Jiang Yixue sent Liu Feifei home first, and then parked the car in front of her villa.
Ye Feng's hands gently wrapped around Jiang Yixue's waist, feeling that Jiang Yixue's waist was as soft as cotton, and his lips pressed over.
"My beautiful CEO, now you have to get the upper hand, let's get out of the car."
The two hugged each other tightly and kissed each other, like two volcanoes that had been suppressed for a long time, and all the passion was released in this kiss.
But Jiang Yixue didn't unbuckle her seat belt. She said with a little resentment, "Get off. I won't go in."
Ye Feng asked in confusion: "Aren't you going to live with me? Isn't it a waste for me to live alone in such a big villa? If you live here, where will you live?"
Seeing that Ye Feng was a little anxious, Jiang Yixue smiled faintly and said, "I won't live here. I'll go live with Xiao Luo."
"Ronaldinho is going to be with Fatty, and you'll be like a 500-watt light bulb if you go there."
Jiang Yixue gently pulled Ye Feng's hand and patiently explained: "You men only know how to think about problems from below. Xiao Luo and I have to work overtime to discuss the details of the exhibition. I don't have time to accompany you, and Xiao Luo doesn't have time to accompany Fatty Jiang. Since we have started a new project, we must do our best to do it well. I will work overtime with Xiao Luo these few nights until the end of the exhibition."
Ye Feng was helpless. Jiang Yixiu was a girl who would do her best to do whatever she wanted to do and had extraordinary perseverance, otherwise she would not have been able to manage Tianyuan Group so well.
If she wants to work overtime, she will do it even if it means getting stabbed.
Through the car window, Ye Feng advised: "Don't work overtime for too long. Staying up late is bad for your health, and even worse for girls' skin. It will increase dark circles and wrinkles."
Jiang Yixue shrugged and kissed Ye Feng goodbye, a sly smile flashed in her eyes: "I can't accompany you tonight, your old lover is next door, you can find her to accompany you, goodbye."
Ye Feng was shocked. He really wanted to find Liu Feifei to talk and spend the long dark night together, but Jiang Yixue's direct words made him give up the idea of looking for Liu Feifei.
Jiang Yixiu stayed up late to work overtime, but I was partying with other girls every night. Isn't that a real jerk
Jiang Yixue drove slowly away from the villa, and Ye Feng also returned to his own villa.
Ye Feng hung the ink-splashed painting he got from Ouyang Changfeng's house on the wall and admired the slightly sad mood in the painting again. The black and white distant mountains were endless, Gui Wuya's long hair fluttered in the wind, and his expression was full of anticipation.
If it weren't for the telekinesis that triggered the ban and merged with Gui Wuya's memory, Ye Feng would never have thought that the old man standing at the bow of the ship was Gui Wuya.
He would never have thought that he was not admiring the scenery along the distant mountains, but was going to the bamboo forest to meet his beloved lover.
This scene of joy mixed with a hint of sadness is not simply a landscape painting in ink.
Staring at the scroll, Ye Feng's mental power surged out gently.
Once again, I was on a small boat and met Gui Wuya.
Gui Wuya's remaining soul saw Ye Feng, recognized him, and said with a smile: "Little brother, we meet again."
Ye Feng smiled and said, "Hello, senior, where are you going?"
"Haha, I'm going to return an umbrella."
Ye Feng knew that Gui Wuya would soon go ashore and go to the green bamboo forest to see Juan'er, whom he had been dreaming about.
Ye Feng's sight fell on the fiery red oil-paper umbrella again, and he felt that the ribs of the umbrella were hard and protruding like sharp swords.
"Who is the owner of this umbrella, Senior?"
"Come with me, I'll take you to see her."
In the blink of an eye, the boat was moored on the shore of the bamboo forest. The breeze blew past, and the bamboo leaves swayed gently, making rustling sounds.
A familiar and melodious flute sound rang out from the depths of the bamboo forest, with a distinct rhythm and pleasant to the ear.
Strangely enough, as soon as they reached the shore, a drizzle began to fall from the sky. Gui Wuya opened the fiery red oil-paper umbrella and hurriedly walked into the depths of the bamboo forest.
Ye Feng followed behind and soon saw the square pavilion with green tiles and red pillars, which was antique in style.
In the square pavilion, stood a middle-aged woman with a slim dress, delicate silk clothes and a pretty face.
Her small and fiery red lips, with their orchid-like breath, played a melodious flute sound.
Gui Wuya looked at him excitedly, his eyes full of tenderness.
Ye Feng saw this scene at Ouyang Changfeng's house in the morning, but he felt that this was not the end of Gui Wuya's memory, and there should be other scenes behind it.
He accompanied Gui Wuya in listening to the melodious flute sound, and soon he discovered that the flute sound was cyclical. The scene before him was like a fragment stuck in a vicious loop, repeating endlessly.
Ye Feng suddenly had a bold idea. This remnant soul was performing Gui Wuya's memories, but it was also an independent individual. When he met him this morning, he was very surprised, but when they met again in the evening, he recognized him.
Perhaps this memory can also be changed.
Ye Feng suddenly clapped his hands and smiled, "It sounds great. You play the flute really well. Senior, your flute playing is so good. May I ask, what is the name of this piece of music?"
Sure enough, Ye Feng interrupted Ajuan's flute playing, and the scene changed. However, this change made Ye Feng feel depressed.
Ajuan stopped playing the flute and looked at Ye Feng coldly together with Gui Wuya. Their expressions were as if they were looking at an intruder. Their eyes became indifferent and full of hostility.
Ye Feng smiled and said: "Senior, why don't you say anything, this..."
Whoosh, Ajuan suddenly became like a flash of lightning, raised the jade flute in her hand, and pointed it hard at Ye Feng's chest.
This force was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, coming too suddenly, and it was as powerful as a raging storm, causing the surrounding bamboo forest to sway in a frenzy, with bamboo leaves flying everywhere.
Why do they start fighting over a disagreement? They are too belligerent.
If Ye Feng withdraws his mind from the scroll at this moment, he will return to reality, but Ye Feng remembered the battle with Master Mingyue in the sea of consciousness. Although it was not a real fight, it would still affect his state of mind.
Ye Feng was confident that he could easily defeat A Juan's sudden attack.
He bent his fingers slightly, as if picking up a flower, and flicked it lightly.
A finger can penetrate a rock, and its force is unstoppable.
The divine power surging throughout his body instantly gathered at his fingertips and shot out violently like a roaring tiger, colliding with the rushing electric snake.
The jade flute shadow of Ajuan was instantly shattered into pieces and disappeared without a trace.
Ah Juan flew back into the pavilion, her face pale and shocked. The opponent was so young, yet he could defeat her with just one finger. Doesn't this require the cultivation level of the late innate realm or above
Seeing that Ajuan had suffered a loss, Gui Wuya became furious and sneered: "Little brother, I brought you here with good intentions to listen to Ajuan playing the flute, but you wanted to make trouble."
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