Chapter 519 Aunt, I’m Still Young

On the plane, Luo Lin still looked at Ye Xinyu's face with a look of covetousness.

"Auntie, I'm still young. Don't you want the old cow to eat tender grass?"

Luo Lin stretched out her hand and pinched Ye Xinyu's face hard, "Your hair is all long. Even if I don't have a man, I won't fall in love with you. But, Xinyu, I just feel that your face is really long." Okay, do you want to give it a try and see how it goes in the entertainment industry?"

"No," Ye Xinyu refused to enter the entertainment industry until his death. Even if he did, his father and grandfather would definitely break his legs. He managed to save a leg. How could he just do this? If he loses it again, he is not from the Ye family, so he has no idea how terrible the Ye family is, and how miserable his face is.

If he had known that his mother was born to be so disgusting, she might as well have given birth to a rough man in the first place.

Mobile phones were not allowed on the plane, so Yan Huan had to hold a book and flip through it at any time. She hoped that after taking the photo, she would be able to see Yi Ling's baby when she came back. However, thinking of this, she felt a little... It was uncomfortable because she and Lu Yi would never have a baby in this life.

How about she ask the doctor if she could have an in vitro fertilization or something like that, but she didn't dare to tell Lu Yi, for fear of making Lu Yi uncomfortable. No wonder Lu Yi and Fang Zhu didn't have children in their previous life, maybe because, Is this the reason?

She closed the book, but when she turned around, she saw Song Xihua staring at her intently. His gaze was somewhat inquisitive, somewhat thoughtful, and somewhat unguessable.

"Mr. Song, what are you thinking about?" Yan Huan asked, her eyes as calm as water and crystal clear. She didn't think too much about anything, and she wouldn't think about anything too much.

Song Xihua's heart began to feel uncomfortable, and the corners of his eyes were a little sour.

"Is your husband good to you?" He withdrew his gaze, blinked lightly, and the mist was forced back by him.

"Well, he is very kind to me," Yan Huan put the book on his knees, the smile on the corner of his lips was warm, and even the eyebrows were stained with a hint of smile.

Song Xihua pursed his lips slightly, possibly wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

This time he came here really just to understand something. Perhaps for him, it was not happiness, but cruelty, but behind the cruelty, it was hard to believe that achievement was not a kind of relief.

He turned his face sideways and looked at the cotton-like white clouds outside the plane. If it could be eaten, would it be sweet, astringent, or bitter?

Just like his current heart, whether it is sweet, astringent or bitter.

He seems to have arrived a little late.

His assistant asked him, why don't you try it.

But he just wanted to laugh.

Does it work?

Yan Huan's reputation in the industry was very good, he thought, but others might not be willing, so he just came here and wanted to experience it. Maybe he would find that she might not be as good as he thought.

However, he felt that he came in the wrong place, because in the eyes of caring people, she was already so good, no, maybe even better than the one in the image.

He sat on the edge of hell, and then climbed to the edge of hell, but when he came, that was it.

Yan Huan doesn't feel that she has enough charm to make others fall for her. She has no ambition in this life, and she doesn't want to provoke any man. For her, Lu Yi is the best. In this life, she will be happy with him. enough.

In fact, she is not stupid. It's not that she can't see Song Xihua's thoughts, but she just treats it as if she doesn't know. Sometimes such ignorance may be the best.

She put the book on her lap again and started to flip through the pages. This was Lu Yi's old book, so she picked it up casually to pass the time. Although it was not a novel, it was not as good as before. It is easy to understand, but if you look into it, you will also have a special feeling. Maybe you need to experience this in life.

When her fingers were dyed with the scent of books, the scent of the page she turned also had the scent of ink.

Nowadays, when e-books and electronic products are popular, such a book is a true pure land.

On the plane, from time to time there will be people talking, talking or laughing, thinking or thinking, sometimes showing affection, or pretending not to know. The fate between people is very wonderful. Maybe she also wants to say it. Such a sentence.

The fate is really wonderful.

It's just that some fate, either it comes too early or it comes too late, it's not just right after all.

After closing the book, she pulled the blanket over herself, then closed her eyes. She was still thinking about Lu Yi. She didn't know what he was doing or what he was thinking about.

Lu Yi retrieved the milk from outside the door. He walked to the kitchen, poured the milk into a cup, and put it in the microwave. Then he raised his wrist and looked at the watch. The pointer pointed to eight o'clock.

It should still be on the plane.

He waited for a while and then took out the milk from the microwave.

Then he sat down and drank.

Just like this, he was very calm. Only the slightly raised corners of his lips could tell that he was in a good mood, and his eyes fell on a photo on the table.

That was a photo of him and Yan Huan.

He didn't smile, but he was smiling from the corner of his eyes. As for Yan Huan, she lay on his back and smiled openly. This was the real smile of his little girl, the kind of smile that was not hidden.

He picked up the milk, put it to his lips, and took another sip. At this moment, his phone rang. He picked it up. It belonged to Lei Qingyi.

"Brother, come out and eat hot pot."

Not long after, Lu Yi drove outside a hot pot restaurant, and it was definitely this one.

He walked in and actually found the place where Lei Qingyi was sitting at a glance. Lei Qingyi looked like a bear when standing, and even taller when sitting.

He walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Lei Qingyi asked the waiter to come over, ordered a portion of pot bottoms, and then waited to eat.

"Is your wife filming again?" Lei Qingyi asked Lu Yi.

"Yes," Lu Yi took the cup on the table. He liked to drink the tartary buckwheat tea here. This is his favorite place on weekdays. Of course, the tea here is also excellent. It is unparalleled in other places. The taste is not drinkable.

Lu Yi doesn't like hot pot very much, but he likes the tea here very much, so most of the time, he only drinks tea instead of coming over to eat.

"Aren't you going to accompany Yi Ling?"

Lu Yi touched the cup lightly with his fingers and asked, doesn't this guy want nothing since he has a wife? Why don't he accompany his wife today? "