looked at Jiang Yuhe with displeasure, and for a long while—"Hmph."
Then back away.
Song Zhixin: "..."
Wen Yu: "???"
After being quiet for a few seconds, Wen Yu patted Jiang Yuhe's chest, as if to comfort him: "It's okay, my dad is in menopause."
Song Zhixin also echoed: "I think so too."
Jiang Yuhe actually didn't care: "It doesn't matter."
Wen Qingyou is not at home at work, only Song Zhixin and Wen Yi'an are at home.
Song Zhixin welcomed Jiang Yuhe to sit on the sofa, and asked, "You called Qingyou in the morning and told Qingyou that your parents wanted to have dinner with Yuyu. How is it? Yuyu is not rude, right?"
Wen Yu was taken aback after hearing this, and asked Jiang Yuhe: "Have you called yet?"
Song Zhixin glanced at her: "This is Mr. Jiang's tutor. It's not like you. Did you sleep until noon?"
Wen Yu: "..."
Wen Yi'an, who was pretending to be passing by not far away, was even worse when he heard that he actually slept until noon.
Jiang Yuhe echoed Song Zhixin's words, with a decent and humble sentence, and the summed up meaning was - "My parents like Wen Yu very much."
Wen Yu elbowed him: "Then do you like it?"
Jiang Yuhe paused slightly, and looked sideways at her, with hints in his eyes not to flirt in front of his elders.
He is indeed such a person, his emotions are very restrained and rational, and he is not the kind of person who likes to put all glib words on his mouth.
What's more, it is in front of the elders who are not yet familiar.
Wen Yu got what he meant, clicked her tongue in her heart, and said, "I'll go upstairs and change my clothes, and you can talk to my mother."
When walking upstairs, Wen Yu's cell phone rang, and she picked it up as she walked, the sound came from the corridor to the living room—
"They want to guarantee the release? Buy out, how many billion?"
"This number is impossible."
"I can consider splitting the account proportionally, what? 500 million, is he joking?"
"Now the six publishers are talking to us, don't be so anxious, I will talk about it when I go back."
…
When they reached the second floor, although the voice gradually became quieter, Wen Yu's confident and easy-going aura was actually not missing at all.
Song Zhixin looked away with a smile, and said to Jiang Yuhe: "Listen, don't look at the usual petty temper, but you are very disciplined at work. These days, I often answer the phone and arrange work like this."
Jiang Yuhe also nodded, "She is changing, and she will become better and better."
Song Zhixin: "Thanks to you for teaching her."
"You are serious." Jiang Yuhe paused for a few seconds, "I like her, and of course I hope she can become the ideal me."
Song Zhixin's eyes became more and more appreciative, and after a moment, he patted Jiang Yuhe's leg lightly, "But sometimes, don't hide your likes in your heart."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
"Yuyu told me that you never said you liked her. Although I have only met you a few times, I can already see that you are a very calm and capable child, and you may prefer to prove yourself with actions, but you must know that Actions are important, but saying you like something doesn't mean it's hypocrisy."
"There are many ways to express love, but..." Song Zhixin smiled softly, "That silly girl upstairs just wants to hear you say it."
Jiang Yuhe didn't know what he was thinking, and he hummed lightly after a long time.
Song Zhixin was about to continue talking, but suddenly he couldn't help it, and turned to look at Wen Yi'an:
"What are you doing hanging around in front of us?"
Wen Yi'an folded his hands behind his back, still thinking about the long skirt, intentionally connoting Jiang Yuhe: "My legs don't feel right."
Song Zhixin: "..."
Who knows why he was so angry, Song Zhixin ignored it, just at this time Wen Yu also changed her clothes and came down and said:
"Mom, the phone calls from the company are urgent. There will be a movie press conference in two days, and there are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with. I have to leave tomorrow, and I can't stay any longer."
As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone, "Dad, I booked your tickets together."
Wen Yi'an was taken aback, then subconsciously glanced at Song Zhixin, coughed again, and said unnaturally, "I, that, I... I won't leave now."
Wen Yu: "?"
"My leg hurts." Wen Yi'an immediately found a reason for what he said casually just now, "It hurts badly."
"..."
In the end, Wen Yi'an forcibly stayed because of sudden leg pain.
Wen Yu understood that Song Zhixin didn't chase him away.
Although her parents divorced for more than ten years, one did not remarry and the other did not remarry. Wen Yu didn't know whether it was disappointment in marriage or simply being unable to accept another person.
Many fates in life are difficult to explain, and her parents are no exception.
It would be a good result if middle-aged people who have experienced wind and rain and have peace of mind can seek a fulfillment with each other.
This night, courtesy was reciprocated, Jiang Yuhe stayed at Wen Yu's house for dinner.
Wen Qingyou also returned home from get off work, and the whole family sat at the table to eat. During the meeting, when we talked about Wen Yu's residence after returning to China, Wen Yu naturally pointed to Jiang Yuhe and said:
"Of course I live with him."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yi'an immediately expressed his opinion: "I object."
Is it okay to live together
Can a daughter's legs still be legs
Wen Yi'an firmly opposed it, and therefore launched a vote online:
"You are not married yet, and you are still in a relationship. There is no need to live together for the time being. Now our family has stated that if there are many objections, we are not allowed to live together."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
Wen Yu was also speechless: "Dad, you..."
Wen Yi'an raised his hand first: "I object."
He then looked at Song Zhixin, "Say it."
Song Zhixin seemed to be too lazy to reason, and lowered his head to eat, "I don't care about my daughter's private life."
This is agreed.
Wen Yi'an also knew that Song Zhixin would not object, and his hope was on Wen Qingyou's side.
When his eyes fell on his son, Wen Yi'an gave various looks, "Qingyou, tell me."
As long as Wen Qingyou also objects, then two to one, he has enough reasons to prevent Jiang Yuhe from attacking his daughter's legs.
Wen Yi'an looked at his son expectantly.
It was obviously a very funny thing, and Wen Yu didn't intend to take it seriously, but when her parents were tied, she still looked at her brother as if her appetite had been whetted.
Jiang Yuhe and Wen Yu have different positions. If Wen Yi'an insists on not allowing it, and really uses this vote as an issue, he can't force him to live with Wen Yu.
Therefore, the crucial vote is Wen Qingyou's attitude.
Everyone looked at him, waiting for an answer.
Wen Qingyou drank the soup in the bowl calmly, passed by for a while, then raised his head, and said four words lightly—
"I don't care either."
The living room was as quiet as a chicken for several seconds.
"Huh!" Wen Yi'an, who failed to vote, let out another loud sound, put down his chopsticks and left the table angrily.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Yu's uncontrollable laughter echoed crazily in the living room, "Is my dad a little princess now? He always hums, who does he want to coax him?"
Wen Qingyou: "Anyway, it's not you and me."
"..."
After the meal, Wen Yu was reluctant to part with Song Zhixin because she was about to leave, so she kept talking to her in the kitchen.
Jiang Yuhe took this opportunity to find Wen Qingyou, "Go out and have a chat?"
Wen Qingyou glanced at him and smiled: "Okay."
The two men who were about the same age, who had been fighting each other before, finally seemed to have ceased fighting this night, and chatted harmoniously beside the car outside the villa.
"Are you going back?" Jiang Yuhe asked.
Wen Qingyou took two cans of beer, gave one to Jiang Yuhe, opened the other by himself, took a sip, and said after a long time, "No."
After a moment of silence, Jiang Yuhe opened the beer and said, "In the past few days I have been here, she has been helping me look after the company."
"Really." Wen Qingyou didn't seem interested, and his tone was flat.
"You really don't care?"
Wen Qingyou remained silent and did not answer this question.
Jiang Yuhe naturally understood, so he didn't ask any more questions, and talked about other things.
"Thanks just now," he said.
Wen Qingyou: "What?"
"Your dad's vote."
Jiang Yuhe really did not expect that Wen Qingyou would vote for it.
Wen Qingyou snorted, "There's nothing to thank, I'm just helping my sister."
"Anyway, thanks."
Wen Qingyou listened for a while, turned to look at him, and sighed with a half-smile: "It's rare for the prospective brother-in-law to say thank you."
Conversations between smart men never require too many words.
Wen Qingyou's position was clearly established when he called his brother-in-law-to-be.
Jiang Yuhe also lowered his eyes and chuckled twice: "Then do I want to say again, thank you uncle for your success?"
The two sides looked at each other and smiled lightly.
As if everything in the past was lost in this smile, the two men touched the beers in their hands at the same time.
"Brothers, what are you talking about!" Wen Yu came out of the house at this time, and saw two men leaning against the car chatting harmoniously, she was in a very happy mood, and went straight to the middle of the two, coquettishly, "Take me Shall we talk together?"
Wen Qingyou: "No."
Jiang Yuhe: "No."
Wen Yu: "..."
They pinched each other, "Okay, you two have a private conversation now, don't you?"
Although this is the case, Wen Yu is still very happy to see that the two brothers are finally no longer targeting each other like they used to be.
She put her hands on the shoulders of the two men and said with emotion: "I think I am the happiest person in the world now."
Wen Qingyou smiled: "Just because you have two older brothers?"
"No." Wen Yu corrected, "You are my brother."
Looking at Jiang Yuhe while speaking, his voice was obviously a little more shy, "He's an older brother, it's different."
Wen Qingyou glanced at her speechlessly, "You are the only one who has too many things to do."
While the siblings were talking, Jiang Yuhe at the side calmly took Wen Yu's hand back from Wen Qingyou's shoulder.
Wen Qingyou: "?"
"Jiang Yuhe, what are you doing?"
Jiang Yuhe didn't change his face: "As for."
"..."
"If you really want someone to take your shoulders." Jiang Yuhe stretched out his hand, "I'll do it."
"..."
Wen Qingyou immediately walked away in disgust, and finished drinking the beer in his hand with a speechless face, "You are so overbearing, I don't even know what my sister likes you."
After talking about a parabola, he threw the empty beer can into the trash can not far away, "Let's go, you can make it up."
Wen Qingyou cursed and left, Wen Yu gasped with laughter, turned around to see if Jiang Yuhe was laughing together, only to find that this man was leaning on the car and looking at him quietly, and said, "I want to know too."
Wen Yu laughed until she was stunned: "Know what?"
"I'm so domineering, what do you like about me?"
Wen Yu's smile faded away, she blinked, hugged Jiang Yuhe's neck, and tapped his lips lightly, "Can't I just like you being domineering?"
After a pause, he asked him again, "What about you, what do you like about me?"
Jiang Yuhe looked at her indifferently, and didn't answer for a long time.
Wen Yu didn't wait for what she wanted to hear, and understood that Jiang Yuhe was not good at sweet talk, so she pursed her lips, "Forget it, I know that you like me, that's enough."
The night was so quiet that only the moonlight was flowing. At this moment, the wind was blowing from nowhere, and Wen Yu's long hair was blown messily on her face. She reached out and wanted to brush it away, but Jiang Yuhe's hand arrived first. .
He gently brushed away the messy hair on her face and looked into her clear eyes.
After a long time, he lowered his head and kissed her, and gently and slowly told her with warm breath between his teeth:
"Not like it."
Wen Yu was caught off guard, and slowly opened her eyes wide until his voice fell beside her ears:
"Yuyu."
"I love you."