When he saw him, Feng Xiaole immediately looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his cold hair stood on end, his apricot eyes widened, and the anger and hatred in his eyes seemed to hit Yi Lang in reality.
The former Yi Lang would feel extremely painful because of such eyes.
In fact, for a long time, he couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had for Feng Xiaole.
Chen Wenhua said that he loves too much, but does he only love Feng Xiaole? Is that indulgence really out of love? Subconsciously, Yi Lang knew the answer was no, even though he never denied it, he had been letting Chen Wenhua misunderstand like this.
It's too much trouble for him to explain, what's more, there is no way to explain.
And sometimes, Yi Lang is also confused by his own behavior.
Emotions in life are inherently complex interactions, and they may change qualitatively over time. There are too many possibilities.
Yi Lang wasn't sure which one he belonged to to Feng Xiaole, or both.
Until Xue Xue appeared.
The fog dissipated, and the vision in front of him suddenly became brighter and wider.
It was only then that Yi Lang realized that his feelings for Feng Xiaole were more of gratitude, and another point was that people who had been in the cold wind for too long had a bit of warmth, instinctive affection and cherishment.
Because it's so precious, even if Yi Lang has a lot at first glance, a successful career, huge wealth, passionate fans... When the two are placed on the scale, they will still slightly tilt towards the original end.
At first glance, it seems unbelievable, but in fact there are traces to follow.
For those who sit on the golden and silver mountains, the delicacies of the mountains and the sea are no different from the porridge and side dishes. For those who only want to eat and satisfy their stomachs, the aroma of simple white rice will remain in their minds for a long time. scattered.
Feng Xiaole and Yu Yilang are the latter.
She is not so good to Yi Lang. If Yi Lang thinks back carefully, he will find that Feng Xiaole's "goodness" to him is more like a kind of charity.
Just like she used He Youfei to attack Yi Lang later, she never tried to stop He Youxiuming's secret actions against Yi Lang, but only made some verbal concerns afterwards.
But just because no one has ever cared about Yi Lang, Feng Xiaole's "goodness" was magnified countless times by Yi Lang himself, and then he kept it firmly in his heart.
It was like the amulet that he had begged for him.
Thinking of this, Yi Lang suddenly smiled.
The faint sound was particularly abrupt in the quiet and tense atmosphere.
Seeing Yi Lang's casual and frivolous appearance, Feng Xiaole's heart suddenly ignited a raging fire.
Ordinary people may endure a little bit and wait and see the change, but Feng Xiaole has been accustomed to He Youfei these years, and when he says he has an attack, he will attack.
"What are you laughing at?" The first sentence came out, and it became even more difficult to hold back. "What's so funny? Huh? Why are you still smiling!"
Hearing this, Yi Lang didn't answer. He just looked at Feng Xiaole, who was filled with righteous indignation. His dark blue eyes were so heavy that he couldn't tell his emotions.
Inexplicably, Feng Xiaole was startled.
A woman's intuition is often sharp.
And Feng Xiaole's intuition told her that Yi Lang had changed.
Where has it changed
Feng Xiaole looked at Yi Lang nervously, from his body to his face, as if he was going to stare through the tall man in front of him.
Maybe even she didn't realize that her eyes were showing too complicated emotions that were close to greed.
When He Youfei noticed Feng Xiaole's eyes, his face was very ugly.
It turned out to be nothing more than that.
Xu Shi's mentality changed, and he saw the expressions of the two of them. Looking at them, Yi Lang felt like he was watching the clown jumping on the beam.
And the ten years he had been holding back for the past ten years now seems very absurd.
Fortunately, all will pass today.
Thinking of this, Yi Lang's lip line curved out.
It was like hooking a hook, completely breaking Feng Xiaole's sanity.
"You—"
This time, Yi Lang didn't give her a chance to finish her sentence.
"Two things."
"First, stop all smears and rumors, otherwise, I will transfer all the evidence I have and entrust a lawyer to file a lawsuit."
As soon as Yi Lang said these words, Feng Xiaole widened his eyes in disbelief.
Yi Lang turned a blind eye.
"Second, I want an apology from He Youfei."
He turned his attention to the man who had been silent for a while.
Hearing this, Feng Xiaole was completely blown up.
She probably couldn't tell whether she was angry because Yi Lang asked He Youfei to apologize, or whether it was unbearable that Yi Lang completely ignored her.
"Yi Lang! I'm talking to you!" Feng Xiaole was probably afraid that Yi Lang would interrupt himself again, but this time he jumped out one word after another, leaving no room for anyone to interrupt. "Why do you have to apologize to Brother Fei? Aren't those things true? You are very happy to see Axiu's death now, right? Do you think no one will know what you did after shutting our mouths? You dream, I—"
Feng Xiaole's mouth was still open, but he couldn't make a sound.
It wasn't that she suddenly found out in her conscience that she understood that her accusations were unreasonable, but that Yi Lang's expression was too scary.
It was like a wild beast staring at the enemy who stepped into his territory, full of vigilance and unabashed rejection. It seemed that as long as Feng Xiaole said one more word, Yi Lang would pounce on her without hesitation and tear her mouth apart.
If you don't want to talk well, then don't talk at all.