Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

Fei Li looked at the direction in which she disappeared. It was only a few meters away, but it seemed that there was a Milky Way that he would never be able to cross.

There is still a faint aroma in the air, left behind by a bowl of plain noodles.

He rubbed the small bowl, his expression hard to hide his sadness.

What can I do to go back to the past?

Bao Qing returned to the bedroom. She had a slight obsession with cleanliness, smelled the oily smoke on her body, and was extremely uncomfortable.

She went into the bathroom, washed off the smell, and went to bed.

While groggy, the bedroom door was pushed open.

It's Fei Li.

He lowered his footsteps, but Bao Qing still subconsciously held her breath, not wanting to talk to him.

Fei Li looked at the bulge on the big bed, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

a long time.

He just walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and breathed out: "Do you want to work or not? If so, I have a lot of assets under my name, and I can hand them over to you."

Bo Qing has always been a strong person, able to support the Bo family with one hand.

It is unrealistic to want to treat her like a canary, break off her wings, and keep her by your side.

Fei Li is very aware of this.

Bo Qing said nothing.

She wanted to work, but she didn't want to get too involved with Fei Li.

Sooner or later, she will leave Hwaseong, and sooner or later she will divorce him. Too much involvement will only cause unnecessary trouble.

Fei Li knew she was not asleep.

Stretching out his hand to rub her back, she was much thinner than before.

Fei Li's eyes were filled with pantothenic acid: "I'll make an arrangement tomorrow. You can help me manage the company, okay?"

"..."

"I know you blame me, I know I'm wrong, as long as you can stay, I don't want anything."

Bo Qingyou said quietly: "You give up everything now and come back to Beijing North with me, and I will forgive you."

Fei Li fell silent for a moment.

"If you can't keep the promise, don't say it."

Bo Qing shrank her body, apparently refusing to communicate.

Fei Li's hand was empty, and was stabbed by her rejection gesture, "Zhan Beixiao and I have already torn apart, even if I take you away now, he will not let me go."

"My father has been planning for 30 years, and I can't let him down..."

Bo Qing just thought it was funny, and turned to look at Fei Li: "Your father has planned for 30 years, you can't let me down, I was played around by you as a fool, for three full years, even if you said a word of truth, we all It won’t come to this point!”

Fei Li opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Bo Qing's eyes were sour: "Fei Li, you will never understand what these three years mean to me."

For three full years, more than 1000 days and nights.

Even if Fei Li didn't believe her at first, didn't he let go of his guard for three years?

These three years have been a paradise for her. She has found someone she likes. Although the relationship between husband and wife is not smooth, there are always more sweet moments.

But in the past three years, lies have been piled up from beginning to end.

She never thought that the first person she liked in her life made her a loss-making business.

"I……"

"Fei Li." Bo Qing leaned half on the bed with a tired expression: "I know you may like me, or you may regret it, but it's too late."

Fei Li was stunned by the tiredness on her face, his Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't say anything.

"Do you still remember, when we first got married, it was my birthday, I booked a restaurant and wanted to celebrate your birthday with you, but you left Beijing North on the grounds of retreat?"

Fei Li pursed his lips.

"I always thought you were painting. I didn't know until I came to Hwaseong. Your so-called retreat at that time was just an excuse. At that time, you met the lady of the Song family, right?"

"Ms. Song and I have the same birthday. You came all the way to attend her birthday party, but you didn't even say happy birthday to me."

Bo Qing thought about many things all afternoon.

Fei Li said that he liked her, but in the past three years, he hadn't given much sincerity.

He is probably an extremely insecure person. While enjoying her dedication, he doubts how sincere she is, and even guesses that she will disappear in the next second.

Fei Li's eyes turned red: "Yes, I went back to Hwaseong back then, but I..."

"I have nothing to do with Song Zi. At that time, I wanted to use the power behind Minister Song..."

"Is there any difference?"

"You can hide me, ignore me, deceive me, or even look at me for the sake of power and what you think is important. Do you think the real reason is important?"

Bo Qing stared deeply at Fei Li: "I know, you don't like Song Zi, but it has already happened, hasn't it?"

Feeling pain in his heart, Fei Li stretched out his hand, wanting to grab her hand.

Bo Qing avoided his touch.

He didn't dare to get closer, and sniffed: "The previous things, all mistakes are my fault, when everything is over, I will go with you, I will take you back to Beijing, you like my painting, I Just paint, I don't want everything in Hwaseong, okay?"

he can go.

But my father's 30 years of planning cannot be in vain.

In this fight, there can only be one winner.

Bo Qing stared at Fei Li, feeling powerless, and pulled her thin lips lightly: "I like Fei Li, he's already dead."

She looked at the face in front of her, which was exactly the same as three years ago, but she only felt strange.

It is obviously such a good relationship, why is it piled up with lies!

Fei Li saw her stubbornness, and after a long while, he said: "Just wait for me, and I will let you know that in the whole world, only I love you the most, and only I can get you!"

He pulled Bao Qing over, bit her lip hard, and then left.

Bo Qing leaned against the head of the bed, a bit of ridicule flashed in her eyes.

She is so pure and can bear anything.

The only thing that can't be tolerated is cheating.

Therefore, there is probably no way for them to go back to the past.

……

When Zhan Beixiao returned to Wangjue's mansion, Bai Yangyang was watering the flowers in the garden.

Fei Hang planted a lot of precious flowers, among which were Gu Mian's favorite gardenias. Although it was not in bloom, the leaves were green and flourishing.

The man took off his coat and signaled the housekeeper and servants to go down.

He walked behind Bai Yangyang and put his arms around her waist. A faint floral scent filled her body and poured into his nostrils, instantly calming his impatience and boredom.

"How do you water the flowers yourself?"

"I think Uncle likes these words very much. I'm fine. Help him." Bai Yangyang put down the kettle and pointed to a piece of gardenia in the corner: "I heard from Housekeeper Fei that it was planted by the princess herself during her lifetime. In the past, uncle spent a lot of thought to preserve these flowers until now."

"Steward Fei said that Uncle has been taking care of these words all these years, and he really likes the princess."

"You're speaking for him."

Bai Yangyang's thoughts were pierced, and he held his hand: "I checked my uncle's body in the afternoon. Although he has improved during this period of time, his body has suffered a serious loss. It's probably just two or three months. I don't want you to stay Sorry."