My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 148

In the evening, I picked up Du Yuehua's family for a meal, and then took them home.

After Du Yuehua's family got off the bus, ye Xiong pretended to drive the car for tens of meters, stopped, and then went back to climb up the water pipe, ready to talk to Du Yuehua about things he hadn't finished during the day.

Unfortunately, youyou pestered her mother all night and refused to sleep alone. Ye Xiong waited all night without waiting for a chance. Youyou didn't sleep until after twelve o'clock.

Ye Xiong wanted to fight with Du Yuehua, but seeing her physically and mentally exhausted, he didn't want to force her.

"Let me tell you something. I'm going to town tomorrow and I'll be back in a few days." Ye Xiong talked about it.

"What are you doing in Beijing?"

Ye Xiong spoke out about the agreement between Ye Xiong and Yang Xinyi. Although Du Yuehua was a little unhappy, she still didn't say anything.

"Don't worry, we're just going to play and let her aunt don't know about our divorce. There's nothing to worry about."

Although he said so, he was a little guilty even when he said it himself.

The relationship between him and Yang Xinyi was always a mess. He didn't know what would happen during his trip to the capital.

He had no resistance to Yang Xinyi. In addition, he was drunk that night and gave her to him. In his heart, his feelings for her became more complicated.

"Your choice is your freedom, as long as you have me in your heart." Du Yuehua hugged him excitedly and refused to relax“ You can take this place as your own home, whenever you want to come back. "

The lights were off and they hid in the partition next to the bathroom.

Smelling the smell of her, ye Xiong was very impulsive and wanted to possess her. But when he saw the next bed, Xiao youyou was sleeping sweetly. If he accidentally woke her up, he would leave a shadow in the children's heart.

So he just kissed Du Yuehua and climbed the water pipe to leave.

Walking on the empty street, squatting on the street and smoking.

He was excited at the thought of going to the capital tomorrow!

The memories buried in the bottom of my heart slowly come to my heart.

After so many years, I have to go back to that place after all.

Is that hateful man dead?

What does that little girl with braids look like now?

Is the woman he wants to kill still arrogant and arrogant bullying people?

After smoking, he stood up and happened to see a woman with heavy makeup passing by on the road. He couldn't help whistling: "Hey, beauty, little..."

"Poor hanging silk, want to chat up me, no way." The woman swaggered away.

Plop.

The woman fell into a manhole in front.

Ye Xiong sighed, went to the mouth of the sand well, looked down and said, "beauty, I just want to remind you to be careful not to talk to you."

"Pull me up, poor hanging wire."

"I'll give you money."

"Please, pull me up!"

Ye Xiong put his hands in his chest, looked at the girl's face below, and thought of the woman who made him angry.

"Call for help. I hope no car will hit it." Ye Xiong said and walked away without looking back.

He is too lazy to save such a woman.

I found a hotel and slept all night.

The next morning, Yang Xinyi called and asked where he was.

Say your place. Half an hour later, the car came.

Today's Yang Xinyi is more casual. Her upper body is a white shirt and her lower body is seven point Beige trousers. Her hair is tied up. It seems that the whole person's temperament is much softer.

She is more approachable than the former president of iceberg.

Although it is a casual dress, she still can't hide the noble temperament emanating from her bones. Passers-by will be attracted by her if they only look at it.

I haven't seen you for some time. Ye Xiong feels that Yang Xinyi has changed a lot.

As for where it has changed, he can't see it. Maybe it has become strange!

She looked at herself like an ordinary friend. She no longer yelled at herself as before. She was red with anger and had few emotional fluctuations.

Mood swings fade, indicating that feelings fade.

Who would feel so much about a stranger?

"Get in the car!" Yang Xinyi said faintly.

Ye Xiong smiled bitterly, walked into the car and sat next to her.

She exudes a faint fragrance of women, both familiar and strange.

Yang Xinyi looked at the hotel where he lived. She seemed to want to ask what. In the end, there was no exit. She said to the driver, "Xiao Zhao, go to the airport."

Before, she had asked him how he believed in the hotel.

It's about three hours' drive to the airport in the provincial capital.

In the whole process, Yang Xinyi didn't say a word. They seemed like strangers.