Pompeii originally wanted to keep a distance from Yu Xing in front of the camera. On the way down the mountain, she deliberately accelerated her steps and left both the camera brother and Yu Xing far away.

Who knew that Yu Xing followed her closely and pulled her sleeves from time to time.

Pompeii shook Yu Xing's hand and said impatiently: "Don't pull it, you will be photographed."

Yu Xing whispered: "If you take a photo, you can take it. Anyway, they don't dare to broadcast it if they take a photo."

But it's awesome to you.

Pompeii adjusted the strap of the lower backpack and took bigger steps. If she didn't finish work, she was afraid that she would not be able to control her temper.

She said she needed to calm down for a few days, but Yu Xing was still pestering her tightly, leaving no room for breathing for her.

Yu Xing had to follow him with even greater strides and chased him behind him and asked, "Baibei, when will you go home?"

He explained again: "I didn't lie to you, your father did not tell me anything."

Oh, he also knew she cared about this.

But he deliberately did not mention it or explain it clearly.

Pompei stopped and suddenly turned around.

Pang Zhonglin is her reverse scale, and she will be angry when touched.

Yu Xing lowered his eyes and looked at the soil on her hands. It was stained when looking for plants. He wanted to wipe it clean, so he reached out to grab Pompeii's hand regardless.

Pompei wanted to shake Yu Xing's hand away, frowned and said, "Stop following me anymore."

However, Yu Xing grasped it firmly, and she couldn't get it away at all. The two of them were competing, and Pompeii's wrist gradually turned red. She suddenly remembered that last night, the beast also tied her hands with a tie to toss her.

Pompeii was furious and slapped him in the face.

At that moment, the air was silent, and Pompeii was stunned for a moment.

Yu Xing just looked at Pompeii silently, but still had no intention of explaining in detail.

Pompeii pursed his lips, "Don't follow me."

Yu Xing clearly spoke two paranoid and confident words: "You must follow."

Pompeii was angry. The slap he had just now made was very slap. She shook her painful hand impatiently and frowned and asked, "Yu Xing, why are you thicker in your face than before? Can you really stop following me?"

The photographer who was following behind pushed the camera into amplification because he couldn't take a photo, so he recorded this scene. He almost slipped to the ground, and the picture went to the computer room simultaneously.

After such a big accident, the people in the director team were shocked at first, and then they were in chaos and flocked to him.

The director was not interested in recording the show, and rushed into the camera furiously and shouted: "Pompeii, you're fucking crazy!"

Pompeii was in a stalemate with Yu Xing. The director's words were nothing but in front of her ears. She held her arms and ignored them.

Yu Xing's cheeks gradually turned red, and he didn't even rub it. He slowly glanced at the director with a cold look: "I'm quarreling with my wife, why are you fucking?"

I haven't settled the score with their program team for Pompeii's low-end hotel.

Pompeii: “………”

Death is a blessing, and this makes her public!

I really have to deal with him when I get home.

director:"???!!!"

What's the thing?!Madam???

Pompeii turned out to be Yu Xing's wife!!!

There was a silence around.

Even the cameraman stood there, this is a housework... or not.

The director reacted quickly enough and waved his hand and urged the staff around him: "It's all gone!"

The staff returned to the yard curiously and fearfully, but they all peeked out inside the yard wall, fearing that they would miss every frame.

The cameraman whispered to the director: "...it's better not to shoot."

The director of the chief lip sneered: "It must be filmed!"

It is another matter whether it can be broadcasted. You must have resources first and then discuss how to use it later.

Yu Xing grabbed Pompei's thin wrist, his eyes were red, and he coaxed her in a low voice: "Beibei, can you go home tonight?" He whispered: "You are videos with Duoduo every day, but you can't see it, Duoduo can only look at the screen. Duoduo and I miss you."

The people in the program team chattered and talked.

"Duoduo? Is the child's name? They both have them??"

"Damn it, probably yes, Pompeii is really Mrs. Yu..."

Pompeii pulled off the wheat on his body and put down his backpack and got on the car. Yu Xing also pulled the wheat and got on the car.

Yu Xing's driver got out of the car and stayed there, leaving the space for them both.

Pompeii took a bottle of mineral water, wet the toilet paper, applied it to Yu Xing's cheek, and asked him to take it himself.

She stared at Yu Xing's red cheeks and muttered: "Don't you know how to hide from beating?"

Yu Xing: "Don't hide."

Pompeii: "Don't it hurt?"

Yu Xing: "It hurts."

Pompeii was a little relieved and was calculating about something with a fool. She twisted the mineral water bottle and asked Yu Xing: "My father really didn't tell you anything?"

Yu Xing nodded, "I really didn't say anything."

Pompeii glanced at him, "Then why didn't you mention it to me before?"

I have to wait until she accidentally finds out.

Yu Xing's eyelashes drooped little by little. He took off the toilet paper on his face, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into the small trash can in the car. After a long time, he said, "I don't know how to mention it. That's the second time I've seen your father."

Pompeii: "Second?"

"Well, I met your father at a financial summit."

When they were in Ancheng, Yu Xing had the honor to meet Pang Zhonglin once.

There are not many surnames of Pang. In the entire Ancheng, merchants with the surname Pang can still be sought after in that kind of occasion. There is no other person except Pang Zhonglin.

Yu Xing knew that Pang Zhonglin was Pompeii's father, and he couldn't help but pay more attention to Pang Zhonglin. He was a very elegant and calm senior, and he was also very kind to the juniors outside.

Yu Xing didn't expect that Pang Zhonglin would talk to him.

It was just a very unexpected conversation. Pang Zhonglin didn't say anything special, but just asked his company what it was like to treat other juniors.

Finally, Pang Zhonglin said to several young people: "Young people like you are very promising, but they have to work hard for at least twenty years to show your most beautiful brilliance."

Yu Xing subconsciously did arithmetic.

Twenty years after he could get into Pang Zhonglin's eyes, Pompeii was forty years old. She might have married someone else and even had children.

The second time I met Pang Zhonglin was when something happened to the Pangzi Group.

Yu Xing went to Pang Zhonglin's office. Pang Zhonglin said nothing, but Pang Zhonglin looked at him for a long time.

It was not until a long time later that Yu Xing contacted the scene of his first meeting with Pang Zhonglin that he understood the meaning of Pang Zhonglin calling him in the past, which was a deep instruction given to his son-in-law by a father.

"Babe, maybe it was me who was speculating. Your father saw me the second time, just to see if I was a worthy person."

Yu Xing didn't continue to say anything cruelly. Perhaps Pang Zhonglin felt that the man Pompeii chose was qualified, so Pang Zhonglin could let go of his most worried daughter and pass away.

If he had noticed Pang Zhonglin's intention earlier and told Pompeii earlier, maybe he would have a chance to save it.

Sometimes, life and death are just a matter of thought.

Yu Xing often associates this with Pompeii's crying in his arms. She just graduated from college and asked him hoarsely, "Why did my dad want me?" She recalled every detail she had not done well, and blamed Pang Zhonglin's cause of death on herself.

But Pompeii was not blamed for Pang Zhonglin's death.

At that moment, Pang Zhonglin made his own choice.

In Pompeii's heart, his father was extremely important, more important than him. Yu Xing was convinced of this and accepted it.

Yu Xing was not sure whether his guess was right or wrong, but no matter what, he didn't want to aggravate Pompeii's regret and guilt. When Lawyer Zhou told him that Pompeii already knew about this, he was thinking about how to speak and how to describe this matter. Is what he said objective enough? Is it rational enough? Will it hurt Pompeii more than not saying it?

After all, Pang Zhonglin is such an important relative of Pompeii.

Pompeii's eyes spread red little by little, and tears fell down.

Feeling unavoidable, and regrets have indeed aggravated. She still so eager to return to that moment and keep Pang Zhonglinqiang.

That was her beloved father, and she wanted to keep him if there was a trace of hope.

Yu Xing hugged Pompeii and patted her back gently.

Pompeii's tears were flowing fiercely, almost wetting a whole piece of clothes on his chest.

Yu Xing was so sad that this was the pain he could not bear for Pompeii. She could only feel pain and shed tears by herself.

He rarely does things he regrets. At this moment, he began to regret what he said just now. Shouldn't he say it?

Pompeii cried until his eyes were swollen, then he left Yu Xing's arms, wiped off his tears, and said, "Since my dad has admitted you, I'm lucky, you will grow old with me in the future."
To be continued...