Love Burns Out: Mr. Li Loves Me

"Brother Huai Nian!"

Wen Rong smiled brightly, bent down slightly and looked at the people in the carriage——

"Brother Huai Nian, why are you here?"

Ying Huainian stopped the car, turned off the engine, opened the door, got out and walked around to Wen Rong, looking at her steadily but without saying a word.

Wen Rong was a little slow to react. She saw Ying Huainan open the back seat and take out a bouquet of exquisite champagne roses, which looked particularly beautiful and dreamy under the moonlight.

Wen Rong was stunned when she saw the flowers. It was not until the bouquet of champagne roses was handed to her that she realized that it was a gift from Brother Huai Nian!

"Brother Huai Nian, is this for me?"

Ying Huainian looked at Wen Rong lovingly, as gentle and doting as always, "Yes, today is New Year's Day, the first day of the new year. Brother Huainian hopes that my little Dada will dream of light and grow freely, and no matter what happens, she will follow her own wishes."

Hearing this, the smile in Wen Rong's eyes deepened a lot. After all, there is no girl who doesn't like flowers.

But what really touched her was that Brother Huai Nian continued to indulge and pamper her. It turned out that the feeling of having someone to support her was really good.

Wen Rong took the champagne rose, and the elegant and subtle rose fragrance filled her face, dispelling all the unbearableness and fatigue she had today.

"Thank you, Brother Huai Nian, but I don't have anything prepared here. I'm afraid you will have to return empty-handed..."

Wen Rong said a little embarrassedly.

Ying Huainian pursed his lips and smiled. There was no trace of fierceness in his appearance, and his facial features were completely imprinted with the mold of a graceful gentleman, but he usually had a very cold temperament. Such an unguarded and sincere smile was really elegant!

"How can I return empty-handed? Seeing the big fight is the best gift for me."

Wen Rong felt warm in her heart. She held the bouquet in her arms, tilted her head and smiled at the man with her eyes curved, looking incredibly cute.

Wen Rong's phone vibrated in her bag. She was about to reach out to take it, but her attention was attracted by the warm force of someone holding her! When she raised her eyes again, she suddenly bumped into a pair of eyes as bright as stars, as if she could only see herself in them.

Ying Huainian looked at her and said softly but firmly: "Da Da, I am not good at speaking, but you are an exception..."

The moonlight poured down on Ying Huainian's profile.

The next second, Wen Rong was embraced in a broad and gentle embrace. Ying Huainian exuded a light scent of soap, just like the cold and handsome boy he used to be.

Ying Huainian embraced her in his arms and whispered softly in Wen Rong's ear: "Da Da, I like you, not just the love a brother has for his sister, but the love a man has for his beloved woman.

Wen Rong's fingertips trembled slightly, and her body was stiff, not knowing how to react.

"Fight?"

Wen Rong's throat moved, and after a while he said in a muffled voice: "Brother Huai Nian, are you confessing your love?"

Ying Huainian smiled silently, his chest vibrating so much that even Wen Rong could feel the joy in his heart.

Wen Rong is not a dull person in relationships between the sexes, and she can also feel the feelings that Brother Huai Nian has for her.

But because of Li Zhengting's tyranny, Wen Rong was afraid that Ying Huainian would be implicated. She would rather suffer herself than drag her relatives into such a lowly entanglement.

Fortunately, she has now completely separated from Li Zhengting, her life is gradually getting back on track, and the Wen family is also gradually developing in a good direction. All of this makes Wen Rong extremely grateful.

She didn't intend to remain faithful to that unhappy marriage for the rest of her life, but the passionate and sincere love of two lifetimes had already been overdrawn on Li Zhengting alone.

Wen Rong knew it was impossible to give it to another person.

Wen Rong didn't feel any coldness in Ying Huaian's arms. She sniffed and whispered, "Brother Huaian, I've been divorced once, you deserve better..."

"Silly fight..."

Ying Huainian stopped her from saying anything else with a distressed look on his face, and put his hand on the back of Wen Rong's head to comfort her.

"For me, there is no better, fighting is the best!"

Wen Rong's eyes became hot, and her vision gradually blurred——

Even after many years, Wen Rong will still remember this frosty moonlit night when her brother Huai Nian came across the moon with flowers in his hands and told her that fighting was the best thing.

Wen Rong looked up at him like an amused child. Anyone could see how relaxed and happy she was at that moment.

Including the Bentley Continental parked not far from the corner. Its inky-black body was just like its owner, like a long-dormant beast. Its silent and cold gaze was following the two people hugging each other tightly not far away.

This was the first time Wen Rong received flowers. She held them carefully in her arms, as if they were fragile treasures.

It was freezing cold outside, so Wen Rong invited Ying Huainian to her small apartment to sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving.

Ying Huainian did not refuse. He was not a hypocrite who took advantage of others' misfortune. He just wanted to see what Dada's current living environment was like. If it was really not good, he could arrange a new residence for her immediately.

When the handsome and tall man and the delicate and beautiful girl walk together, anyone who sees them will exclaim from the bottom of their heart that they are truly a perfect match.

Li Zhengting's eyes were dark. He lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers but did not smoke.

He sat quietly in the car, and for a moment it seemed as if all the strength in his body disappeared with Wen Rong's departure!

Li Zhengting looked at the pile of video files on the passenger seat. The frenzy in his heart had not subsided until now, so much so that he impulsively came to Wen Rong's residence late at night.

He had never been to the apartment here before, and it was Secretary Liu who told him, "Mr. Li, your wife lived in a small apartment on the West Third Ring Road before marriage. It was a temporary rental. The security environment there is not very private, and it is a mixed crowd, with all kinds of people..."

But Li Zhengting could no longer remember what his reaction was at that time, but he had never paid any attention to Wen Rong, let alone cared about her situation.

The cigarette quickly burned to the end, and the burning pain was very sharp, but Li Zhengting seemed not to feel it until he crushed the scarlet flickering firework in his hand with his bare hands.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that if he wanted to compensate Wen Rong, the best way was to never appear in front of her again and send her away from his world completely.

Give her a clean world without Li Zhengting.

but……

When he thought of this possibility, his heart felt like it was being pulled and torn apart by someone maliciously, causing him unbearable pain!

Li Zhengting had stretched his hand, which was originally tightly holding the cigarette butt, out of the car window. When the north wind happened to blow, he suddenly let go of his hand, and all the flying ashes and dust disappeared in an instant!

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Wen Rong's small apartment is open from north to south. Although it is not big, it has excellent lighting.

As Ying Huainian walked in, his tall figure almost filled the small entrance.

He could almost see the size of the head at a glance. He subconsciously frowned and said, "It's too small here. I'll find a suitable place for you to live."

Wen Rong took off her shoes as soon as she entered the house, then lay crookedly on the carpet at the door. She ran to the bathroom barefoot with a large bouquet of champagne roses in her hands, intending to fill the sink with water and put the roses in it to keep them awake.

Ying Huainian smiled helplessly, bent down to straighten the high heels she had taken off, picked up the fluffy little rabbit cotton slippers beside her and followed her to the bathroom.

Wen Rong had never raised roses before, so she was in a panic for a moment, not knowing whether to add water or the flowers first.

Before she could figure out what was going on, someone grabbed her ankle, and the next second she felt a soft, plush touch under her feet.