Chapter 72

    In fact, Chen Yingli has not thought so far, but she is not very repulsive about marrying Ji Yue.

    After a failed marriage, it would be a lie to say that she has no shadow in her heart.

    Isn't the love that once swore to each other vulnerable to reality?

    Chen Yingli was silent and didn't speak, Ji Yue stared at her face, she liked to avoid when she was nervous, her eyes rolled around, her fingers fidgeted with the ornaments on her mobile phone, and she used some small movements to cover up her uneasiness.

    Ji Yue didn't give her a chance to evade, he pinched her fingers, his soft and white thumb seemed to have soft bones, he lowered his eyes slightly, "You don't want to marry me?" He straightened the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyebrows and looked depressed "Or do you just want to play with me?"     Chen Yingli's fingers were held tightly by him, and the protruding joints were pinched by his thumb, causing slight pain. The man's burning and sharp eyes fell vertically on her face , Staring at her uneasy, she whispered two words: "No."     Ji Yue said he didn't hear clearly.     Chen Yingli's throat was a little dry, she raised her eyelids, her moist eyes looked at him quietly, her red lips parted slightly, "I am very serious about my relationship, I will not play with other people's feelings."     Ji Yue's voice was low Dumb, "Yeah."     Still pinching her fingers, reluctant to let go, after a while, he came to a conclusion: "That means he doesn't want to marry me."     Chen Yingli didn't know where he came from such an arbitrary conclusion, getting along with her After so long, Chen Yingli also knew that Ji Yue was a little nervous about certain things, "Don't you think it's a little early for us to mention marriage?"     Ji Yue said, "Not too early."     Chen Yingli bent her eyes and smiled, With bright eyes and bright teeth, and a bright smile, "I can't see that Mr. Ji is so yearning for the grave of love."     Everyone said that marriage is the grave of love, and she felt that this sentence was true in some respects.     Some things are different after marriage than when they are in love.

    Ji Yue can indeed say everything to her now, but he may change after getting married. His temper is not so good, and he is not so patient with her. The roles of lover and husband are different.

    "Who said it must be the tomb of love?" Ji Yue said word for word: "No."

    Chen Yingli blurted out: "You haven't entered it before, you don't know."

    As soon as the words fell to the ground, she knew she had said something wrong.

    The face of the man in front of him didn't change much, he raised his eyebrows, "Please give me this chance."

    Chen Yingli didn't answer directly, her head was resting on his shoulder, her legs were lazily curled up on the sofa, "But why do you talk about marriage?"

    Ji Yue put another arm around her waist, "Auntie is not very satisfied with my family."

    "Ah?"

    "My parents' style these years is really a bit ridiculous Auntie is also afraid that I will be affected."

    Chen Yingli didn't take the initiative to open his mouth to ask things that he didn't take the initiative to say, and he really didn't know what happened to his parents.

    Ji Yue explained to her puzzled eyes: "My father and mother each have lovers, and there have been more than one in these years."

    Chen Yingli was surprised.

    The expression on Ji Yue's face when he talked about these things seemed to have nothing to do with him. The indifferent family relationship is almost non-existent, but the family relationship in a wealthy family is not very important. If it wasn't for the project of maintaining face, his parents would have torn their faces. , he said: "There is no family relationship in our family."

    "It turns out to be like this."

    "Well, do you mind?"

    "What do I mind?" Chen Yingli laughed, "It's not your fault, and it's your lord's fault." Just let the grown-ups handle the matter."

    "Well, I think so too."

    So no matter how many mistresses his father had and how many lovers her mother had over the years, he never interfered.

    Ji Yue can also see that his parents have a laissez-faire attitude towards his only child.

    No harsh treatment and not much love.

    However, he didn't make an illegitimate child outside, lest he still need to solve these troubles.

    …

    Jiang Ding finished chatting with his mother in the room, ruining most of his mood.

    Except for his death, it is impossible for him to be Chen Yingli's natal family and send her to marry with his own eyes.

    Even if he died, it was impossible.

    He's not that generous.

    Besides, his mother's thinking is really far away, and getting married is not a child's play, it is not as light as it is said.

    When Jiang Ding went downstairs, Chen Yingli had already fallen asleep leaning on Ji Yue's lap.

    At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was warm. The sunlight penetrated through the glass windows of the living room and shone into the room, making the whole room feel warm.

    Neither Jiang Ding nor Ji Yue took the initiative to speak, and the sound in the TV was turned to mute, as if it had become a silent pantomime.

    After a while, Ji Yue asked in a low voice: "Where is her room?"

    Jiang Ding kept changing the channel as if venting hatred, crossed his legs, and assumed the posture of a high-ranking young master, and moved his lips, "I don't know. "

    Ji Yue glanced past Jiang Ding as if unlucky to be owed money, stood up with the person in his arms, and went up to the second floor.

    Chen Yingli's room is not difficult to find, the unlocked one is just that.

    Ji Yue put the sleeping person on the bed, helped her cover the quilt, and then silently looked at the layout of the bedroom, the girlish pink decoration, the open and airy balcony, and the posters of her favorite stars on the wall in front of the desk. The furnishings on the table are neat and regular, and the bookshelves are basically full of youthful books that little girls like to read, childish but full of fantasy romance novels.

    Ji Yue picked up a book and flipped through it, and frowned when he saw the title of the book on the cover.

    Occasionally, you can see her "comments" made with a ballpoint pen in youth novels. It must have been written many years ago.

    Ji Yue put the book back, closed the curtains to block the light from the glass window, and lay down on her side with his clothes on. The small bed couldn't fit his long legs, and it was difficult for him to sleep.

    Chen Yingli didn't take a long nap this afternoon, and woke up at three o'clock.

    If you don't get enough sleep, you're tired, and if you get enough sleep, you're lazy. I just want to lie in a soft and warm little bed and never get up.

    She glanced at the man who was hugging her, and secretly observed his sleeping face. She couldn't get enough of this face, and it became more and more pleasing to the eye. How can there be a man who looks so good to her?

    She reached out to touch the bridge of his nose, and then gently touched his eyes. One second before he was about to wake up, she withdrew her hand guilty of guilt, pretending that she was still asleep.     Ji Yue opened his eyes and closed them slowly, and continued to hug her waist, his lazy voice was a little more sexy than usual, "I'm still a little sleepy, continue to sleep with me for a while."     Chen Yingli was very childish "I haven't woken up yet."     Ji Yue cooperated with her very well: "Well, you are sleepwalking and talking in your sleep."     Chen Yingli lifted the quilt, sat up halfway, and was held down by his palm before she had time to exert herself Waisted.     "I want to get up." Ji     Yue     still closed his eyes: "Fall with me."     Chen Yingli said helplessly: "Then we can only have dinner here tonight." Very childish, she lazily hummed, "I have no objection."     Chen Yingli actually had no objection either, thinking that the two of them seemed to come to Jiang's house to eat and drink today.     So under Ji Yue's instigation, she was about to sleep back into the cage, and she was awakened by the knock on the door as soon as she lay back on the bed. Jiang Ding's voice was still clear through the door, "My mother asked you to drink afternoon tea."     Chen Yingli Just about to open his mouth to speak.

    The man's generous palm suddenly covered her mouth, as if deliberately not allowing her to speak.

    Two minutes later, Jiang Ding's voice outside the door sounded less normal than before, but rather cold, "Chen Yingli."

    "Get up."

    After a few minutes, there may be no response, and Jiang Ding should have left .

    Ji Yue hugged her contentedly, and said childishly, "Don't talk to him from now on."

    Chen Yingli lost sleepiness and got up from the bed.

    It's still early for dinner.

    Xu Hongyuan was temporarily called out by a friend, and asked the three children to solve the dinner by themselves.

    Jiang Ding ordered takeaway, and Ji Yue transferred the money to him.

    Jiang Ding laughed angrily when he received the transfer reminder.

    After dinner, it coincided with the start of the TV series starring Chen Yingli.

    The TV station played a few minutes of commercials, and then showed the feature film.

    Chen Yingli didn't want to stay longer at Jiang's house, so she asked Ji Yue to drive away as soon as it got dark.

    Unfortunately, it rained suddenly at night.

    Thunder and lightning, strong winds.

    It seemed dangerous to drive, she was a little scared, she tugged on Ji Yue's clothes and said forget it.

    Chen Yingli nestled in Ji Yue's arms, and felt miraculous when she saw the first scene of her appearance.

    The big drama started broadcasting, and there were many people staring at it in the dark.

    I look forward to this drama hitting the streets vigorously, the competition in the entertainment industry is fierce, and any newcomers who are ambiguous will be envied.

    People in the gutter wish that everyone capsized and lived in the dark.

    The ratings of the first two episodes did not go down and down as predicted, but there is a rare trend of slowly rising.

    The innocent and gentle girl, dressed in a pink and black dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella with delicate bare hands, walks through the red walls and white tiles, just like a fairy in a painting.