She amazed the world after the divorce

Yu Cheng stretched his neck, leaned back slightly, glanced back without looking at her, and said, "If you don't like her, don't be sentimental."

Ye Ling chuckled and said, "You are a bitch, you are telling the truth. If you don't like me, we are not relatives, why would you come all the way to Nancheng with me?"

Yu Cheng said firmly: "I pity you, it has nothing to do with liking you."

"Okay, pitiful, right?" Ye Ling turned around and walked towards the door.

This little girl's mind is spinning too fast.

Sometimes this way, sometimes that way, it is as changeable as the wind.

Yu Cheng couldn't keep up with her thoughts and asked, "It's late at night, where are you going?"

"If you're not sleepy, go to the terrace and watch the moon."

Seeing that she was still wearing a small white sling, Yu Cheng hurriedly picked up his coat from the bed, caught up with her, put it on her shoulders, and said, "Stretch your arms."

Ye Ling put his arms into each sleeve.

Yu Cheng walked around in front of her and bent down to help her button up.

Ye Ling looked at his handsome and unruly face and tall nose, and couldn't help but stretched out her fingers to gently touch his nose, "Cheng Yaojin, what brand of skin care products do you use? How can a grown man have such good skin?" "

Yu Cheng rolled up his eyelids and glanced at her, "She is a natural beauty, born from her mother."

"You are so handsome, your mother must be beautiful, right?"

Yu Cheng paused for a moment while buttoning her buttons, hummed, and said, "Of course, my mother is an extremely beautiful woman, but it's a pity that she didn't have a good life."

Ye Ling was silent.

Happiness is all similar, but unhappy people have their own misfortunes.

After helping Ye Ling button up, Yu Cheng straightened up and asked, "Why did your mother die?"

Ye Ling's hand hanging by his leg curled up slightly, but his tone was calm, "Drowning."

"Accident? Suicide? Or homicide?"

"The police said it was an accident."

It's such a pity that she drowned in her twenties and her beauty died young.

Yu Cheng asked: "Are there any doubts? Could it be homicide?"

"Brother, I was only six or seven years old back then. If I have any doubts, I don't know. When I grow up and become sensible, I won't be able to find evidence for my doubts." Ye Ling opened the door and walked out.

Yu Cheng raised his legs to follow.

Ye Ling entered the elevator.

Yu Cheng also followed in.

Arriving at the top of the building, Ye Ling walked to the edge of the terrace, held on to the railing, and looked up at the sky.

A golden crescent moon in the sky, bright and gentle, like an orange petal.

Ye Ling stared at the crescent moon in trance. In his memory, his mother loved to smile, and her eyes were crooked when she smiled, much like the crescent moon today.

Yu Cheng's voice came to my ears, "It's very windy on the terrace. Let's go down after a while. What's so good about this half-curved moon?"

Ye Ling turned to look at him, "Aren't you going to the hotel?"

"I'll wait until you come downstairs before leaving."

"Are you afraid that if I can't think about it, I'll jump off the building and commit suicide?"

Yu Cheng felt that this little girl, as her name suggests, was very smart, so she could at least guess him accurately.

It's winter.

Although the winter in the south city is not as freezing as in the north, it is still quite cold.

Ye Ling stretched out his hands towards Yu Cheng, "My hands are cold."

Yu Cheng said: "Put it in your pocket."

Ye Ling put her hand directly into his, "Help me cover it."

Yu Cheng felt that this little girl was quite good and she was just trying to trick him.

Knowing that she was tricking him, he did not let go. He lowered his eyes and looked at her long and slender fingers in the palm of his hand. His beautiful hands were white and slender, and the nails were neatly trimmed. They showed a faint glow under the moon and terrace lights. pink.

Yu Cheng was curious, "You run around everywhere every day, why are you still so white?"

"It's genes. My mother is white, so I can't get a tan."

Yu Cheng thought of his mother Li'er's pale face lying in the crystal coffin and said, "My mother is also pale."

"Is your mother easy to get along with?"

"She should be easy to get along with. My mother seems very gentle."

"I'll treat your mother to dinner next time I go to the island city."

Yu Cheng's heart felt as if someone had stabbed him hard with an awl, and he whispered: "My mother passed away too."

Ye Ling was startled, turned around, held his face with both hands, and said softly, "Dachengcheng, you are so pitiful."

"You are even more pitiful. My mother was at least in her early forties when she died."

He does not mean that.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, stretched her cold hands down his collar, and placed them on his chest muscles to cover them.

The hand was as cold as ice, which made Yu Cheng shiver.

Usually, it's not that there are no women chasing him, and it's not that there are no women showing their affection to him. There are many who make secret glances and flirt with him, but a naughty and mischievous one like Ye Ling is the first one.

That kind of charming style made Yu Cheng feel greasy.

But Ye Ling's taste is natural, refreshing, and doesn't feel greasy at all.

Yu Cheng reached out and held her wrist, took it out from his chest, stuffed it under the hem of his T-shirt, and said, "If you feel tired from raising your arms, put them on your abdominal muscles to warm them up."

The corners of Ye Ling's lips curved in a gentle arc, and after a moment, she asked, "You are so warm and handsome, why doesn't your ex-girlfriend not want you?"

Yu Cheng stared at her snow-white and thin face, "You are beautiful and smart. Why doesn't Chu Ye want you?"

This man knows how to hurt people's hearts.

Ye Ling grabbed his abdominal muscles with her fingers.

Yu Cheng felt as if his abdominal muscles had been scratched several times by ice claws.

Cool and itchy.

She and Qin Yuening are both refreshing and unpretentious people, but she is more naughty and flirty than Qin Yuening. It may be because she graduated from the directing department and is used to seeing all kinds of love between men and women in the entertainment industry, so she knows a little about romance.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Ye Ling asked, "Are you still thinking about your Ningzi? When do you plan to forget her?"

Yu Cheng was silent for a few seconds and sighed, "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Ye Ling looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, but he said to Yu Cheng, "Dachengcheng, let's work hard together."

"What's the effort?"

“Try to forget the old and accept the new.”

"You and Chu Ye have only known each other for a short time, so you will forget them quickly. Ning Zi and I have known each other for four or five years, and we have experienced too much together. It is not as easy as you to forget us."

Ye Ling suddenly took her hands out of his T-shirt, turned around, and faced him.

She stretched out her left arm to hang on his shoulders, and pressed her right arm against his neck to lower his head.

She stood on tiptoes, brought her mouth to his, and gently sucked his lips like jelly.

Yu Cheng was stunned and thought to himself, here we go again.

This time it was no longer a show, there was no audience on the terrace.

Normally he should push her away, but he didn't.

Maybe it was because he had been single for too long and was too lonely, or maybe the stars and crescent moon tonight were too beautiful, or maybe it was too cold outside, which made his brain freeze and slow to react.

Ye Ling sucked his lips for a while, and seeing that he didn't resist, she said softly: "Dachengcheng, I'm going to stick out my tongue, don't bite me."

Yu Cheng wanted to laugh.

What kind of treasure is this?

Why is it so cute?