"Um...so what?"
"boom!"
Ding Baoyi played her a two-finger Zen without any politeness.
Yan Nian screamed, covering his forehead and trying to bounce back. Ding Baoyi didn't let her succeed. She tilted her body and accidentally knocked over the coffee cup. The coffee on the table spilled on the letter, and a cloud of coffee spread out. stains.
"What are you doing!"
Yan Nian hurriedly took the letter over, took the napkin, and carefully wiped off the coffee stains on it.
She obviously moved quickly enough, but unfortunately the word "wife" written on it was still obscured by coffee stains.
Yan Nian couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard she tried, and suddenly she felt a dull pain in her heart, which was so painful that she couldn't help but curl up her fingers.
It was like going back to the day she moved ten years ago. The gap in her heart was wide open and closed, and it was peeling off. She had been waiting for a long time, but the gap had not yet healed.
Tears fell down, and I realized that I was crying again like before.
Yan Nian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and stared at the teardrops on his fingers in surprise.
What exactly happened here.
He started crying without even knowing it, as if it was an instinctive reaction.
Ding Baoyi coughed twice and crossed her legs, knowing that she was the one who was not careful. "Sorry, I didn't mean it. I just want to tell you that Jiang Beiyuan is so good to you. It's not without reason. He keeps talking about you." Like his ex-girlfriend, but you have never met his ex-girlfriend, so have you ever thought about it, maybe-"
Ding Baoyi said and paused.
"His ex-girlfriend is you!"
“…”
Yan Nian stopped crying, tears dried on his face, and he looked up at her blankly.
Ding Baoyi cleared her throat and said word by word:
"I'm just guessing. I don't have any conclusive evidence now. Maybe Jiang Ting is Jiang Beiyuan. He just changed his name, and you didn't know why you forgot about him. Ten years later, he came back to you and married you as he wished. , just like this letter, huh, if he calls you wife now, do you dare to agree?"
“…”
Yan Nian moved his lips, lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand.
No wonder this handwriting feels so familiar.
Now take a closer look, and you will see that it is very similar to Jiang Beiyuan's handwriting. They are both resolute and domineering, unruly and arrogant, and there is a hidden edge in the strokes.
She wanted to speak, wanted to say something, but it was stuck in her throat and she couldn't say a word.
Her heart seemed to be blocked by something at the moment, and she was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe. Ding Baoyi's words "Jiang Ting is Jiang Beiyuan, and his ex-girlfriend is you" echoed in her mind, like Tang Monk's curse, going back and forth in circles. Ripple.
The ice-cold liquid slowly slid down her cheek again, like two thin lines, meandering and extending.
Yan Nian touched his face, his tears were like bursting from a dam, and he couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard he wiped them away.
"What's wrong with me? I don't want to cry at all, why do I still shed tears? What's wrong? Are I sick..."
"Instinct."
Ding Baoyi handed over some toilet paper and asked her to wipe her tears.
"Although I am not your client, I can still vaguely remember that every time you mentioned Jiang Ting, you looked happy and excited. You should care about him very much, otherwise you wouldn't feel so uncomfortable now."
"So? What on earth do I do?"
Thousands of thoughts came to her mind, and she was as helpless as a child, trying hard to recall Jiang Ting's face.
But the memory is fuzzy.
(End of chapter)