After arranging the vehicle to pick up Yu Xing, Gao Yunuo calmly thought about the reason why the incident happened.

Maybe he shouldn't worry about his boss's personal affairs, but he remembered Yu Xing's attitude of working frantically over the years; he remembered the loneliness and loneliness he had when he flew to Vancouver every month; he remembered his introverted mood like a lifeless puppet, and only after sleeping and drinking revealed a trace of weakness, the boundaries between public and private in his heart became blurred.

Gao Yunuo had Pompeii’s WeChat, and he first sent a message asking if Pompeii was convenient.

Pompeii just arrived at the hotel in the villa and went back to a question mark.

Gao Yunuo called her directly and said, "Ms. Pang..."

Pompeii held his cell phone, paused for a moment, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Gao Yunuo organized the language for a long time, but didn't know how to speak.

Pompeii was waiting quietly on the phone.

Gao Yunuo decided to express the simplest and most direct words: "Ms. Pang, Mr. Yu's car broke down on County Road 799, and his cell phone was almost out of power. I arranged the people who came over and it would probably take about three hours to get there. Are you very close to there?"

Pompeii suddenly felt a sudden sank in his heart. He was indescribable and strange feeling, but it was not a positive or comfortable mood anyway.

She said: "I can get there for about thirty minutes."

Gao Yunuo breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Then please come here first and bring Yu to a safe place. I'm always worried about it in the wilderness."

Pompeii didn't say anything.

She was thinking, why did Yu Xing come here with him? Didn’t he go to Ji Xuanlan’s appointment?

"Secretary Gao, he should be in the car, so there should be no danger. If it really doesn't work, he can still report to Jing."

"Hey...you go there."

“…”

"I don't know what happened to you and Mr. Yu, but Mr. Yu definitely hopes you can go, so you can give him a chance!"

Pompeii hesitated.

She didn't know whether it was because she was soft-hearted or because there were some unreasonable things, so she wanted to make a verification in person.

"Okay, I'll go."

"Okay! When you pick Mr. Yu up to a safe place, please send me the location and I'll arrange someone to pick you up directly."

"Um."

Pompeii carried his bag and cell phone, knocked on Yan Ruifeng's door and asked him to borrow the car keys.

Yan Ruifeng had just taken off his clothes and prepared to take a shower. He hurriedly put on a bathrobe, handed over the car keys to Pompeii, and asked her why she was going so late.

"Swim a car."

Yan Ruifeng was suspicious, but Pompeii didn't want to explain to him, so he didn't ask much.

Pompeii drove to County Road 799. As soon as he got on the county road, he saw Bentley's taillights glowing faintly. She turned on the high beam and shone over.

Yu Xing was sitting in the car, his eyes were stabbed by the high beams. He didn't pay attention to the person coming, but the car behind him was flashing. He thought it was Gao Yunuo's person coming, so he got out of the car to see. He just wondered why the car came so fast, and Porsche had already turned around and stopped beside him.

Pompeii rolled down the car window, put his left hand on the window ridge, looked up at him, and said coldly: "Get into the car."

Yu Xing looked down at the person in the car, his throat was dry and unable to speak. He put his hands in his pocket, pursed the corners of his lips, and quietly covered his red blood in his eyes. He asked in a mute voice: "Why are you here?"

Don’t you go to accompany Yan Ruifeng?

Pompeii pulled the corner of his mouth, but did not turn off the engine, and continued, "Get on the bus. Take you to the Yan family villa first to rest. It will take more than two hours for your driver to arrive."

When he heard that he was going to Yan Ruifeng's villa, Yu Xing leaned on Bentley, lowered his head and said quietly, "Don't go."

Go and get humiliated again?

He had just been killed in his mind and had to experience it myself. It would be better to kill him than to experience it.

Pompeii got angry and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you go?"

Yu Xing nodded.

Pompeii sneered: "There may be a wild beast here. Ask again, will you go?"

Yu Xing was silent, and his hands hidden in his pockets had long been clamped with blue joints.

If he goes, can she change her mind?

No, they were together for not four days, but four years. She had never cut off a relationship with Yan Ruifeng for such a long time. Even though she went abroad for three years, she still took the initiative to contact Yan Ruifeng when she came back, not him.

She will never stay away from Yan Ruifeng for him.

No matter how delicious the desserts you encounter when you grow up, they cannot replace the regular meals you have been accustomed to since childhood.

Pompeii was furious, pulled the handbrake, and threw down impatiently: "Don't go and pull it down!"

The pretentious person will let God beat him.

Pompeii walked away again on the accelerator.

Yu Xing took out his phone from the car, and the power had been charged to 45%. He trembled with his fingertips and sent a message to Pompeii: Sorry, Beibei, I can't stand seeing you with him. Someone will come to pick me up at night. Be careful on the way.

He regretted it after posting it.

Can she read this with a hint of hidden prayer?

Will she become more unscrupulous because of this?

Yu Xing locked the screen of his mobile phone with his fate.

Even if she is more indulgent, isn’t it the choice he has made in the past three years?

Before Pompeii could get on the highway entrance, news came out on his mobile phone. After she stopped the car and read the news, she was about to have a heart attack.

What does he mean?

The resentful woman's tone seemed to accuse her of placing on two boats.

She didn't accuse him of being half-hearted, but instead he spoke tea.

hehe.

Pompei was so angry that he turned the front of the car and drove back. Before the car could stop, he started to curse: "Mr. Yu, what do you mean? Do I have any special relationship with you? Does anyone with me need your approval?"

Yu Xing's lips were pale. He looked at her and said lightly: "No need."

If his face could be synchronized with the state of his heart, he should have been bleeding and bloody now.

OK.

unnecessary.

He made it clear that he didn't need it anymore, so why would she insist on it?

Let him donate his rotten flesh to nature and leave his broken and dirty soul to the woman he likes.

Pompeii let go of the handbrake again, his light tone was ridiculed: "Goodbye."

The wind and waves blew the broken hair in her ears and brushed her cheeks gently, like a gentle stroke. The slender ends of her eyes were particularly seductive in this touch of tenderness. She curled the corners of her mouth and said, "I'm going to enjoy the beautiful night that belongs to me and him."

When fantasy becomes the reality in her mouth, the crazy scenes shatter into thin blades, cutting his soul into pieces.

The string that Yu Xing's mind was tightened suddenly broke at this moment, turning into two sharp blades, accurately piercing his heart.

He subconsciously reached out and grabbed her car window. His mute voice mixed in the night wind, with sobs and sadness: "Can you... don't go?"

"Please, Babe."

Pompeii turned his head, and the tall man in front of him was buried with his head and his shoulders collapsed, as if he had lost a lot of weight in an instant.

His hand locked on the car window was too hard, and his fingernails turned white, his wrists were rising, and his whole arm was spasming.

Not acting.

Even the best actor may not have such acting skills.

Pompeii's left hand, which was placed on the steering wheel, moved to the back of Yu Xing's hand, and she tried very hard to break his fingers apart until each of his fingers broke out from the car window.

Yu Xing's stiff fingers were hanging in the air, not moving at all.

He knew that it was useless to say it.

The next moment, Pompeii pushed open the car door and got out, stood in front of him, and asked lazily: "It's so late, if you don't go to the Yan family's villa, where do you want to go?"

Yu Xing slowly raised his eyes and stared at Pompeii. The originally dim eyes emitted a little light. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't say it. He simply and roughly held her tightly into his arms, as if he was struggling something desperately, and refused to let go.

Pompeii felt that his ribs were about to deform, so she pushed Yu Xing hard, but she couldn't push them at all.

She coughed twice, her chin was forced to tilt high, resting on his hard shoulders, very unhappy: "Let me go!"

Yu Xing shook his head, buried his head in her neck, and his voice was muffled: "Don't let it go."

After saying that, he even hugged him tighter.

Pompeii: "…"

After a few minutes, Pompeii's neck was sore. She looked at the stars in the sky and blinked and asked, "What are you nervous about tonight? Is it fun to chase the car with no chance?"

Yu Xing didn't look up and still maintained the posture he had just said, "I said, I can't stand you being with him."

Pompeii sneered: "Then I'll just go to jail in Wanlan Qianbo, so I don't have to be with anyone."
To be continued...