shadow love

Watching Andre take Luo Jue away with a complicated expression, the look in his eyes mixed with rupture made Feng Yan feel like claws scratching his heart. He wanted to catch up but was powerless due to the effect of anesthesia.

"We are even, and we will not owe each other in the future." Feng Yan's voice was not loud, and Andre didn't pause at all, but Feng Yan was sure he heard it.

In the evening, the weather improved, the wind was no longer so strong, and more than half of the cable car leading to the top of the mountain had been buried by heavy snow.

Feng Yan let out a long sigh, sat cross-legged on the bed and stared at the snow falling one after another outside, as if it had been a lifetime.

He thought that he and Andre would have a new story, but he didn't expect that there would be a feeling of ending like this, and he would pull down such a big hatred. He didn't understand how Luo Jue would take the initiative to find him, and who shot him wounded him.

But soon Feng Yan began to despise himself, when he became sad and sad, he was no longer a man!Why should I have to sit here and worry about this and that, why should I have the upper hand in this game.

Standing up with a bang, Feng Yan dragged on the ski equipment and was ready to go out to relax.

"Where are you going?" Tong Jin sat in the living room looking through a stack of documents, and glanced at Feng Yan who was rushing out in a hurry.

"Night skiing, do you want to accompany me?" Feng Yan knew that Tong Jin didn't like sports, especially in the winter, so he opened the door and left on his own.

Tong Jin frowned and looked at Feng Yan who gave up on himself and went out to seek death.

"Don't worry, I will arrange someone to follow and protect Young Master Yan." Bud whispered beside him.

Although the weather was not bad, the wind was still raging on the top of the mountain, and the gas exhaled from the mouth condensed into white mist in the air. The coldness of the weather gave people the illusion that dripping water turned into ice.

Night skiing is a little more mysterious and exciting, but also a test of skills. Feng Yan glanced at the bodyguards following him with a smirk, put on his ski suit and rushed into the advanced slides of the ski resort.

There are only a few skiers here and there on the advanced slide, and because the location is at a higher altitude, the wind is also strong. When diving down quickly, the skin of the face that is directly exposed to the outside is stinging by the wind. Feng Yan tried his best to speed up. I changed the slideway several times at a desperate speed, and I also fell a few dogs to eat mud in the middle.

I fell down and stood up, touched my face casually and continued to sprint.

When he slid to a remote corner and couldn't see anyone, Feng Yan touched his pocket and found that he didn't have a mobile phone, and his heart skipped a beat.

The ski area of ​​Mount Zao is vast, and getting lost is a common occurrence. If there is a strong snowstorm and the visibility is very low, it will be a real threat to life.

He looked around, and the vegetation covered by heavy snow had begun to take the shape of iron trees, stationed in the vast snowstorm, like ghosts and monsters opening their teeth and claws.

Depressedly unloading the skis, Feng Yan slowly walked back in the direction of memory.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Feng Yan felt that it was as long as several centuries, and his hands were already a little numb, and he couldn't help complaining, "Damn! Those bodyguards are all %￥#@ for nothing!"

"Who told you to run around alone." A touching voice came over, with a long-lost feeling of pampering, Feng Yan's heart was mixed with excitement and suddenly stopped.

Looking over at Xun Sheng, he saw the man's dark golden pupils, which had a strange color in the night and caught people's eyes. The gentle and oppressive gaze unexpectedly possessed the power to comfort people's hearts. Wearing a black coat, he descended into the ice and snow like a god.

"Why are you here?" Feng Yan looked at Andre almost greedily. He knew that he should restrain himself, and he was indeed still resentful, but he just wanted to monopolize Andre uncontrollably.

Time is really a good medicine. Although the bitterness cannot be cured, it will gradually fade.

"I came to you." Typical Andre style, elusive, doing his own way.

"I seem to have said that I hate you, so I forgot it so soon?" No matter what you think in your heart, you will never forgive anyone.

"Yes, you said that you hate me like you hate the winter here, but winter will always pass, won't it?" Andre smiled softly, and approached Feng Yan step by step.

Feng Yan didn't expect him to ask such an artistic rhetorical question, so he was short-circuited for a moment and froze in place.

Andre reached out and grabbed Feng Yan's back neck and pulled him in. This kind of intimacy and familiar feeling stabbed Feng Yan's heart inappropriately. It will pop up to remind him.

"It's because he didn't die." Feng Yan broke free and said coldly.

The cold light flashed in Andre's eyes, "I just came to tell you that I miss you very much in the past six months."

"Don't tell me you're in love with me, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it." Feng Yan wanted to try his best to sarcastically, but saw Andre's serious and contradictory eyes.

"I don't know." He looked at Feng Yan with burning eyes, those shockingly beautiful eyes and that sincere look almost made Feng Yan forget who he was.

"I should go." Andre suddenly said, untied his scarf and wrapped it around Feng Yan's neck, then turned and left.

Feng Yan's heart was full of fire, and he would leave as soon as he said it, thinking what Feng Yan was!He wanted to catch up and punch Andre hard, but he heard scattered footsteps from the other direction.

"Master, I finally found you, are you all right?"

"If you don't come early or late, you guys are checking the time." Feng Yan clenched his fists, staring at the bodyguards who came over, and when he turned his head, he couldn't see a trace of Andre.

Feng Yan smiled wryly. He couldn't control Andre, who was elusive and covered the sky with one hand, but Feng Yan felt a lot better after seeing him, and he vaguely raised a little expectation.

The next morning Feng Yan received a call, and when he heard the old but powerful voice from the other end of the phone, Feng Yan trembled and was almost frightened. Soaked in soup.

"Edra, I heard from Felix that you got into trouble again."

"Father, you misunderstood me. I am a complete victim." There are very few people who call Feng Yan by his English name, and his father is one of them.

"Come back in the next two days." The sentence pattern of the discussion was in a tone that could not be refuted.

"Yes, I understand."

Back in Denmark, where he was born and raised, Feng Yan took a deep breath of the cool air, admiring the castle under the bright winter sun and the poetic pastoral style. Looking ahead, the clean and tidy roads stretched all the way to the sky.

If it is in summer, the scenery is even more pleasant, and you can see a large area of ​​vanilla spreading behind the roadside houses. This is a well-deserved "fairy tale kingdom" in the world.

Feng Yan, who hadn't returned home for half a year, the first thing he did when he came back was to greet his mother.

She tiptoed into the back hall and saw her mother, covered with a thin blanket, sitting on the sofa reading a stack of letters, with a dignified and quiet expression. Although she was nearly fifty years old, it seemed that the years could not bear to leave marks on her face.

Feng Yan approached slowly, put his hands around his mother's shoulders, and buried his chin into her neck.

"Finally I'm willing to go home." Tong Tianqing smiled slightly, reaching out to touch her son's face.

"Well, what are these?" Feng Yan glanced at the post in his mother's hand.

"What an unfilial son. It will be your father's fiftieth birthday in a few days, and none of you care about it." Tong Tianqing pretended to be angry, and pulled Feng Yan to sit next to her, "You and Jin are not young anymore. , it's time to think about important things in life, and I can take this opportunity to help you choose..."

"Mom! Why do you come to a rich family to force marriages?" Feng Yan interrupted Tong Tianqing.

"This time it's at my own home, don't even think about running away, show me well and find someone I like."

In the luxurious hall, the lights are bright and the wine is fragrant.There is a long row of tables covered with beige tablecloths, silver cutlery and crystal trays on the marble floor.There are rich and varied food and wine, and the guests who come in and out are all celebrities from the political and business circles, and the well-maintained beauties and handsome men in suits and leather shoes shuttle among them.

Flowers, food, handsome men and beautiful women, everything complements each other.

Holding the arm of the former Duke of Habsburg, Tong Tianqing slowly walked down the golden-carpeted stairs. After delivering a brief speech, she shuttled through the hall to greet various important guests.

Feng Yan was leaning against the stairs in a dress, with a tall figure, a leisurely attitude, a straight nose and thin lips, and occasionally a lazy smile, which won many ladies to strike up a conversation.

"This is not what you should do as a host." Tong Jin excused himself from the guests and walked around to Feng Yan.

"I see that you are very good at socializing, so I don't want to spoil the scenery." Feng Yan smiled evilly, "Don't forget what mother told you, look! Now there is more flesh and less wolf than you can choose at will!" Feng Yan turned towards Not far away, Yixiang Liying nunuzui.

Tong Jin was amused by his funny words, "I think you're more like sitting on the sidelines now, not a bit of a wolf."

"Women nowadays prefer to be subtle..."

While talking, a dignified and beautiful lady came slowly, "You two stand here, and you will attract the attention of most of us ladies."

"It was you who flattered me, respected countess." Tong Jin bowed his head slightly while speaking, Feng Yan also exchanged a few words of greeting, but kept glancing at a lady who was walking behind, and saw that The person has an exquisite figure, wearing a white gauze dress like a butterfly dancing in the wind, with blond hair curled up high, and slender eyelashes, slightly covering her big eyes that are full of vigor.

"Oh, this is Donna, my friend." The Countess took Donna's hand and warmly introduced it to Feng Yan and Tong Jin.

"Edla." Feng Yan said as he lowered his head and held Donna's hand, kissing her.

"Felix." Tong Jin concealed the slight surprise in his eyes, and introduced himself with a smile. He had never seen Feng Yan show such hospitality at any banquet.

"It's the first time for my French friend to travel to Denmark. It's rare for you to hit it off, so I won't bother you."

"It turned out to be a friend from France. I just said that such an attractive lady, how could I not be impressed." Feng Yan said flattery at the right time, his eyes glistening.

"Then, I'll accompany the countess over there for a walk." Although Tong Jin was puzzled, he walked away wisely.

Feng Yan, on the other hand, looked like he was succeeding in his tricks. He ordered Bud to find out all the guests invited today. One person's name attracted Feng Yan's attention, Donna Montmorency. It might just be the same surname, but the moment he saw Donna, their similar demeanor and behavior, Feng Yan was sure that she and Andre were definitely not unrelated.

Afterwards, Feng Yan took Donna to visit the entire Habsburg manor, and met the handsome and gentle Bai Aiqi by "coincidence".

"Mr. Bai, you really look like a friend of mine." Donna paused when she saw Bai Aiqi, and then laughed.

Feng Yan knew it in his heart, smiled happily, and kept saying it was fate. After the three of them drank a glass of wine together, Feng Yan left with an excuse.

Although Bai Aiqi didn't know why, she still followed Feng Yan's instructions and tried her best to win the beauty's heart.