Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Wen Yuan wiped himself clean, walked quietly back to the dressing table in the bedroom and sat down, applying skin care products little by little.

She looked at herself in the mirror, looked at her still young face, she thought about the love that Ye Mubai said.

He asked her if she loved him, Wen Yuan didn't know, but she knew he didn't love her.

What he loves is just what he imagined.

The current Wen Yuan is not Wen Yuan at all, just like when she was at home when she was unmarried, she was asked to be very gentle and virtuous, and raised at home to be a wife.

It's like she is now.

Wen Yuan looked at herself in the mirror, a little strange, perhaps for a woman, this kind of life is already very happy, but for Wen Yuan this is not what she wants.

Ye Mu Baigong became famous, and she was just an accessory of him. She didn't like going out with him, because when others introduced her, they would say that this was Mrs. Ye, not Wen Yuan.

She hates that people always call her Mrs. Ye, and if she is not loved, she doesn't want to admit that she is his.

These words, Wen Yuan may have said to him before, but now she will not.

Marriage is like stagnant water, and she is just a habit.

But never reconciled.

Wen Yuan changed into a set of moon-white pajamas and lay on the bed. It was late at night, and he was at ease alone.

She couldn't sleep, so she took the tablet and chose a romance movie to watch. When choosing the movie, she saw a movie made by Ye Mubai before.

She didn't know what was wrong, so she chose a film of him, which was also the first film she used to be crazy about him. It has been more than ten years since now.

When Wen Yuan clicked on it, her mood was a little complicated. She looked at Ye Mubai more than ten years ago, as if she saw another Wen Yuan, the warm-blooded Wen Yuan, the infinitely possible Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan crazy for love.

Ye Mubai was very literary more than ten years ago, completely different from now.

Wen Yuan found that her heart was still thumping, and she couldn't tell, the blue light of the flat plate flashed on her face.

She was leaning against the bed, very soft, she stared at Ye Mubai in the picture, and missed and missed the years of love...

She watched it repeatedly, and fell asleep accidentally, and the blue light on the tablet flashed.

late at night.

Ye Mubai stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the guest room, smoking quietly.

He remembered the strangeness and avoidance under her face when he asked Wen Yuan if he loved him. Not only did she not love him, but she didn't want to love her. His eyes were deep, he looked at the bed, and lay down like this without taking a shower. Smoke the remaining cigarettes at your fingertips.

I closed my eyes, and the familiar low-spirited smell floated on the tip of my nose. It was the breath left over after doing several sessions with Wen Yuan in the afternoon.

This kind of breath made him a little restless and couldn't sleep at all.

Ye Mubai lay for a long time, thinking of that nasty woman, and then she felt why she had to sleep in separate rooms, and why should she let her go?

He got up lightly and went back to the master bedroom.

The light in the master bedroom went out, but there was a faint blue light, and when he approached, he saw the tablet beside her, which was playing the movie.

He stretched out his hand and took it, and then he saw a movie of his past.

Ye Mubai was a little surprised. Jun raised his eyebrows and then looked at Wen Yuan.

She fell asleep leaning on the bed, wearing a silk pajamas, with long black curly hair scattered on her shoulders, her face was quiet, and she looked peaceful and beautiful.