Love is a disaster: Leng Shao chases his wife for 365 days

Chapter 101 The past is only the past after all
friend?

Su Yi thought, probably she was the only one who thought so.

What Liang Xia wants is not to have any contact with each other until death.

just friends?
Ling Feiyu secretly speculated in his heart, seeing that Su Yi's expression was not good, although he still had a lot of questions in his heart, but in the end all of them were kept silent.

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After dinner, Ling Feiyu sent her home.

The car stopped downstairs, and when Su Yi was about to turn her head to thank him, she was frightened by his figure leaning over suddenly.

Her breathing froze instantly, and all her senses also froze.

Only the heart was beating chaotically.

He, he, he... what is he going to do?
Su Yi didn't move at all, just stared at him with bated breath.

Looking at his body, getting closer and closer, looking at his right hand, going around her side...

With a "click", he unbuckled the seat belt that was still buckled on her body.

Uh……

It turned out that he just helped her unbuckle her seat belt!

"What's wrong?" Ling Feiyu sat down again and looked at her suspiciously.

"Uh, no...it's okay." The heart was still beating wildly, and when he met his searching gaze, his face was burning hot, Su Yi smiled forcedly, and hurriedly opened the door to get out of the car.

After getting off the car, Su Yi didn't dare to look at him at all, said goodnight in a hurry, and walked quickly to the door of the apartment.

"Hey, Ah Yi, wait a minute!"

Su Yi, who wanted to pretend not to hear, heard a rush of footsteps behind her, so she had to stop her footsteps, but she didn't dare to turn around and look behind her.

"Your flowers."

Ling Feiyu chased after her, handed her the flowers, smiled and reached out to rub her hair, "I've been working for so long, why are you still so frizzy?"

Su Yi dodged subconsciously.

Ling Feiyu was startled, and took his hand back embarrassingly, and grinned self-deprecatingly, unable to hide his sadness.

"Brother..." Su Yi held the bouquet of flowers in her arms, with an embarrassed expression on her face, and hesitated to speak.

Looking down at Su Yi's expression, Ling Feiyu's soft side face froze slightly.

Soon, he relaxed his body, put his hands in his pockets, and stood aside in a casual posture, with a gentle smile on his face again: "Ayi, it's just a bunch of flowers, why do you think so much?"

"Is it just a bouquet of flowers?" Su Yi didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, she lowered her head reflexively, her gaze was glued to the bouquet of calla lilies, her voice was very soft, as if it was blown away in the evening wind, It's almost inaudible.

"Or else? What do you think?"

Ling Feiyu stood up straight, with a clear look on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a very different, slightly sinister smile from his usual one.

"I... didn't think anything." Su Yi became more and more embarrassed, shaking her head in denial.

"If you really don't like it, throw it in the trash."

The smile on Ling Feiyu's face gradually turned cold. He took a few steps back, and after saying this lightly, he turned around and got in the car without saying goodbye, and drove away.

Su Yi stood where she was, her heart suddenly ached.

Stuffy, very uncomfortable.

It's just that some of the past is just the past after all.

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A few days later, Su Yi actually received a wedding invitation for Liang Xia and Mo Nongnong's engagement banquet.

It was delivered by Mo Nongnong himself.

When receiving the wedding invitation, Mo Nongnong said to her provocatively: "Miss Su, please be present."

What a child!

Su Yi smiled, noncommittal.

The wedding invitation is traditional Chinese red color with a big hollow heart in the middle.

(End of this chapter)