The richest man Yang Fei

He thought she was going to bring some snacks over, but he didn't expect her to pull up her hair and go into the kitchen.

After a while, she came out with salad and dishes.

Yang Fei suddenly felt strange, wondering why this scene was so familiar, as if he had experienced it in a dream?

But he was sure that he had never experienced this scene, not even in a dream.

It should be her IKEA dress, her warm and comfortable behavior, which made him feel very fulfilled and at home!

Mingcai handed the dishes and salad to Yang Fei, knelt on the mat in front of him, and said with a sweet smile, "Dine please."

Yang Fei said: "I ate all of it?"

"Ah."

Yang Fei took a few mouthfuls and looked up at her.

She kept staring at Yang Fei, and asked nervously, "Is it not delicious? This is the first time I cook it for others."

Yang Fei believes her words, a famous singer like her really doesn't need to cook for herself, and the chances of cooking for others are even less.

"It's delicious." Yang Fei smiled, "I'm curious, why is it so delicious? Is it because you are beautiful?"

Ming Cai smiled shyly, waited quietly for him to finish eating, and cleared away the bowl.

"Mr. Yang, when I fell just now, I thought about a lot of things, as if I experienced another death." Mingcai's smile was filled with tears, which were described by fans as the tears of an angel on earth.

This singer, who was more popular than Faye Wong and more beautiful than Wang Zuxian, lived such a pure and clean life. Even after the Jinpingfeng incident, she still maintained the love in her heart as always.

Yang Fei grabbed her left hand.

She struggled a bit and said, "It's ugly."

Yes, because there is a scar on her wrist.

The left wrist was cut with a razor. The wound was 8 cm long and 2 cm deep. Even the muscles and nerves were severed, and the wound was as deep as the bone.

How desperate is it to let a woman treat herself so cruelly without hesitation?

Flesh wounds can heal, but how can heart wounds heal?

Yang Fei gently stroked her wound, raised her wrist, and kissed her wound.

This action of his instantly infected Nakamori Akina.

She hugged Yang Fei and rested her head on his shoulder.

Chapter 281 Don't get your hands dirty

Yang Fei lent her his shoulder and let her rely on it for a while.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I lost my composure just now." Mingcai straightened up, turned her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I think, I fell in love with you just now."

"Remove the word like." Yang Fei looked at her, couldn't help but pissed off, and said with a smile, "You can go directly."

Nakamori Akina bit her lip, she didn't understand Yang Fei's joke.

Yang Fei spread his hands helplessly, thinking, who told me to be so innocent?

"I mean, you don't have to say sorry, because I like you too."

Who doesn't like such a beauty?

Homeless people know how to go to the entrance of the entertainment city to see the beautiful women with bare legs!

"Mr. Yang, is the movie you told me about going to be made?" Akina Nakamori asked.

"Really." Yang Fei said, "Do you agree to act?"

"What right do I have to refuse?" Akina Nakamori said with sore eyes, "I am no longer the Akina I used to be. Over the past few years, my popularity is not as great as before, and the songs I sing and sales are not as much as before. .”

"That's because you've sunk. You've sunk into your own emotions and you can't extricate yourself. You've learned to smoke and drink. You deliberately use these behaviors to destroy your most proud voice. You want to use your depravity to punish The mistakes you made. In fact, you already know your mistakes, but you have never been able to find a replacement. You should try to let go of the past and try to understand and accept other people who care and love you. Maybe you will find a Better love."

Nakamori Akina stared at him blankly, as if staring into the abyss in her heart.

As far as Yang Fei knew, this peerless young woman, like the song sang, was alone, with no one around, and never got married until she was old.

"Today's pool water woke me up completely." Akina Nakamori said softly, "You held me back, and you gave me a new life. From now on, I will live for myself."

"I want to tell you frankly that you are the sweetest dream of many men. You are one of the few characters left in this world, with a rough fate, wandering around, and hard to find. I am very happy that because of the fate of marriage, you Can be a part of my life. Maybe you are an angel exiled from heaven..."

Akina closed her eyes, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes.

For that so-called fame, she had fought for several years and paid for it for several years, but it ended up costing her career, youth, health, and even her entire life.

After meeting Yang Fei, she suddenly understood that the man she wanted and was looking for was actually Yang Fei. In addition to being handsome and capable, he also knew how to respect women, would pay for women, and even spared no effort to save her. Danger!

However, she has passed the age of extravagance, and she dare not long for a man like Yang Fei anymore.

"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang.

Akina raised her head and said, "Don't worry about him. It might be my assistant. She came back to look for me when she found out that I wasn't at the party."

"Don't you have a phone at home?"

"I'm unplugged. The mobile phone is off."

"..."

The doorbell rang a few times and then stopped.

Mingcai lay lazily on the sofa and stretched.

Yang Fei looked at her small waist, and said: "It's so thin, it's just right to grasp it. I always feel that the words man-made in ancient my country are too exaggerated, just like this graceful grasp, and the slender waist and light palm. I always feel unbelievable, how can anyone have such a thin waist? I saw your waist today, and I believe it. It’s not that the ancients made a mistake, but my knowledge is too little.”

"Am I really beautiful?" Akina Nakamori put her hands on her waist, twisted her waist mischievously, like a little lady shyly.

"You don't know how beautiful your vegetables are, and you don't know how rich your horses are."

"Who is Ma Yun?"

"A man who will be very rich in the future."

"People who will be very rich in the future? How do you know now?"

Yang Fei smiled: "Maybe, I have the ability to predict fate?"

"Master fortune teller? Then you can help me figure it out, okay? I don't care about whether I will be rich or not in the future, I just want to know the destination of my relationship, not marriage, but the destination of my relationship. After so many things, I have seen through marriage. It’s good to want to give my feelings a place to rest.”