Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

It was already one o'clock in the morning when I returned to the apartment where I usually lived.

Open the door and walk into the living room, the bay window is still brightly lit, even if the light is not turned on, the hall is still brightly illuminated by the light from outside.

Yanqin put the Minnie doll he bought on the sofa and sat down.

The lights were not turned on.

When a person is in the dark, his head will be more awake and rational than usual.

Thinking of Jiang Yiqiu's blessing, he let out a short chuckle.

Beauty? love each other?

He never told anyone that he never actually believed in love.

At the beginning, when he was obsessed with liking, and exhausted all means to get it, what he believed in was not love, but Song Yueliang.

I believe that once she falls in love with someone, she will be determined, will never leave, and will depend on blessings and misfortunes.

He loves her courage and persistence, and even in the end, he became one of the moths flying to the flame.

He has never regretted it.

It's just that he is not the lucky one who is favored by her.

After sitting quietly for a while, Yan Qin got up and went back to his room to take a shower when the movement of the fireworks outside the window gradually subsided.

Walking out of the bathroom, the night was even later, and I still didn't feel sleepy at all.

Yanqin sat down in front of the desk, turned on the lamp on the desk, and took out a simple and exquisite square box from the hidden drawer below.

Open it, and there are a few photos lying quietly inside.

The background of the photo is a secluded corner of the banquet hall, the light is dim and hazy.

In the ambiguous atmosphere, the tall and handsome man locked the woman between his arms and the wall, his head drooping slightly, and the sense of oppression and aggression was so strong that it almost came out through the paper.

In his arms, the woman only showed a small square of snow-white delicate chin, down to her slender neck, and a black tube top evening dress wrapped her graceful figure.

The desk lamp on the desk emitted a warm yellow light, illuminating the man's dazed eyes.

Yan Qin raised his slender fingers slightly, and moved towards the woman in the photo who didn't show her true face, and just before touching her, he restrained himself from retracting it.

This is a photo he asked someone to take at the Song Family Reception many years ago. At that time, he was obsessed with madness.

That was the closest he was to her.

He exhausted all his restraint to suppress the palpitations in his heart, but the way she looked at him, outside the camera, was full of disgust.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Yan Qin raised the corners of his lips and smiled silently.

Now, just hiding pictures of her like this seemed like sacrilege.

Pulling the ashtray at the corner of the table, Yanqin flicked the lighter, lit the photos one by one, and watched them turn into ashes before his eyes.

The past should be like smoke.

There are some people and things that can only be remembered from the bottom of my heart.

Yanqin never thought of himself as a dedicated person.

It's just that he has an extreme personality and extreme emotions.

All his emotions belonging to normal people have been exhausted after he was young and crazy, and there is no more.

Like a lone wolf, if you lose your favorite, you will never love again.

Even if he tries hard to make himself try like a normal person, it won't help.

The heart doesn't throb at all.

Years later, after Yanqin reported to Yanhuai, he handed over the cooperation plan with Jiang to another department of the company for overall planning.

In this way, he almost lost contact with the Jiang family.

A few months later, before leaving get off work, Yanqin received a call from Jiang Yiqiu.

"Mr. Yan, you must be happy." The other party only had a short sentence.

Yan Qin hummed, thanked her, and apologized.

There are many things that need not be said clearly, and each other knows each other well.

He saw Jiang Yiqiu's thoughts, and after confirming that he was powerless, he chose this way to stay away and break the intersection.

Many years later, the man's temples have turned white, and he still looks radiant and demeanor when he appears on TV, but his breath is more restrained and deep, and he is full of aura when he raises his eyes.

A female reporter rushed to the front with a microphone in hand to conduct an interview.

"Mr. Yan, there are many rumors that you have been single for decades. You have taken over Yan's status for many years and have been unshakable, but the outside world says that you are not married and have no children. Have you considered this issue? You have no children. Who will take over the Yan family in the future?"

The man glanced at the female reporter and smiled slightly, "Who said I don't have children?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around, and the microphones were scrambling to speak in front of the man, waiting for the boss to reveal the big news.

The man raised his eyes unhurriedly, looked at the camera, and still smiled slightly, "Qiqi is my child, and everything I have in the future, as well as the entire Yan family, belong to her."

off camera.

In Yan's villa, Fu, who was sitting in front of the TV and accidentally watched an interview, turned dark instantly.

Yan Xi even smashed her grandson's milk bottle, "Damn! This dogecoin! I said he's not dead! Brother, he's trying to put a cuckold on your head!"

Song Yueliang, who had been promoted to a grandmother, frowned, picked up her grandson's rice bowl and placed it on Yanxi's head.

The chaos in Yan's villa lasted for decades.

Always lively.

This is the end of Yanqin's end. It may not be as satisfactory, but in my imagination, Yanqin should be like this. He is a lonely king, and he is more suitable for Dumei than being a CP. There will be some casual episodes in the future, the book of sweetheart cubs is probably over, and see you in the next book, dears!