Chapter 3150 Because, Love

Shi Jinyang looked at the design drawing in his hand quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

Tong Yan accompanied Qing Yafeng and his wife for a day outside. When they returned to the villa, it was already half past eleven.

She really didn't sleep well these days. After entering the villa, she glanced at Shi Jinyang lightly, as if she was a little surprised that he was still there, "Haven't you gone back yet?"

As soon as she spoke, she immediately drove him away.

Shi Jinyang has been accustomed to her tone of speaking over the years. He ignored her and just said lightly, "Go upstairs and sleep!"

Tong Yan pursed her lips, didn't argue with him, and let him go downstairs, stepping on cotton slippers and going upstairs.

Tong Xiyao always went to bed early, and went upstairs after returning.

Downstairs, only Qing Yafeng and Shi Jinyang were left.

Qing Yafeng walked slowly towards Shi Jinyang, sat down in front of him, and casually made himself a cup of tea and drank it.

"Are you not busy recently?" While drinking, he chatted with Shi Jinyang.

"Busy." Shi Jinyang answered honestly.

Qing Yafeng seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his eyes stagnated as he looked at the tea in the cup.

"Why did you think of coming to Paris?"

"Hasn't Third Uncle been very busy, but he still comes every now and then?" Shi Jinyang curled his lips slightly.

Qing Yafeng put down the cup in his hand, raised his eyes, looked at him, and said indifferently, "The reason I came is different from yours!"

"What's the difference?" Shi Jinyang looked at him, and his aura was comparable to his.

Qing Yafeng uttered a sentence word by word, "The reason I came is because of love!"

Glancing at him, he said leisurely, "How can this be the same?"

He was secretly staring at Shi Jinyang, his black eyes half closed, and his eyes were very deep.

With so many years of going back and forth between Tong Yan and Shi Jinyang, Qing Yafeng thought that Shi Jinyang should not have an accurate answer this time.

If Shi Jinyang had seen his heart clearly even a year or two earlier, Tong Yan would not have lived alone abroad for so many years!

He thought that Shi Jinyang would be speechless.

However, he never expected that his answer would be——

"Uncle San's reason is what my reason is!"

"What did you say?" Qing Yafeng's body trembled slightly, as if he doubted whether he had heard it wrong.

"Uncle San didn't hear it wrong. The reason I came here is the same as Uncle San!" Shi Jinyang looked at him and reiterated it again. He stood up and tidied the folds of his clothes, and walked upstairs slowly.

"I'll go see Yanyan, Uncle San should go to bed early!"

Qing Yafeng sat stiffly on the sofa, staring at his departing figure in a daze, and didn't come back from his words for a long time.

Because of love?

Should I believe him?

Shi Jinyang was still walking upstairs, walking through the long corridor, wanting to go to Tong Yan's room to see her, but when he passed her door, he caught a glimpse of the crack in the door without any light, and he held back the action of pushing the door.

Without disturbing her, he turned and went straight to the room at the end of the corridor.

The room at the end of the corridor was a spare room that Tong Yan had prepared for herself.

A room filled with all the memories of him and her.

After so many years in Paris, everything in the room remained the same, without any damage.

Shi Jinyang pushed open the door and walked in, his eyes slowly wandering around the room, staring at the dolls he gave her in the room, his eyes slightly absent-minded.