1188. Chapter 1188 Falling Out of Love Is a Small Thing【12】

After saying these words, Glory felt a sense of revenge in his heart.

Although he knew that emotional matters should not be forced, Feng Yuxi really went too far!

On Beloved's eighteenth birthday, he and Lan Xiaonuan stimulated Beloved in the garden of his home. Even if he didn't like Beloved, he still had a friendship of playmates for more than ten years. How could he just insult Beloved like that.

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Tang Jun quickly acted as peacemaker: "Okay, we are already twenty years old. If you have something to say, please talk to me and don't rush into anyone. Let's go, let's not talk about anything else today, brothers. Have a nice drink."

Tang Jun didn't expect why he was carrying it like that. Seeing that the smoke was almost dissipated, why did he bring people to this hotel?

The three of them just got out of the car, and in a blink of an eye, they saw the backs of Beloved and Asheng. Of course, Honor and Tang Jun knew Asheng, but Feng Yuxi did not.

Seeing Beloved's back, he was still a little confused. After all, he hadn't seen her for two years, and he was still a little unsure: "Is that Beloved?"

"Ah, ha, ha ha..." Tang Jun smiled a little awkwardly. It's not right to say yes. Say no, then he is indeed Beloved...

Glory watched Beloved clinging to Asheng's side and gradually walking away. He chuckled and looked back. He was in a good mood: "Let's go, don't you want to eat? I'm hungry."

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As Sheng returned to the imperial capital, Beloved felt a little sad, and only then did he truly understand what lovers in love said about missing each other for one day, as if three autumns had passed apart.

The day after Asheng left, she found that she had begun to miss him. Suddenly she felt that the winter vacation was a bit long and that the new year was passing a bit slowly...

Feng Yuxi is back, and it is inevitable that the people who grew up together will always have to meet each other, it is unavoidable.

Beloved has already looked away. After all, he has never gotten it and will not miss it if he loses it.

With the passage of time, her original sadness and pain about her fruitless first love had long since disappeared.

When Feng Yuxi came to visit his home, Rong Chonger met someone he hadn't seen for 2 years.

He has grown taller, his body looks much stronger, and of course, he is more handsome.

"Yu Xi, you're back." She spoke first, openly and without any grudges.

Two years later, the beloved's facial features have opened up, and her appearance has become more and more stunning. She stands there slim and graceful, with a smile and kind eyes, full of temperament and nobility.

Feng Yuxi looked at her for a long time, then lowered his head slightly, then raised his head and smiled softly, "Beloved, how have you been in the past two years?"

"fine."

"That's good." Feng Yuxi laughed at himself as he deserved it. Look, she was very polite to him now.

"Sit down, I'll ask Auntie to prepare some snacks you like." After greeting Beloved, he went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Rong Chong'er was busy learning to make macarons from the pastry chef. She liked eating macarons and asked A Sheng if she liked them, and A Sheng said she did.

She was so happy that she wanted to make some macarons with her own hands as a gift for Asheng’s upcoming 21st birthday.

Feng Yuxi took advantage of his free time to come to the door of the kitchen and watched Beloved studying seriously with the master. There was still a little white flour on the tip of his nose, which looked a bit funny.

His eyes fell on the dough she was busy working on. Feng Yuxi smiled lightly, as if he felt her heart, and suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart. He turned around and left quietly.

After a while, when the servant brought the pastries, Feng Yuxi frowned when he saw the exquisite pastries on them.

It was impossible for Beloved to make snacks in such a short time, so there was only one possibility...she was not making snacks for him with her own hands.

That... for whom?