Leftover women marry wealthy families: different after marriage

Chapter 211
Although Zhao Yunfeng said this in his mouth, he was beautiful in his heart. This feeling was something he had never had for many years.

Just after the New Year's Day holiday, Zhao Yunfeng was about to go on a business trip with his luggage, and when An Ran watched him go out, she felt lost in her heart, whether this man belonged to her or not.

From the moment Zhao Yunfeng's plane took off, An Ran's heart seemed to have drifted along with it. She was alone in the huge house, listening to her favorite music, walking back and forth on the floor barefoot.Thoughts sometimes misty look forward to, it is because of missing.The mood is sometimes lonely and sad, but it is because of confusion.She could only sit in front of the computer and use words to express her bewildered self, to soothe her atrium, which would be gently torn and hurt even when breathing.

One day, two days, three days.An Ran is like being soaked in a cup of mellow green tea every day. It is slightly bitter and has a touch of astringency. As long as you taste it carefully, you can feel the heart-warming sweetness hidden in it.Just like An Ran's mood at the moment, there is astringency in bitterness, sweetness in astringency, tangled and complicated.

It was dark, and Zhao Yunfeng's phone call came on time as scheduled, An Ran answered with unconcealed excitement, but said lightly, "Hey, it's you again."

Zhao Yunfeng giggled on the other end of the phone, "Do you really want another man to call and greet you at this time?"

An Ran curled her lips, "Of course, my charm is not like someone who needs alcohol to display it."

Zhao Yunfeng: "Tch, I've been away for the third day, how is it, life without me is difficult?"

An Ran's duplicity: "Cut, life with you is even more difficult."

Zhao Yunfeng: "You woman, was your mouth designed to deal with me? Why can't you say something that pleases me?"

An Ran suddenly fell silent, she thought to herself, is she really unlovable?It doesn't have Na's quietness and indifference without losing all kinds of femininity, and it's not like Wen Qingyu's full of femininity like a born lady.

Zhao Yunfeng: "Hey, hello? An Ran, what are you doing, why are you not talking?"

An Ran sighed: "It's nothing, I can't think of something that pleases you, so I just keep silent."

Zhao Yunfeng smiled helplessly: "It's still a sentence that choked me, I surrendered. Well, I'm going out to socialize, and we'll talk tomorrow, bye."

(End of this chapter)