Chapter sixty-three Men have tears for your play

The old lady did not sweep the flower path for the guest, today only for you, this chai men has not been opened for you, today for you to open.

Cai Yu's virginity, which has been preserved for 27 years, has become a beautiful re-stroke of Ye Wudao's playboy career. Perhaps it is a fan of the authorities now, but time will give an unexpected answer to the hating province.

Cai Yu wan body tender slowly woke up, and found that the solidification of too many feelings of black eyes are staring at himself, leaving Ye Wudao that even now is no longer sharp but soft eyes, half is hate, half is shy, his perfect body last night and this morning I don't know he used to play a few times, all shy parts of the rogue didn't let go.

Ye Wudao smiled gently, got up and picked her up gently. Cai Yu wan frowned slightly, and Ye Wudao cast a gentle kiss on her brow. "If you are not too charming, I won't ask you so many times. Take a good rest at home today, and I'll take you back later. "

"There is a very important meeting at noon today. I can't be absent, and there is a ribbon-cutting ceremony in the afternoon." Cai Yu wan slightly disgruntled frown way.

"Don't go, this is what I said, although I don't mind my woman has her own career, but the premise is not at the expense of the body! I don't want to face a woman who is aging early. " Ye Wudao held her and walked towards the bathroom, not giving Cai Yu any Cai Yu wan secretly pouting. Over the years, she never went to the company because she was ill, and ever gave herself a day off. As a woman, it was hard to control a group of men with real talent. It seems that she will have many firsts because of this bad guy in the future.

For example, now I strongly oppose but useless for the first time ...

Will Cai Yu wan back to her apartment, of course, to her house key, borrowed her Porsche, by the way, the car accessories made him smile, finally know why she was a little hesitant when borrowing his car, snoopy, Garfield all kinds of cute gadgets filled with super dazzling car, it seems that just don't let him into the house is a big part of the reason.

When driving, Ye Wudao called her and told her a lot of precautions, such as no overtime, no staying up late and no casually solving the problem of eating. God finally gave such a beauty, and it was a waste of time not to take good care of it. Cai Yu Wan, who just wanted to sneak out to attend the meeting, pouted at the other end of the phone and listened to Ye Wudao's long speech, constantly scolding Ye Wudao for being cunning, and even used this despicable means of calling her bedroom to determine whether she was at home.

I don't know why, but she actually didn't go out at last. She sat on the bed with a big doll and talked to herself honestly.

Before driving back to his villa, Ye Wudao smoked a cigarette in the car, his eyes blurred, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Now he is more and more unpredictable. Take off your glasses, get out of the car and gently press the doorbell. The smile on your mouth is warm and intoxicating, with a warmth that is inconsistent with this cold season.

When the door opened, it was my mother's beautiful face covered with tears. Her beautiful eyes were full of deep affection, and she was glad that her son had finally grown up. She was excited to see her son for the first time in three years, and she was bitter that she could not love her son for three years ...

"Mom, there is no way to come back, and I won't leave in the future." Ye Wudao red eyes.

"It's good to come back. It's good to come back. Wudao has really grown up, and my mother is old. I can hardly recognize it." Yang Ningbing held Ye Wudao tightly in her arms.

Yang Ningsu and Ye Hetu at the door were also in tears. Yang Ningbing, the strong "iceberg goddess", finally cried louder and louder, which made Ye Wudao unexpected. He was not a woman or a mother, and he couldn't feel the idea of being a mother.

Yang Ningsu's deliberately suppressed feelings finally broke out, and she hugged her most valued and cared about relatives from behind Ye Wudao. In fact, when she got on Ye Wudao's car yesterday, she wasn't sure if she was dreaming. I've been waiting with my sister all night, and I'm going crazy.

In the living room, two stunning beauties, Yang Ningbing and Yang Ningsu, kept using paper towels, and Ye Hetu drank the best Tieguanyin given to him by Ye Wudao, with a pleasant face and gave a look that you could fix yourself.

Under Ye Wudao's "cajoling and bluffing", the two beautiful women finally stopped crying, and of course, Ye Wudao also got a painful price for Yang Ningsu's beating around him. The originally cold home was full of vitality because of the arrival of Ye Wudao.

"Where are the snow marks?" Ye Wudao thought of the beautiful figure, asking a little uneasy, some expectations.

"After you left, every time she walked to your door, she would cry. Every time she came into your room, she would secretly shed tears. She wouldn't come out until we called her. Every time we accidentally talked about you, she would run to her room and wouldn't let us in. Later, we were afraid that something would happen to her, so we sent her to your grandfather. When I heard that you came back, she immediately left and came here. Wait for you to pick her up. It will arrive at 1: 30. Such a stupid child is so stupid that it hurts! I really don't know what good things you did in your last life. " At the thought of the haggard and emaciated child, Yang Ningbing shed tears unwillingly.

Ye Wudao's heart is sour, and the smile at the corner of his mouth is more and more intoxicating. The long black eyes reveal the vicissitudes of charm. "Because the snow mark is my woman, it was in my last life, this life is, and the next life is still, that is what we agreed."

Yang Ningsu a slight stay, dim and lower the head, tears stream down cheeks, gently grabbed Ye Wudao's hand.

Driving the Maserati QuattroPorte, Ye Wudao bit his lip and told himself to control his feelings. He went back to his room and saw the pink diary that Murong Xuehen refused to show himself before. He sat by the window and held the diary representing ten years of youthful and sweet memories. Looking at the table full of paper crane and nine bottles of lucky stars, he found that he could not bear this dignified and almost overflowing affection.

In the past, every time Murong Xuehen carefully mentioned the topic of marriage, Ye Wudao always deliberately avoided it, because in his view, marriage is the grave to bury love, and he still chose the former between love and marriage.

The first page of the diary records "What Snow Traces Must Do"-

If one day I lose all my memories, I will also remember Ye Wudao; I deeply love Ye Wudao, more than I love myself; Use his toothbrush secretly once, and if he is not angry, he can use it more often; Play his own music and give it to him alone; ...

Marry Ye Wudao and give him a pair of lovely children. The daughter should be more beautiful than herself, and the son should be like him. Slowly look at Wu Dao getting old, then wait for the meteor together and make a secret wish not to tell him; Be sure to leave this world after no way, so that Ye Wudao won't be sad when he dies, but just wait for her happily in heaven or hell, which he has always said; ...

The last sentence is, if these wishes can't be realized in this life, then stay in the next life.

...

Just park the car on the side of the road, he leans against the railing quietly, smokes and squints. His elegant temperament is like a nobleman who has lasted for hundreds of years, but he is decadent like fallen angels who has been left behind in the world.

He seduced women, especially mature women, with elegance in decadence, ecstasy in calmness and absolute "golden powder" spirit, but the coldness in the latter made them retreat.

When the originally boiling airport was miraculously quiet, it seemed that the beautiful figure that he had been waiting for thousands of years finally appeared in his sight. At that moment, his frozen heart gradually began to melt, and his eyes were involuntarily wet.

The whole airport was silent, and silence infected everyone. Because they saw a woman, a clear and elegant goddess, such as Cao Zhi's Ode to the Goddess of Luo, who seemed to be like a light cloud covering the moon and swaying like snow flowing in the wind.

Will there be people in this world who don't eat human fireworks, and will they be so smart and graceful?

Everyone looked at the girl who seemed to come out of the picture of an ancient lady, staring. Many journalists and fans who had originally greeted a Korean super idol star pointed their cameras at her.

Ye Wudao opens his hands. He wants to embrace the whole world. She is his whole world.

Let the tears in the corner of his eyes fall gently. Since he owns the whole world, why should he care about this meaningless dignity?

Murong Xuehen recognized the outstanding figure at a glance in the vast sea of people, only more slender and tall, more evil and beautiful, and the unspeakable qi of the emperor made him look isolated.

He is really the one who arrogantly announced that he was his woman at the first sight, the one who would stay with him every time he thought of his parents secretly crying, the one who said that he would drive a whole carriage of roses to propose to him, the one who promised to marry himself in the most beautiful church in the world, and the one who promised that one day when he was old, the world would crawl at his feet, and that day, would he remember his tiny self?

Murong Xuehen, who was in tears, ran to the young man who dreamed of every day, regardless of the horror and shock of others, and rushed into his warmer arms. The frequent "no way" was heartbreaking, and many people were moved to tears by her unforgettable feelings. After a couple who were still quarreling saw Murong Xuehen's move, the woman took the initiative to cuddle in the man's arms with tears.

"Give me a little more time and I will take you to the most beautiful church in the world!" Ye Wudao whispered in her ear, tears in black eyes flowed to the corners of her mouth slightly tilted with happiness, making her warm and tender.