Cheng Ye could feel the woman's gentle and delicate hands, gently stroked his feet, and pressed them gently.

She didn't wear gloves.

As soft as in memory, he could feel the tenderness buried deep in his heart in the woman in front of him.

Cheng Ye stretched out his hand and gently touched her drooping face, which was already wet.

"Manman, don't cry, I'm back."

“So, so?”

"Can you start over?"

Jiang Manyi did not answer, got up and went to the bathroom, washed her hands, looked at the already mottled makeup in the mirror, and she was in a mess...

How to start over? There is already a farther distance between them than the world.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Manyi came out of the bathroom, her eyes were slightly red, but there were no tears, and she put on her face again.

"Mr. Cheng is here today, not for massage therapy, you can just say something."

Cheng Ye sat beside the bed, drooping his wet calves, and said, "I don't want to make you cry, I never want to."

"I'm just a little sad when I see an old friend." Jiang Manyi forced a smile: "Mr. Cheng, don't think too much."

"I heard Xiaoyu say..."

"She is not your child."

"I know." Cheng Ye smiled helplessly: "I knew it the first time I met. She doesn't look like me, she doesn't look like you...and not like you."

Jiang Manyi was extremely surprised and never expected Cheng Ye to say this.

How happy Jiang Yu has come back from Haicheng!

"You know..."

"But she calls me dad."

Cheng Ye seemed to have a lead stuck in his throat: "She is Jiang Yu. She used our daughter's name. She called me dad. She cried at that time and said she missed me so much. What can I say? You admit that you are wrong. I am not your dad? I can't say it. As long as she is willing, I will treat her as my child, and I recognize her."

This sentence completely collapsed Jiang Manyi's psychological defense line.

She could no longer bear it or control her emotions.

Cheng Ye opened his hands and said with a smile: "Manman, let's have a friendly hug with his old friends."

Jiang Manyi walked over, without hugging him, grabbed his loose collar and kissed him.

His lips were still soft, just like when he was a teenager, with a bit of salty and bitter taste in his eyes.

Cheng Ye quickly took the dominance, turned over and suppressed her on the chair...

Jiang Manyi felt the man's coming in a fierce manner, and she blocked him hard: "Not here."

Cheng Ye tried his best to endure it, with a burning desire in his brown eyes, and he begged: "Manman, except you, I have no women, I haven't had them for many years..."

"Xiaoyu is not here tonight, come to your house."

His lips curled up: "Okay."

......

In the evening, Jiang Manyi returned home, took a refreshing hot bath, and then put on a delicate makeup on herself.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I don’t know if it’s an illusion. After taking a shower, my skin seemed to have regained its elasticity and finally became much more beautiful.

Jiang Manyi’s appearance when she was young was useless. At that time, even Bu Tanyan said that if she dressed up properly, she would be compared by her.

This is the only place that can give her courage and let her be with that shining boy without any cowardice.

But his endless beauty can never stand the trouble of time.

Jiang Manyi talked softly, and after calming down, she felt that today was really... too impulsive.

The flames of adults often burn at a glance, he is the man she loves deeply...

But in the future, they can have a moment of love, but not in the future.

After all, it is not the age to move forward and fearless. Adults will consider many realistic things.

They are already too far apart.

Jiang Manyi shook her head and threw these thoughts out of her mind. No matter what, tonight... he belonged to her. It was a special gift from fate to her for a few hours.

Jiang Manyi sent Cheng Ye a position, then went to the market not far downstairs to buy vegetables, and went home to make a sumptuous and romantic candlelight dinner.

Soon, the door was knocked, Jiang Manyi opened the door, and Cheng Ye stood in front of her after disguising himself.

He went back and changed into a dress, a formal suit, a white shirt, a well-tailored tie, and an elegant temperament. He held a bouquet of blooming roses in his hand.

But when he smiled at her, he looked a little slutty, and wearing a suit felt a gentle and scum.

Twenty years ago, Cheng Ye, the angry rock boy, the gangster who used his own strength and music to resist the world, now appears in the public eye with the most popular and commercial attitude, and accepts applause from the crowd.

But Jiang Manyi could see the sparks of Liao Liao in his eyes, and her rock boy was still there.

In the past, she avoided everything related to him, not because she lied to herself that he had changed.

But because of all the changes in Cheng Ye, she never witnessed or accompanied him, and what she missed was his life.

This is where Jiang Manyi will never be able to calm down.

......

Jiang Manyi took off his suit, hung it on the hook in the entrance hall, and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt: "The air conditioning at home is not good, it's a little hot, I'll ice the soda you like."

Cheng Ye didn't say anything, looking around the small room of the two-small room less than 80 square meters. The room was not big, but it was decorated very warmly, with fresh flower arrangements on the cabinet.

But...the room is still small and terrible.

She has lived in such an old and dilapidated house for so many years, which shows that her life... is actually not good.

Cheng Ye was worried about her words "I have found someone with better conditions than you" for many years, but he couldn't let it go for many years, so he never took the initiative to understand her current situation.

He was afraid that he would have been very happy to hear that she was really doing well and was very happy.

It seems that he is the only one who is left in the quagmire of emotions and is difficult to break free.

He was unwilling to admit it.

There are several photo frames on the shelf of the entrance hall, which are photos of her and her daughter.

Cheng Ye walked over and touched a photo with his fingertips. This was a photo taken by the mother and daughter when Jiang Yu was about three years old.

In the photo, the woman is standing in front of the carousel with her little girl in her head, and the little girl is smiling very brightly.

At this time, Manman still looks like when she was in her first love...

"Is it because of Xiaoyu leaving me?"

In fact, Xie Yuan had already found him that night and explained everything clearly.

"It has nothing to do with Xiaoyu."

At that time, it was not entirely because there were more small lives around you.

Jiang Manyi never had confidence in this relationship.

It’s either that he is bad or that he is so good that his inferiority is accompanied by her from beginning to end.

At that time, Cheng Ye had signed a contract with the company and was already well-known. His future... can really be looked forward to.

But her original family has limited her life. She has not been able to make a name for her bar sing for so many years.

Perhaps, Jiang Xiaoyu beside her is just an opportunity for her to make up her mind to end this relationship.

He has a better future and she can't drag him.

"It has nothing to do with Xiaoyu." Jiang Manyi swallowed her throat even more and said with difficulty: "It's me, I want to leave you."

This sentence made Cheng Ye unacceptable, and his face darkened: "Want to leave me?"

"Yes, I want to leave..."

He sat at the table, silent for a long time, and his lips curled up absurdly: "Forget it, it's been so many years, there's no need to ask about these."

"Yes, there is no need." Jiang Manyi swallowed the soreness in her throat with difficulty: "Cheng Ye, we are all at this age, and there is nothing we can't let go of."

He looked at her, his eyes pressed against her: "Have you put me down?"

"So what if you can't let go, your current identity... do you still want to fall in love with me?"

"What kind of love do you have?" Cheng Ye pulled her to him and kissed her lips hard: "I want to marry you."

Jiang Manyi's eyes trembled, her eyes widened, and looked at him in disbelief.

His lips were slightly cool, but the tip of his tongue was very hot, biting her fiercely, and it hurt a little. She spoke hard and wanted to refute. All the words she had never said were melted into this gentle and ungenious kiss by him.

Jiang Manyi tried to break away from him, but he held him tighter. The slender waist was held in his hand, and his wet and hot breath slapped in her ears: "So many years, Manman...I want you to compensate me."

Jiang Manyi completely melted, and her slender eyelashes were trembling slightly.

She took it out of Cheng Ye's left pocket... and bit it open.
To be continued...