[Yinglan] The world of rich people can't understand

Xingmei didn't know what to do, she always felt that it was immoral to live at Jing Ye's house.But thinking about what happened yesterday, I feel sad again.

After much deliberation, she finally made up her mind: "Then please trouble Mr. Jing Ye."

Queen Fujitsuna Ryoji laughed.

Xingmei glared at him fiercely.

In the afternoon, everyone in the public relations department happily prepared to escort Xingmei to Jingye's house.

Unexpectedly, the heroine dragged a pitifully small suitcase when she appeared on the stage.

Under the petrified expressions of everyone, Xingmei snorted softly: "Do you think I'm moving?"

Xingmei thought very clearly that the matter of the Sano family would never be let go.Based on the degree to which Mr. Boss and that person are in trouble together and the strange attitude of the current head of the legendary family friend Mao Zejia, even if she has a hundred reluctances, they will intervene.

With the strength of the two, not tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow.

It seemed that she was about to be illuminated again by the glory of the Sudmon family.

Although Xingmei hardly took anything, everyone in the public relations department followed her shamelessly, and kept making noise until dinner.

Before Lianhua left, he held her hand and hesitated to speak, and finally held back before Xingmei turned his face: "Xingmei, seize the moment."

Xingmei immediately turned her face, picked up Lianhua and threw it out.

As soon as the person left, Jing Ye's villa became cold all of a sudden.

Xingmei felt uncomfortable, so she went back to her room early on the pretext of studying.

She picked up her textbook and gnawed for less than an hour when her cell phone rang suddenly.Seeing the boss written on the screen, Xingmei was secretly delighted, has the problem been solved so quickly?

After picking up the phone, Xu Wangjang's voice came over.Xingmei always felt that his voice today was kind, could it be to appease her young heart?

She never expected that after the greetings, Lord Boss casually stated that she would be asked to return to work in the PR department tomorrow, emphasizing that she should cherish the person in front of her.

Thinking that the person in front of the boss's mouth was Feng Jingye, Xingmei felt sad.

Who does she like that has affected world peace?Why are you so keen on being a matchmaker?

"Principal Xu Wang, I still have to prepare lessons. You must have worked hard today. Go to bed early and get up early to be healthy. Goodbye." Xingmei finished speaking without stopping, and immediately hung up the phone.

Like people who drink water, they know whether they are warm or cold, how could they understand her mood.

She flipped through the book quietly, smoothing the ripples in her heart.

After an unknown period of time, she felt a little thirsty, so she got up and went downstairs.

She had just taken a glass of water when she suddenly heard a strange sound behind her. She turned around vigilantly and found that it was Feng Jingye.

He seemed to have not been in the shower for a long time, his hair was still a little wet, and the collar button was loosened casually.

"Good evening." Probably because he was at home, his voice was a little easy-going.

A look of complexity flashed across Xingmei's eyes. This was the first time she saw Feng Jingye without glasses. She never thought that a pair of glasses could cover up so much of a person's temperament.Those long and narrow eyes were not at all warm and jade-like, and the dark purple pupils were like the queen of the night who was quietly blooming, and the aura of a superior person was hidden in the attractive beauty.

"Good evening." She suppressed the astonishment in her heart, and responded politely, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the coffee pot he took out, a little puzzled, "Do you also stay up late on weekends?"

"Yeah." Feng Jingye nodded, he suddenly showed his face, and the oppressive feeling disappeared with the corners of his slightly raised lips, "Can you trouble Xingmei to make me a cup of coffee?"

Xingmei had no reason to refuse. She took the coffee pot, quickly selected the beans, ground them into bean powder, put them in a glass pot, filled the metal pot with water, and lit the alcohol lamp.

The blue flames licked the bottom of the jug, and the long wait began.

"I was thinking, Xingmei, how much have you learned?"

"It should be clearly written in the information." Xingmei is unwilling to answer. She respects and loves her mother, but it doesn't mean she is happy. subside.

"Data is dead."

Xingmei is silent, the cattail fan in winter, the cotton jacket in summer, and the hospitality after a cold heart are all superfluous.

She thought about it, and replied out of politeness: "Too many, I don't remember."

It has been as long as a century, at least Xingmei thinks so.

The aroma of the coffee gradually became stronger, she quickly poured out the coffee, added a cube of sugar, handed it to Feng Jingye, and cleaned the coffee pot.

"Go to bed early." She said as she walked past Feng Jingye holding a warm glass of water.

"Good night." Feng Jingye sniffed the scent of coffee. It was bitter, just like his mind at the moment. He turned his head and looked at the girl's thin back under the bright light. There was something that she couldn't reach even though she walked slowly. Feel.

Suddenly, the whole world went dark, and the beauty in her eyes disappeared.

"Xingmei." He called out.

The girl's timid voice came from the front: "Is there a power outage?"

"Probably, you stand still and don't move, be careful." Feng Jingye walked over based on his impression while talking.

In the dark, Xingmei smelled the scent of moist shower gel, and when she got closer, she vaguely saw a silhouette, and she hurried over.

"I'll go up and get my phone to make a call." Feng Jingye said.

Like a ghost, Xingmei grabbed his sleeve.

"what happened?"

"I..." She was a little depressed, she didn't like the dark, she didn't like to stay in a dark and strange environment, she was afraid, she remembered that when she was by the sea, in the cave of Cat Cliff, she walked almost desperately alone.

"Then you come with me."

Xingmei felt that her hand was being held, he walked very slowly, and when he came across the steps, he reminded him softly.

She suddenly felt very at ease, but for a moment, she was terrified by her own emotions.

She vaguely saw Feng Jingye pick up the phone, and the light on the screen suddenly illuminated between them.Xingmei struggled to free her hand, and stood quietly on the side, listening to Feng Jingye's phone call.

She held her arm and looked around.This is a study room. The room is very large, with a whole wall covered with bookshelves. The simple and grand layout looks very cold under the dim light.

"Sit." When did Feng Jingye finish the phone call, she dragged her to the desk.As soon as he closed the phone, the whole room went dark, only the faint moonlight coming in from the window.

Xingmei sat on the chair, bored and worried. She opened her eyes wide, but could only see vague outlines appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

"Jing Ye..." She couldn't help but shouted.

Then I heard a reassuring voice: "I am here. The maintenance electrician will be here soon."

Suddenly, Feng Jingye laughed: "You don't hide from me anymore."

Xingmei blushed, she didn't mean it, the big devil was like a poppy, she just wanted to protect herself.

She suddenly thought that in this darkness, no one could see anyone, so she denied it confidently for a moment: "I didn't hide from you, okay?"

"Well, you didn't hide from me." Feng Jingye seemed to hold back a smile, and then his tone became serious in the next sentence, "I'm sorry about the beach thing, I have no other intentions for Chunfei. It's just that at that time ..."

"It's just that you were so angry when you saw Huan, and Chunfei was still not enlightened. You were worried for your good buddy, and you always like to use the most effective method, so you pretended to be a bad person and educated Chunfei..." Xingmei sighed, "I know, when you texted me, didn't I reply to you, I know?"

If Feng Jingye had touched something, he thought she was in a bad mood at the time, and he was perfunctory, but he didn't expect that she could see it so clearly.

"Then you know, who is in trouble in my heart?"

Xingmei suddenly opened her eyes wide.She doubted, deeply doubted, but she never dared to believe 100%.

She was speechless, not knowing where to start.

"Wuyue Xingmei, are you willing to give Feng Jingye a chance?" His voice seemed to have a relaxed tone, gentle and clean but could not conceal a trace of worry.

Xingmei wrung her fingers, feeling confused for a moment.

The memory after arriving in Japan and the memory in England alternately float in my mind, the boy walking from the depths of the alley, the sad and beautiful mother’s face, the fragrance of roses, the ephemerality of cherry blossoms...

Finally, she suppressed the rage, and said word by word: "Sorry, I can't..." She paused for a while, "But it's not because I don't like it."

"why?"

Xingmei straightened her fingers one by one.

“It seems pretentious to say that we are not from the same world, but in fact, we do live different lives. In the simplest terms, I can eat very satisfyingly for only 100 yen in the morning, but you may Paying 10000 yen is not satisfactory. Money is not the problem, values ​​are the real problem. In many things, I can't understand rich people, just like you can't understand ordinary people..." She suddenly felt very worried as she spoke, she clearly He cleared his throat and continued, "The second time I saw you, I was wondering why you looked as old as me, but you were so sophisticated and tactful. Although I didn't know much about your life, I vaguely felt that you There are too many burdens on your body. Your eyes can't deceive anyone, it tells me that you are an ambitious person, you are not satisfied with the status quo, and one day, you will stand on a high ground."

She vaguely felt that something was wrong, and explained: "I just described that feeling, without any accusations, and the following words are the same. Most of the time, I think you are mercenary. This is just a statement of facts. I don't hate your behavior. After all, it is duty-bound to use legitimate means to obtain benefits. But I can’t imagine that rich people are paranoid about benefits, giving up love, sacrificing happiness, and marrying strangers for the sake of benefits... My mother—” She choked up, “ It was that person’s victim. Back then, when my mother was just pregnant with me, she was told that that person was going to marry a woman from a nobleman. That person’s mother gave her a fee to let her stay as she wanted, but she stayed The next invitation. My mother called that person, but the number was empty. My mother has always forced a smile all her life. She taught me since I was a child to protect myself and refuse to be hurt."

"She asked me to learn so much, just to make me not lose to others. But she didn't let me learn to paint, because she is a painter."

"It's been said that being with the ones you love is a luxury. I know that—"

Suddenly the lights came on.

Feng Jingye's expression was complicated, with pity hidden in his brows.

Xingmei had already burst into tears, but her eyes were determined.

Under this too bright light, there is nowhere to hide.

"So... I don't want to get caught up in it."

She stood up, wiped away her tears, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, I'll go to bed first."

The author has something to say: Persimmon has a habit of reading a few comments before posting every day, and today Persimmon was stunned! ! ! ! ! ! !

Why is everyone talking about cohabitation!What is cohabitation!Persimmon didn't write cohabitation! ! ! ! ! ! !

Silently turn to the previous chapter and take a look→_→Go to Feng Jingye’s house→living together.

Covering his face, Persimmon's brain circuit is a bit abnormal, and Persimmon didn't realize it at all. Hey!

Please don't abandon me after reading this chapter because of the psychological gap, qaq...

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