Chapter 1373
Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let's Get Married
Translator: 549690339
âThen itâs a deal. See you tomorrow.â
Ji Mianmian nodded and closed the door without a word.
Leng ran heaved a sigh of relief. Since he had agreed to practice his lines tomorrow, it should be fine, right?
Leng ran went back and sent Yan qingsi another voice message on WeChat, telling her about the situation.
Yan qingsi came back to thank him. If he had the time, he would like her to look after him.
Leng ran agreed.
He thought that since they were neighbors, it was only natural for him to help her. He recalled the moment he opened the door and saw the tears on Ji Mianmianâs face and her red and swollen eyes. He let out a sigh. The little girl who smiled like the rising sun every day and looked like a sunflower would probably never come back.
The word âloveâ hurt!
......
Yue tingfeng saw Yan qingsi put down her phone and asked,ââHow is it?â
âItâs alright. Leng ran said that he specially invited Mianmian to help him practice his lines tomorrow, and she agreed. I think ... It shouldnât be a big problem.â
âI told you, weâve underestimated her. Sheâs a strong girl.â
Yue tingfeng was not too worried that Ji Mianmian would hurt herself first. The simpler a person was, the more transparent they would be. They would not be stubborn and stubborn. Just as she said, ye shaoguang had left his life to her, not to let her ruin herself.
Yan qingsi let out a long breath and turned around to lean on Yue tingfengâs shoulder.ââHoney ... Iâve been thinking about something.â
Yue tingfeng noticed that Yan qingsiâs nails were a little long. He got out of bed and went to her dressing table to get a pair of nail clippers.
This dressing table was originally his personal computer and a table that he used to work on occasionally. Now, it was occupied by Yan qingsiâs cosmetics. Bottles and bottles were placed on the table, completely turning it into her dressing table. On the table was a photo of the two of them, which was even made by Yue tingfengâs order to wash.
Unknowingly, their lives had slowly melded together.
The table was a little messy, but Yue tingfeng felt warm inside. Wasnât it like this at home?
If it was too clean and tidy, it would be a hotel. Only then would it have the atmosphere of life.
He turned around and saw that their slippers were placed together, one big and one small, not very neat. His heart softened. He lay back on the bed and leaned against the headboard. He wrapped Yan qingsi in his arms and held her hand.âWhatâs the matter?â
Yan qingsi rested her chin on Yue tingfengâs chest.ââYe shaoguangâs body canât be found. What should we do?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yue tingfeng carefully cut off Yan qingsiâs long nails.âYouâre talking about a burial and a monument.â
Yan qingsi nodded.âThatâs right. Even though we canât find him, then...Should we build a Cenotaph?â
No matter what, he was gone. He couldnât be like a drop of water that had evaporated.
Gravestones and graves were actually used to prove that this person had come to this world before.
âThat depends on Mianmian,â Yue tingfeng said.âI donât think ye shaoguang wants to inform anyone about the ye family. Besides, the ye family has long since scattered and no one is left. So, itâs up to Mianmian now. If she wants to, we donât have to mention it. Sheâll say it herself. If she doesnât say it, that means ... Sheâs not willing.â
Agreeing to erect a Cenotaph meant that he had admitted that the person he liked was dead. And admitting to this meant that he had taken a knife and stabbed himself. That kind of pain was probably not something that others could understand.
If Ji Mianmian never mentioned it, it meant that she did not want to admit that she was dead. She hoped that he would always be there, even if ... He could not see her!