A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess

Jiang Yuhe didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.

Want to laugh, God seems to be fooling him, the person who has been looking for so long has been around.

I finally understood the reason for that inexplicable sense of fate.

He thought the night he hit Wen Yu was the beginning of the story.

But I don't know how time goes back two days. At that concert, the note she handed to herself was the first moment when their destinies were connected.

Intermittently, the details that were overlooked in the past also slowly flowed out of the memory.

For example, when they first went to listen to Liu's Aiyun Orchestra, Wen Yu accidentally blurted out the phrase-"I have also heard their performance."

It's a pity that I thought it was her daily love life with Shen Mingjia.

For another example, when they were in love that night, Wen Yu asked him if he still remembered the scene when they first met each other.

At that time she said-"Do you remember, someone gave you..."

But the latter words were blocked by myself.

He didn't like talking when he was doing it, but he didn't expect to miss another chance to get closer to the truth.

Life is like a play, Jiang Yuhe thought he could control everything, but he did not expect that he was also under the control of heaven.

After going around for so long, what he thought and thought was always Wen Yu.

A note, a car accident, a destined encounter, God wrote the ending from the beginning.

Jiang Yuhe repeatedly watched the scene of Wen Yu coming and stuffing the note in his pocket in the video.

It's no wonder that he moved his heart only with a smell and a back view.

It is difficult for him to catch the signal sensitively because it is difficult for a person like him to be emotionally ups and downs, because Wen Yu that night was already breathtakingly beautiful.

She wore black, the color that would attract him the most.

At that time, the Wen family hadn't gone bankrupt, and she couldn't hide her confident bright light.

Who would have thought that when they met again in two days, her world would be turned upside down like that.

Jiang Yuhe sat in the chair for a while, remembering something, and found a black leather notebook from the second drawer of the study.

This notebook was used earlier by him to record some important festivals.

On the interlayer of the title page, Jiang Yuhe took out a note from inside.

He leaned back and looked at it for a long while, the corners of his lips slowly arched.

In the past, when I read the above words, I always guessed what kind of woman wrote such interesting words.

But now that I look at it again, knowing who wrote it, I feel that everything fits perfectly.

Wen Yu is indeed someone who can talk like that.

The twelfth aunt hurriedly came up at this moment: "Master, why are you here again? The old lady is still waiting for you to say something."

Jiang Yuhe raised his eyes: "I see."

He put away everything, just about to get up, suddenly called the twelfth aunt: "Give me the perfume that Yuyu gave you."

Twelfth aunt:?

This is the first time that I have used such a precious perfume when I am old. The twelfth aunt is a little bit reluctant, but she muttered and dare not say, "...I asked you before, but now I am inexplicably asking for it."

Jiang Yuhe: "I'll buy you ten bottles of other different flavors."

"..."

Good guys.

The twelfth aunt was stunned, and immediately changed her words: "No problem, Master, I will go down and bring it to you now."

The two went back downstairs together. The birthday banquet was still lively, and it was a few minutes ago that they felt dull, but standing here again, Jiang Yuhe's mood was different.

He said a few words in place of Fu Wenqing, decent and thoughtful. Some elders who have been in personal relationships for many years asked:

"How is Yu He's lifelong affairs? I haven't seen you take a girl to show my uncles for so many years."

Fu Wenqing also laughed helplessly, "More than you, my grandma doesn't know if I can see him get married and start a family in the rest of my life."

In the midst of noisy laughter, Jiang Yuhe suddenly spoke lightly: "I have a girlfriend."

Fu Wenqing: "Huh?"

The old lady didn't react at once, thinking it was her grandson's surprise, she looked around, "Where is it? Has it come?"

Jiang Yuhe: "She just talked to you just now."

Fu Wenqing: "...??"

Fu Wenqing’s birthday is the fourth day Wen Yu left.

According to her initial plan, it was as fast as one week and as slow as ten days, which means that she would be back in three days at the earliest.

But in three days, Jiang Yuhe seemed to be unable to wait.

He eagerly wanted to see her, as if he had never taken a close look at what she looked like in the past six months of being together with each other.

Otherwise, why didn't I find all this until today, and then I realized that she was the person I wanted to find.

Not only three days, even three hours, it also made Jiang Yuhe unable to stop the urge to see her right away.

He booked the fastest flight to New York.

Jiang Yuhe didn't tell Wen Yu that he was going to find her. He only knew that she was in New York, but she didn't know where she was.

Fortunately, his parents also settled in New York. Wen Qingyou once again gave Jiang Yuhe a business card. By relying on the work address on that card, Jiang Yuhe asked his parents to spend a little contact with the Chinese community and found Wen Qingyou’s address in New York. .

This meaningful meeting is imperative.

In order to prevent Wen Yu from revealing her itinerary during this time period, Jiang Yuhe called her in advance.

"I'm going on a business trip today."

Wen Yu: "Where are you going?"

"Venice, join the film festival."

"Oh, I know." Wen Yu didn't take it seriously, focusing on—"Did you miss me these days?"

Jiang Yuhe was walking into the VIP room of the airport and said lightly: "Yeah."

"What do you mean."

"miss you."

"How much do you think?"

Jiang Yuhe sat down on the sofa, knowing that Wen Yu was so reluctant that he wanted to hear something "cheesy".

So he paused, and said without changing his face:

"Now I have a reaction when I hear your voice."

Wen Yu: "..."

How lucky Wen Yu is, at this moment they are on the phone, not in the video.

And Song Zhixin next to him was also shopping seriously, not paying attention to her instantly blushing face.

She slowed down and walked behind, lowered her voice and said to Jiang Yuhe: "You are talking more and more wild."

Jiang Yuhe: "Don't you like to listen to these."

"..."

"dislike?"

This low and dull rhetorical question had a frivolous ending, like the sound that fell in his ears that night when he was emotional.

Wen Yu got the feeling of Jiang Yuhe's words in an instant.

Just hearing his voice, a rush of heat swept through her whole body, and her heartbeat also accelerated.

Wen Yu was blushing and heartbeat. He dared not say any more, and hurriedly hung up the phone: "Don't say it, my mother called me."

Just then, the ground personnel came to inform Jiang Yuhe to board the plane, and the conversation between the two ended harmoniously.

In the mall, Song Zhixin turned to look at Wen Yu, and smiled: "Is it a boyfriend?"

Wen Yu didn't know if his face was still red, nodded, and walked over and held his mother's hand calmly, "Have you chosen your favorite pajamas."

It's summer in New York, and Song Zhixin's nightdress is very old. Wen Qingyou is his son. In these respects, he is not as caring as his daughter. So after dinner today, Wen Yu took Song Zhixin out to go shopping, wanting to buy her beautiful pajamas.

But the one in front of him made Song Zhixin shook his head straight: "The style is too trendy, it doesn't suit me."

Wen Yu's shop is indeed a very fashionable brand. Large-scale catwalks are held every year, and it has always been the first **** name in the underwear industry.

"What's not suitable, people in their 70s and 80s still wear split cheongsam." Wen Yu took Fu Wenqing as an example, and said that he picked a silk two-piece nightdress and handed it to Song Zhixin: "Just this set. Well, purple, gentle, not revealing, it suits you."

After several evasions, Song Zhixin was finally pushed to the fitting room by Wen Yu helplessly.

While waiting, Wen Yu walked around the store casually, and stopped suddenly.

His eyes fell on the shelf in front of him.

Various stockings are displayed on a row of plastic leg molds.

Black, white, grid, and fun.

Wen Yu was dazzled to see.

I don't know why I was fascinated by it, and Wen Yu suddenly bent down to take a closer look, and found that one of them was almost transparent in white and very interesting.

There are small printed letters on the whole stockings, and the letters can be selected, from A to Z, all are complete.

Wen Yu gently touched the texture of the white silk with his hand. It was soft and delicate, slippery, and had an innocent desire for young teeth.

She looked back at Song Zhixin's direction secretly like a thief.

Mom hasn't come out yet.

Wen Yu immediately said to SA not far away-"Thank you, give me a Y letter."

Just after buying the order here, Song Zhixin came out, "The size is right."

"Then want this set." Wen Yu said to the SA just now without changing his face, "Wrap it up, thank you."

No one noticed Wen Yu's heartbeat.

Even she herself was thinking—Wen Yu, you have changed.

I used to buy gifts for my boyfriend and chose tall cufflinks and belts.

Now I buy gifts for my boyfriend, and my mind is full of shameless colors.

Carefully hid the stockings, Wen Yu casually put Song Zhixin's arm around and asked, "Mom, are you going to the party tomorrow?"

Song Zhixin: "What am I going to do? Your brother's friend celebrates his return. I am a middle-aged person and you can't have fun with it."

Wen Qingyou has been away for four or five months, and when he came back this time, his enthusiastic friends held a comeback party specially for him.

Song Zhixin looked at Wen Yu: "You go and play along."

In fact, Wen Yu doesn't matter if she goes to the party or not, but these days she can see that Wen Yi'an seems to have something to say to Song Zhixin, but she hasn't been able to find a chance to be alone, so she secretly tried to make him perfect.

"That's all right." Wen Yu pursed his lips, "I'll go with my brother."

Because of the hasty ticket purchase and only connecting flights, Jiang Yuhe took seven hours longer than usual to arrive in New York.

When I landed, it was six o'clock in the evening in New York.

Jiang Yuhe didn't plan to find an excuse to live in Wen Yu's house because of his sudden arrival. He first went back to his parents' home in Upper Manhattan. There was no one at home. After calling, he knew that the couple had not come back during their summer vacation.

After putting his luggage, Jiang Yuhe drove his father's car from the garage and looked for Wen Qingyou's address.

At the beginning of the lights, the night in New York was full of charm, passing through row upon row of skyscrapers, Jiang Yuhe imagined that he would see Wen Yu later.

It is hard to believe that such a person who has always been indifferent to feelings, now he will also be for a woman, far away and uncontrollable.

In fact, such a result should be expected from the beginning when he continued to modify the bottom line principle for her.

The traffic flow has changed from dense to scattered, and the roads have also drove into the empty and quiet suburbs. When a large area of ​​trees and grass appeared in the field of vision, Jiang Yuhe knew that he was getting closer and closer to Wen Yu.

The road between them took too long, so right now, he didn't want to waste a second.

Just want to see her, see her right away.

Finally, following the map, Jiang Yuhe's car stopped at the door of the villa around 7:30.

The lights were on inside. He stopped the car and took a look. He didn't want to disturb him rashly, so he called Wen Yu before entering the door.

But no one answered after a long time.

In desperation, Jiang Yuhe could only get out of the car and knock on the door.

After three beeps, the one who came to open the door was a middle-aged woman with a look somewhat similar to Wen Yu. She looked at Jiang Yuhe, but did not recognize it immediately at first, and asked him who she was looking for in fluent English.

Jiang Yuhe recognized that this should be Wen Yu's mother at a glance, nodded and said: "Hello auntie, I'm looking for Wen Yu."

At this mention, Song Zhixin paused, and immediately recognized the young man standing in front of him, as if he was the boyfriend in the daughter's video that day.

She was a little surprised and couldn't believe that this man had chased New York, "Are you Mr. Jiang?"

Before Jiang Yuhe could respond, Wen Yian walked out of it, and when he saw Jiang Yuhe, he opened his mouth in shock, "Why are you here too?"

This is confirmation.

Song Zhixin immediately greeted the people inside, "Quickly come in and sit, Yuyu is not at home, and went out with her brother."

Jiang Yuhe had already walked a few steps into the room, but he stopped after hearing these words: "Go out?"

"Yes, his brother's colleagues and friends held a return party for him, and Yuyu followed along to play. You sit down and I will call her."

"No need." Jiang Yuhe paused, "Will it be convenient to tell me where they are meeting."

Song Zhixin certainly understands that his daughter's boyfriend is chasing him all the way, and of course he needs a surprise.

She knew the minds of young people well, so she told Jiang Yuhe about Wen Qingyou's party location. It was actually not far away. It was only five kilometers away, and it took more than ten minutes to drive there.

Jiang Yuhe politely said goodbye and got on the car again.

Whether it was the hot weather or other reasons, he unconsciously unconsciously unbuttoned the first button of his shirt at the moment he manipulated the steering wheel to start the car.

After about seven or eight minutes, the car drove to its destination.

This is a relatively simple small bar with a wooden structure, a small place, and a strong American rural atmosphere. It is not as drunk as a nightclub.

Jiang Yuhe opened the door, and there was lively jazz music in the bar. The guests were sitting freely and drinking and chatting in a relaxed atmosphere.

He swept around quickly, but didn't see Wen Yu, or even Wen Qingyou.

So I walked inside again, and only a few meters out, I saw a spacious area deep in the bar that can accommodate ten people, and there are some entertainment projects around.

And Wen Yu is now standing in the entertainment area playing darts.

She doesn't seem to know well, the handsome white guy standing next to her is talking to her very hard.

Looking at this picture, Jiang Yuhe suddenly remembered what Wen Yu said to himself the night before he left—

"I will play with other foreign brothers in the bar, don't you really mind?"

Jiang Yuhe sneered in his heart—

Did she plan it a long time ago? She really did what she said.

After standing in the dark and watching Wen Yu for a few minutes, Jiang Yuhe finally walked up.

Wen Qingyou's return party was actually a simple gathering between friends, arranged by his best friend Aaron, and a total of seven or eight people came.

They are all men.

The appearance of Wen Yu surprised them and surprised them, and the whole party changed from welcoming Wen Qingyou back to a curious inquiry about Wen Yu.

Among them, Aaron, Wen Qingyou’s best friend, is the most active. He is extremely excited—

"I didn't expect you to have such a beautiful sister."

"She really looks like my goddess."

"She laughs so charmingly."

"Oh, she seems to be in trouble. This is my strength, isn't it?"

Seeing that Wen Yu can't play darts, Aaron volunteered to teach her, but Wen Qingyou reminded him at this moment:

"Hey."

"?"

"She has a boyfriend."

"..."

Aaron paused for a second, then shrugged, "I just want to teach her to play darts."

Wen Qingyou didn't speak any more, put down the wine glass and walked aside, "I'll go to the bathroom."

After he left, Aaron drank a glass of wine in frustration, then walked towards Wen Yu, greeted her, and taught her how to hold the dart and how to accurately hit the bullseye.

"Yu, look at me," Although knowing that this lovely woman already has a boyfriend, Aaron still wants to show her charm in front of her.

He took the dart and threw it at the target in front of it.

Although he didn't hit the center of the red heart, he was only a few millimeters away from the red heart.

Wen Yu praised the venue and said two compliments, but unexpectedly made Aaron more enthusiastic. He picked up a dart and handed it to Wen Yu, "Do you want to try again?"

Wen Yu didn't think much and took it. Who knows, as soon as he took the take-off dart, Aaron stood behind her and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to teach her how to throw.

Feeling that his hand was about to lean over, Wen Yu immediately took a step back, and was about to say nothing, when the dart in his hand was suddenly taken away.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar figure walked in front of him and quickly pulled her behind him.

After Wen Yu saw who it was, he opened his eyes incredibly, "???"

Jiang Yuhe looked at Aaron coldly, his eyes full of warnings of being violated, and after two seconds of facing each other, he raised his hand, and almost threw the dart out with just a few seconds of light.

With a snap, it seemed as if a sharp wind swept across his face.

Everyone looked at-

There was already a new dart in the center of the dart target, and the one Aaron had lost before was directly knocked to the ground.

The scene was suddenly silent.

Wen Yu: "..."

Right, the back is a bit chilly.