In the manor, the sky was still bright. Zhong Mingzhen sat in front of the fireplace in his nightgown, his eyes cast down.

The assistant sent a text message and opened Weibo. It was all news of "rich family and abandoned women".

After completing the divorce, he left the country, but he still told his assistant to pay a little attention to the domestic entertainment industry.

Friends also sent inquiries, Zhong Mingzhen read them one by one, but did not reply. The divorce between him and Liang Yin was not told to everyone, except for the closest few, not many people knew about it.

Not many people know it, so it's clear who is preaching it.

She always has too many ways to know.

Those revelations were hidden, and he had seen them at a glance, but they were all clear.

Behind him came the old butler’s voice again, "Good morning, my husband."

Turning his head, the old butler has already placed the tray with silver pots and cups on the table.

It contained freshly brewed coffee. The old butler poured a cup and handed it over again, "You got up too early, sir. It's only six o'clock." He is getting older and his hands and feet are not flexible.

"Thank you, Harry." Zhong Mingzhen took it and thanked him.

"No thanks, sir, my honor. You rarely come back, and your wife likes to drink my coffee best." Old Harry said slowly, and put away the newspaper beside him.

Zhong Mingzhen was drinking coffee and stopped listening.

"Sir, what would you like to use for breakfast?" Old Harry gathered up and asked, standing upright again.

Zhong Mingzhen took a sip and replied: "Just as usual."

Old Harry retreated quickly, Zhong Mingzhen took a sip, but then put the coffee down.

He bought this manor ten years ago and left Harry who has worked here all his life. It was only afterwards that it was put on hold until he got married five years ago and he moved in. He was busy with work and rarely came back, and she was the only one who stayed here.

Five years, a manor, all traces of her.

Old Harry's coffee has long lost its original craftsmanship, but she kept drinking it.

She is very kind and always has been.

Zhong Mingzhen's eyes were lost for a while, and soon he took the phone again.

Since he came back last night, some things that he hadn't cared about have been emerging all the time.

She sits in front of the fireplace and reads; she changes her clothes and goes to bed gently; she stretches out her hand to touch his arm in the nightclub...

He didn't understand why before, but now she knows, she just wants to confirm that he is there.

When he woke up early this morning and found that she was no longer by his side, he couldn't sleep anymore.

She has always been unnoticeable, but when she left, she seemed to be empty.

When he came back, he subconsciously wanted to return to "home" after finishing his work.

But when she is here, this "home" is here.

Breakfast was ready soon, Zhong Mingzhen put down the phone and walked over.

The dining table is classic and elegant, with sandwiches and salads on the plate, and a glass of milk on the side.

Zhong Mingzhen picked up his fork and ate it, tasteless and tasteless.

The dining table is very long. There were two people every time they came back. This time, he was the only one.

But in the past, she should always be this person eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

And this is the breakfast she has been eating.

"Mister and wife always like to eat half-boiled fried eggs, so I also let them fry them half-cooked." On the side, old Harry said.

"Yeah." Zhong Mingzhen replied.

In the past, he rarely came back. Breakfast was often prepared. He had never seen a sandwich. It was all a rich Chinese breakfast.

He doesn't like western food, to the point of getting bored. He thought she should also eat these foods, but he didn't expect her to eat so simple.

As usual, that is, according to her usual.

"Help me clean up, I'm going back to China." When he finished eating the sandwiches, Zhong Mingzhen put down the milk and said again.

...

In front of the Liujin Club, Zhou Jianchen finally stopped after driving for half an hour.

Night had fallen, Zhou Jianchen opened the door, his eyes deep, "Come down."

It was cold, and his eyes were extremely cold.

Liang Yin watched him not move, because he still didn't want to continue his decision.

This is the city center. Although this club is located in a secluded area, as long as she goes there, they will still be seen together.

Zhou Jianchen looked at her but only resolutely, "If you don't come down, do you want me to continue to hold your hand?"

He hadn't spoken all the way, which meant that he couldn't change it at all.

Liang Yin trembled, Zhou Jianchen glanced at her, but he really bent down and took her hand and pulled her down.

His hands were warm and strong, Liang Yin hurriedly got out of the car and hurriedly broke free.

If he really took her hand in, he really couldn't tell anymore.

Zhou Jianchen didn't force it, just glanced at her, then turned around, "Let's go."

The doorman had already taken the car key in his hand and ran to the car, but Liang Yin could only follow him when he saw it.

The Liujin Club was opened by people in the circle. There were crews filming here, and they often booked dinners here. Zhou Jianchen was already familiar with it.

Along the way, I naturally met many people. Zhou Jianchen walked calmly, but Liang Yin was a little uncomfortable.

But whenever she walked slowly, Zhou Jianchen would always stop and wait for her, his expression still cold.

I also met a few familiar faces in the entertainment industry who happened to come over for dinner together. Seeing them was obviously a little surprised, and soon greeted them enthusiastically.

Zhou Jianchen was somewhat indifferent, but Liang Yin could only respond with a smile.

Those few people also invited to dinner together, but Zhou Jianchen coldly refused.

When he entered the arranged private room, Zhou Jianchen turned and closed the door again.

When the two sat down, the waiter brought the menu to ask.

Zhou Jianchen turned over and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Liang Yin wanted to return that she didn't want to eat anything, but Zhou Jianchen glanced at her, but then opened his mouth directly to the waiter, "Eat hot pot, Sichuan flavor."

As he said, he didn't order any dishes, and he immediately retracted his gaze, closed the menu and passed it over.

The waiter didn't ask either, only said "OK" and then stepped back.

Those who are regular customers naturally know what they have here.

Liang Yin looked at Zhou Jianchen, but his eyes trembled.

She doesn't eat spicy food, he should know.

The fire boiler was served quickly, and there were more than ten or twenty dishes, all of which were famous specialties.

The waiter also brought two bottles of red wine, which he said were sent by the boss.

Zhou Zuokang and the boss here are good friends, and the brother of a good friend is here, so he is naturally polite. If it weren't for someone on the side, the boss would have already come in person at this time.

When the copper stove was set up and the dishes were introduced, the waiter retired.

Zhou Jianchen watched the pot gradually heat up, but suddenly stood up, walked to the side and opened all the curtains that were originally drawn.

Outside the window, facing the street, beside the street, is the bright Liujin Lake.

The view of Liujin Lake is beautiful, but when the curtains are opened, their position is suddenly exposed.

If someone is crouching, you can take a picture of them at once.

Liang Yin wanted to stop, but Zhou Jianchen had already sat back, his face was beyond doubt.

The red soup in the copper stove was already boiling, Zhou Jianchen cooked the fresh and tender beef and mutton, and put them all in her bowl.

Liang Yin took it, but coughed endlessly.

Zhou Jianchen still clamped it again, as if he hadn't cared at all, as if he was blocking his breath, but after clamping, he slowed down after all. At the end, he simply took her bowl, poured a glass of boiled water, and rinsed the beef and mutton that had been cooked before putting it in her bowl.

He just tossed.

He can't live without tossing.

He knows that she doesn't eat spicy food, not even a little bit, but he just wants to toss her.

Without tossing, the breath in my heart will never be swallowed.

Why does he like her so much? Why does he like her so much, but she is indifferent.

But after tossing, he still feels distressed.

Zhou Jianchen's eyes are red again. She has been married, it doesn't matter, he doesn't care; he is not good, it doesn't matter, he can change it; but she only likes others, he really can't help it.

"Is it worth it? People don't want you anymore, do you deserve to like him?" He didn't believe in the so-called revelations, but he knew that her divorce was not good.

She was haggard on the plane that day.

Liang Yin lowered his head, unable to answer.

Zhou Jianchen looked at her like this, but it was even more heartbroken.

"Liang Yin, why can't you like me a little bit." In the end, he could only say so sadly again.

Liang Yin looked at him, his eyes flushed, "Zhou Jianchen, I don't deserve you to do this."

She is the most softhearted, and she can't see others feel sad.

Zhou Jianchen endured and endured, his eyes were still wet. does it worth? not worth it. But what can be done if it is not worth it, if he likes it, he likes it.

"Liang Yin, you just like me. I don't want too much, you just leave me a little place in your heart. Don't let me think that Zhou Jianchen will never love a woman in this life." He said. Desperate in my heart, my voice finally choked. But in the end he stretched out his hand, with the last prayer in his eyes.

Liang Yin watched, tears streaming down his eyes.

And after a while, she finally stretched out her hand, "Yeah."