Yan Ruifeng did not know Yu Xing, but Yu Xing had known Yan Ruifeng for a long time and had met more than once.

When the two met officially, they were in Pompeii's car.

That day he and Pompeii went home after dinner, and her Maserati was forced to stop in the street by another Porsche.

Through the filmed glass, a noble face leaned down, approaching the car window bit by bit, and asked him sarcastically, "Hey, poor boy, do you think you deserve her?"

Every word is stomped on the weakest part of his personality.

He is poor, and he is not a person in the same circle; he is nothing like everyone else, he is a plaything in her palm, and perhaps it is just an episode of the couple game between her and Yan Ruifeng, and he is not worthy of her at all.

Even though Yu Xing knew that Yan Ruifeng could not see his face, he still felt ashamed.

There was no expression on his face, but his dignity had long been shattered by a sentence from Yan Ruifeng.

Pompei in the car was not surprised when he saw Yan Ruifeng. He quietly watched her get out of the car and drove people away. She just kicked Yan Ruifeng and scolded Yan Ruifeng.

As expected, they are like a lover flirting, and even quarrels are as intimate as lovers.

And he, like he was caught, letting passers-by point fingers near the car and take a photo with his mobile phone. He was not qualified to get off the car, nor did he leave the scene without any expression of his emotions.

No matter who it is, he will not think that he is the real boyfriend.

Although Pompeii does not admit that Yan Ruifeng is her fiancé.

When Pompeii asked the driver to send him off, Yu Xing was relieved.

But it is just a brief relief.

Back to Wanlan Qianbo, he walked from one pain to another.

Such a relationship should have ended in time, but he was sickly reluctant to let it go.

I must be reluctant to let her help him, and I must be willing to fulfill the cohabitation agreement with confidence.

Yu Xing spent a long time convinced himself with these two sufficient reasons.

After Pompeii came back, Yu Xing's mood calmed a lot. He told himself that he should not feel sad, and that the reason he gave him was correct.

His unremitting face did not convey a sad message.

His thoughts were all gathered in the high-level cube that he had turned countless times, and in every uncontrolled pore.

Pompeii sent him a sum of money unexpectedly.

In her eyes, everything about him can be bought with money.

He is no different from the goods in the cabinet.

Even, he should be happy.

Even if other men are free, she doesn't want them, such as Yan Ruifeng.

Yu Xing accepted the money as always and forgot about this matter little by little.

Until three days later, Pompeii really exposed the matter completely. He asked him happily, "Lucky, I want to write an application. You said, what advantages do I have to write about my self-introduction?"

Yan Ruifeng's contemptuous and contemptuous expression suddenly appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but answer in the same tone: "What else do you have except money?"

After saying that, he regretted it. She was only eighteen and nineteen years old and was still so young.

But Pompeii was already crying and left Wanlan Qianbo without looking back.

But he was a little happy.

It turned out that she would cry, and she would pay precious things other than money for him.

Yu Xing didn't very willingly recall the scene from a few years ago. He was sitting in the Bentley car, and the fragrance of roses was still being released.

He reached out and picked one, lowered his eyes and said, "Babe, I'm sorry, you have many advantages and many special features that others cannot reach."

Pompeii also remembered the cause and effect of the incident. She slapped her long curly eyelashes, stared at Yu Xing's clean fingers, and said, "But I wrote the application, it was three days after Yan Ruifeng's traffic jam..."

She murmured in a low voice: "It's been three days, are you still thinking about it?"

Yu Xing crushed the petals and said slowly: "Even if there are three or three decades, I will never forget it."

Pompeii's heart fell and looked at Yu Xing. His eyebrows and eyes were always so quiet, as if he was not emotional, but the back of his hand was extremely powerfully holding the delicate rose petals.

It seems... it's not very happy.

Pompei's tone was a little softer and said, "You are quite vengeful. No wonder you targeted him so much today. It's very easy for you to borrow someone's father's east wind."

Yu Xing opened the window and sprinkled the petals, turned his neck, rubbed the neckline against the raised Adam's apple, and his indifferent tone mixed in the wind: "It's just a normal social means."

Pompeii held the flowers, but he didn't know what to say.

At the beginning, it was to buy his company, not his dignity.

But unintentionally, because her relationship hurt his dignity, which she did not take into account or would not want to.

It has been so long since the matter has been, and what she can do now is the words that he hurts her in turn, and he no longer cares about it.

Forget anything else.

"Yu Xing, then I'll leave first, I'll have to film a movie tomorrow."

Pompeii had touched the car door and wanted to leave.

Yu Xing pulled Pompeii's cuff and said solemnly to her: "I am no worse than him now. I want to pursue you openly like him."

Pompeii turned his head, stared at Yu Xing's deep and calm eyes, and said, "...But now, I just want to work hard. Please don't disturb my work."

Just don't disturb her work, Yu Xing nodded and replied: "Okay."

He got out of the car, put his hands in his pocket, walked beside her, and said naturally: "I'll stay here tonight, go in with you."

Pompeii: "…"

Isn't it a bit coincidental?

When the two passed by near the trash can, Yu Xing suddenly stood still, stopped him in front of Pompeii, and lowered his head to suggest her: "One bouquet has been picked off, it is not good to put it on. Just throw it away."

Pompeii: “………”

It turned out that he pulled off one of her roses, which was the intention.

Yu Xing said seriously: "Tomorrow I will give you champagne roses and I will deliver them directly to your room. Many people will not see them. The red rose is tacky and you don't like it."

Pompeii looked at Yu Xing speechlessly, living with her for four years, she clearly had her aesthetics and preferences.

She looked at the rose in her arms. It was really not good to look at one. It was just a matter of being thrown away, just to throw it away sooner or later.

Pompeii threw the flowers into the trash can and his hands became much more relaxed. She put on a mask and said, "Stay away from me and go your own."

Yu Xing deliberately slowed down and followed her.

The next morning, Pompeii received champagne roses early in the morning, and the hotel waiter brought them.

She signed for the flowers, but before she could set it up, Yu Xing called.

Pompeii answered the phone while brushing his teeth, "What are you doing? I'm brushing my teeth."

“Received it?”

"Um."

"Don't throw it away."

"oh."

Pompeii asked with a bubble in his mouth, "You didn't hear that, am I not suitable for chatting now?"

Yu Xing: "I heard it, I said, listen."

Pompeii: "…"

Yu Xing: "I am going back to Ancheng today. I will send me a copy of your work arrangement form. I will come again when you are free."

Pompeii: "…"

Yu Xing: "The crew’s lunch is not delicious, and I will ask someone to order it for you every day in the future..."

Pompeii quickly stopped her: "Don't!" She said in a slight manner: "Don't make special contributions to me." When she does not have enough abilities to match, she should not enjoy treatment that is different from ordinary people.

"good."

Pompei hung up the phone and replied to Yu Xing with a WeChat message.

[This month, I have been filming in Xiaoshan and I have only returned home during holidays.]

This is her work arrangement.

【Yu Xing: Yes.】

Pompei changed his clothes and was about to go out. The news came again. She thought it was Yu Xing, but it turned out to be Yan Ruifeng.

Anyway, she had seen her, so she agreed to add friends.

Yan Ruifeng's avatar is a photo of Pompeii on his lawn when he was a child, and his eyebrows are a little red.

When he saw that he passed the friend, he immediately called him a voice call.

Pompeii had breakfast in the hotel, answered the phone and said the first sentence: "You changed your avatar."
To be continued...