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Chapter 144

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    Cheng Yiyuan reached out to take it, and it was delicately wrapped in dark pattern kraft wrapping paper, which weighed a bit, like a book.

    "What?" Cheng Yiyuan raised his eyes and asked.

    Wen Jiaqi smiled, "It's just a book, "Poetry Cloud Heart", a collection of poems I like very much."

    Cheng Yiyuan's hand holding the book couldn't help trembling slightly, his eyes were filled with many things in an instant, and when they stopped on Wen Jiaqi's face, it seemed that he was not looking at her, but saw some images from the depths of time.

    Wen Jiaqi was a little embarrassed, leaned back, and asked, "What's the matter? Yuan Yao doesn't like it?"

    Cheng Yiyuan came back to his senses suddenly, shook his head and said with a smile: "Oh no, she will like it, she will definitely." Then he sincerely thanked Wen Jiaqi: "You have a heart."

    Wen Jiaqi smiled loosely, stood up with her small leather bag on her shoulders, "Since Yaoyao is not here, I will go first." He pointed to the book that Cheng Yiyuan was still holding in his hand, "Don't forget to help me give it to her.  oh."

    Cheng Yiyuan got up to see him off, with a slightly dazed expression on his face.

    After Wen Jiaqi left, the old housekeeper came over to clean up her used tea sets, and murmured approval: "This child is very good." I don't know if he was talking to himself, or for Cheng Yiyuan who was on the side.

    Cheng Yiyuan slowly sat down on the sofa, his eyes fell on the collection of poems wrapped in kraft paper, recalling the confrontation with Wen Jiaqi just now, he was indeed too contemptuous of him.

    He recalled the first time he met Wen Jiaqi in the United States. At that time, they were still simple-minded. They didn¡¯t have the purposeful will and pressure at home today.  Like young people of similar age, they have some common topics and hobbies.

    You can sail together in the bay of St. Petersburg, watch an exhibition at the Dali Art Museum, have dinner in the bright restaurant of the hotel, or have a drink and chat at the midnight bar.

    Although that period of time was very short, for him, it was also a relaxed and happy memory.  I don't know, but to Wen Jiaqi, what is it?

    For such a bright and cheerful girl, Cheng Yiyuan admitted that he didn't have any liking for her.  If Wen Jiaqi was just an ordinary female medical student, he might really become good friends with her, or, going a step further, maybe try to get along with her.

    However, she is just a prostitute, and has a father like Wen Hongyang who is trying to exploit power.

    Cheng Yiyuan has been resistant to girls in their circle since he was a child, with the exception of his own sister.  He always felt that these spoiled little girls were out of tune with him.  They grew up under the soft package of gold inlaid with jade, with thin skin and tender flesh, arrogant and delicate; while they are sons raised by Yongde's mountains and rivers, with rough bones and simple minds.

    When he is older and sensible, he will be more sure: in the future, he will definitely not find a girl from an aristocratic family as a lifelong lover.

    His biological father married for profit and abandoned their mother and son; his friend Zhou Shaoting married for profit, which made both families miserable.  Perhaps because of these, he is very disgusted with the business marriage mixed with interests and firmly resists it.

    He is sure that the person he will fall in love with in the future must be an ordinary girl who has nothing to do with their world, pure and indifferent, free from dust.

    He once thought that Yan Xiaoshi was that person, but later, he found out that it was just his wishful thinking.

    Looking back now, maybe from the very beginning, all of this was his own obsession, the defense he set for himself

    Cheng Yiyuan stood up from the sofa in a hurry, strode towards the door, and under the surprised gaze of the old housekeeper, picked up his coat, said: "I won't come back for dinner tonight," and left in a hurry.

    Wen Jiaqi's car was stopped by Cheng Yiyuan before it drove out of the gate. He knocked on the window of the back seat, and Wen Jiaqi immediately rolled down the window.

    "How do you solve dinner?"

    "Go home and eat." Wen Jiaqi's tone was flat, but the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

    "That" Cheng Yiyuan quickly went through a few sets of arguments in his mind, and finally said: "Why don't we go out to eat together?"

    Wen Jiaqi was ecstatic in his heart, and he looked surprised on the surface: "Ah? Don't you still have something to do?"

    "It's gone now." Cheng Yiyuan said, and he had already opened the car door.

    Wen Jiaqi hurriedly moved the seat for him, and the driver gave Cheng Yiyuan a "watchful salute" from the rearview mirror, and called out respectfully: "Mr. Cheng."

    This was Cheng Yiyuan's first time in Wen Jiaqi's car, and he sat beside her.

    Wen Jiaqi couldn't help being a little nervous, and from time to time quietly glanced at the young man beside him, with a clear side face and a stance.¡¯ Not many people know the name.  It must not be as prosperous as it is now, it should still be very simple and natural.  "

    The girl's eyes were a little misty, as if she was thinking about the style of this ancient town back then, but there was also some unknown sentimentality, "But later, they separated. My mother always said that she was a woman without youth. I don't know."  Knowing how the years when she and my father were separated, from what she told me, it seemed to be quite tormented, and it was eight years in one go."

    "Although they were together again later, had me again, and took back my elder brother, those fragments of time have already penetrated into my heart. Even if the deep wound healed, it still left scars."

    Cheng Yiyao pressed the position of his heart, "It's right here." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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