"Last month," Wei Qing said, "and then shot two more advertisements."

I turned out to be back last month, but I only contacted him now.

I laughed at myself, and coffee became extremely bitter in my mouth.

When Wei Qing was working, she didn't like to contact her, and she would disturb her, so between them, Wei Qing always contacted him whenever she remembered him.

Have a meal together, say a few words, and repeat it.

"I asked Lisa to prepare the dishes you like, and eat more later." Wei Qing said, trying to act like a mother and show concern and consideration for her son.

Shan Feiye nodded and smiled, "Okay, thank you mom."

For a moment, the two of them were speechless and silent continued.

Want to find some topics to alleviate this embarrassment, Shan Feiye said: "Have you been filming abroad smoothly?"

"Feye, mom has something to tell you."

Unexpectedly, at this time, the two of them spoke tacitly at the same time.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

Ask each other at the same time.

Shan Feiye smiled and said, "You said."

He looks a lot like that person.

Every time Wei Qing saw him, she would have an illusion.

And his personality is becoming more and more similar. Obviously, when he was a child, he was a little autistic, and was so timid and didn't like to talk.

Blood ties and inheritance are really amazing things.

"Okay, I'll say it first." Holding up the coffee cup, Wei Qing looked at Shan Feiye, "I should have told you earlier, but I think it shouldn't be too late to say it now."

...

After coming out of Wei Qing's villa, Shan Feiye covered his mouth and ran to the side to vomit.

He vomited until his face was so pale that he laughed loudly, turned around and kicked the red Ferrari.

He kicked the car door.

Useless stuff!

He secretly scolded himself in his heart, but he got into the car and left in the dust.

...

call.

He let out a gentle breath, but fortunately he was not there.

Zhou Miaoyu entered the door and pressed the wall light.

Sitting on the sofa, she looked somewhere, stunned and lost her mind.

In fact, it is loss.

Didn't see him.

Tell yourself that you just came up to find a piece of clothing, a piece of clothing you like very much.

I don’t know how long I have been sitting, but the clock points to 10 o’clock.

He hasn't come back yet.

I think President Dan’s nightlife must be rich and colorful.

Ridiculous, she is just a ridiculous woman.

Standing up, Zhou Miaoyu was about to leave.

As soon as I walked to the entrance, I heard the sound of the password lock.

The door opened with two beeps.

People inside and outside the door have their eyes facing each other.

"You..." Shan Feiye spoke.

"I'll come up to find clothes." Zhou Miaoyu rushed to say, but after that, she frowned.

Damn it!

Her hands were empty, and there was no damn clothes!

This lie is really not high-level enough!

"Oh." Shan Feiye didn't care, and came in with the door frame.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Seeing that he was pale, Zhou Miaoyu couldn't help asking, "Don't feel well?"

Her concern made Shan Feiye soft and showed a grievance. He stood by the door and looked at her, "Xiao Guai, I feel uncomfortable, especially uncomfortable."

Holding him into the room and sitting on the bed, she went out and poured him a cup of hot water.

He didn't drink, but why did his face look so ugly?

After drinking hot water, his stomach felt a little more comfortable. He held her hand and looked at her with moist eyes.

Zhou Miaoyu really wanted to slap him in the face.

Why did she show such an expression? Isn’t it?

"You have a nap, I'll leave." She said in a low voice with her hand back.

Shan Feiye stood up and hugged her, "Don't leave, Xiao Guai, can you stay with me for a while?"

The smell of the nose hitting him, the scent of jasmine flowers was exactly the same as hers.

It’s ridiculous that a big man has the fragrance of jasmine flowers, but what can I do?

She could not cruelly resist such Dan Feiye.

He leaned side by side with him on the head of the bed, covered with the same quilt, and Zhou Miaoyu's fingers were held in his palm.

Turning to look at him, she finally asked, "Can you tell me? What's wrong?"

Shan Feiye paused the movement of kneading her fingers, smiled bitterly, looked at her, and said softly: "Xiao Guai, my mom, my mom is getting married..."

His mother is getting married?

His mother...

It originated from the entanglement of the previous generation, and she may have heard Grandpa Okura say something.

His mother, Wei Qing, once loved her father Zhou Yanchen when she was young.

It's still a more profound and crazy love.

It is unimaginable that the woman who is arrogant, noble, dignified and gentle now has unruly years.

Moreover, the relationship between Shan Feiye and his mother is very subtle.

First of all, she only knew that his father was Shan Hao and the Shan family.

Apart from that, she never heard any words about his father, and even her own father didn't mention them, even if she knew that they were the best brothers.

It seems that that is a taboo.

Secondly, he seemed to have a bad relationship with his mother.

Usually, she rarely heard him talk about his mother, and she only met Wei Qing once.

Perhaps, his father has never loved his mother, and so is his mother.

Without the crystallization of love, what does he exist in his parents' hearts?

"Why is it so sudden?" He held his hand with his backhand, and Zhou Miaoyu bit his lower lip. At this time, he didn't know what to say and how to comfort him.

Logically speaking, he is an adult, and there is nothing wrong with his mother getting married and looking for his own happiness.

However, he had a special relationship with his mother, and it was not right to say that it was attachment. It was a kind of relationship that she could not understand.

"Who is the other party?"

Zhou Miaoyu guessed, was it because the other party was not a good person that made him worried?

Shan Feiye closed his eyes, held her hand and kissed her lips, "Kang Xiu Bank, do you know?"

Kangxiu Bank?!

Zhou Miaoyu's eyes widened in an instant.

No way?

It won't be that coincidence, right?
To be continued...