amaotonovel Chapter 236 Day
Chapter 236 Day
Feng Yi nodded without saying anything else. Judging from her expression, the matter was over for her, but Fang Wenli had not yet arrived.
Ma Sen pushed him into the bathroom, and only spoke after making sure no one was inside: "Fang Wenli, what's wrong with you? Do you think you're hiding it well? Do you think President Feng can't see anything?"
Fang Wenli lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong: "I feel very sad, really sad."
"Boss Feng was born in Rome. We had to work our butts off to get here. You should be feeling bad."
Seeing the person he likes fall into the arms of another person, who is in particularly good conditions, and has already lost before they even compete, he can understand Fang Wenli's pain.
Fang Wenli said slowly: "I watched Chang Yao sink deeper and deeper, but I could do nothing. In the end, I could only watch her get hurt. Ma Sen, tell me, what else can I do now?"
Ma Sen didn't expect him to be so disappointing: "We shouldn't have come back."
"Shouldn't I come back? Then I will go back to Nancheng tomorrow and stay there and never come back." Fang Wenli thought his brother was persuading him that he wouldn't be sad if he stayed away.
Ma Sen had a headache: "Fang Wenli, can you please wake up? We were born here, went to college here, and have all our connections here. What can you do in Nancheng?"
Fang Wenli said bitterly: "But I feel really bad."
Mason pulled him by the collar to the sink and turned on the water: "Wash your face."
It was winter now, and the water flowing out of the sink was icy cold. Fang Wenli washed his face and shivered all over. At this moment, he was completely awake.
Seeing him stunned, Mason took out a tissue and handed it to him: "Wake up, go back and eat."
Fang Wenli nodded, wiped the water off his face, composed himself, and followed him away.
They returned to the private room, and Fang Wenli seemed much calmer. After dinner, the four of them walked out of the restaurant. Mason had drunk a lot and spoke subconsciously.
"Boss Feng, I'll find someone to take you back."
"Wu Zhou is here. Do you need a designated driver for you?"
Ma Sen regained consciousness briefly, remembering that they seemed to have returned home, and this was also Mr. Feng's home: "Mr. Feng, I appreciate your kindness. Our home is right here, just take a taxi."
Wu Zhou drove over, Chang Yao opened the back door, and they got in. They drank very little, Chang Yao was a little tipsy, and he was almost drunk.
Feng Yi naturally placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her into his arms: "The New Year is coming soon, what are your plans? Are you going home?"
Feng Yi thought that he should go and meet her family this year. Last time he heard Wu Zhou say that her mother had passed away, he wondered if her father was still alive.
When Chang Yao mentioned the word "family", she became like a hedgehog with its spines erected, and was on guard against everything around her.
"I got a lot of bonuses this year and I want to go traveling. How about you? How did you spend your time in previous years?"
"Eating with parents, meeting with friends, socializing."
Feng Yi briefly stated what he had to do every year. Eating with his parents was a courtesy, eating with friends was a way to relax, and socializing with partners was to ensure that expiring contracts were renewed.
Feng Yi's life was dull and uninteresting. When he heard that she was going out to travel, he envied her carefree life.
Wu Zhou sent them back to the villa, and Chang Yao walked into the living room side by side with him: "See you next year."
"Aren't you going home to see your family?" Feng Yi asked.
"I don't want to go back this year." Chang Yao walked forward with a concealed expression.
After going to college, she has never returned to her hometown. She still cannot accept her past, and she doesn't know how to accept it.
Feng Yi went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. When he came out, Chang Yao was gone. He took the cup upstairs and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. His heart suddenly calmed down.
Chang Yao has seriously affected his life. He would feel anxious whenever he couldn't see Chang Yao.
The New Year came quietly. On the last day of December, Chang Yao prepared hot pot and a lot of ingredients. Feng Yi chose a bottle of wine, and they ate and drank.
They sat on the sofa and watched TV until 11:50, when Chang Yao picked up the remote control and turned on the live broadcast.
"Feng Yi, the year will be over in ten minutes and eight seconds." Chang Yao looked at him.
"Yeah." He felt that people had many New Year moments and didn't pay much attention to these rituals, so he responded coldly.
Chang Yao snuggled into his arms and hugged him: "I'm lucky to have met you this year."
Let her have a different New Year. No matter what the future holds, she only looks at the present.
Before she met Feng Yi, she was a person who didn't dare to move forward, for she was afraid that there would be a deeper hell ahead.
But Feng Yi's appearance told her that there might be rainbows and seas of flowers ahead, and she shouldn't stop there.
Feng Yi lowered his head and kissed her lips. In the sky full of fireworks, they merged together, from the sofa to the bed...
The next day, Chang Yao opened her eyes, picked up her phone and saw that the work group was filled with greetings. Today was New Year's Day and she didn't have to go to work.
She changed her clothes and went downstairs. Seeing Feng Yi sitting on the sofa in his home clothes, she walked over and said, "Let's eat dumplings today."
"You cook?" Feng Yi had never seen her cook and always thought she couldn't.
"The supermarket has frozen dumplings. Let's just go through the motions and eat dumplings and glutinous rice balls on New Year's Day, which represents that we will be reunited next year." Chang Yao sat beside him, slipped her fingers into his palm, and held his fingers tightly.
"Isn't it Yuanxiao?" He remembered that his aunt would prepare these things during the Yuanxiao.
For many years, Chang Yao worked while others were in their rooms. Some 24-hour profitable convenience stores wanted to make money during the Chinese New Year, so they would hire temporary workers to look after the store.
In fact, she doesn't remember much about what to eat during the holidays. The busyness of these years has washed away those pictures of family reunions. It's like someone else's memories are implanted in her body, strange yet familiar.
"Can't we eat it on New Year's Day?"
"Okay, it would be more sincere if you make it yourself."
Feng Yi had someone buy a bag of flour and send it over. He poured it into the cooking robot, set the cake mode, and when the dough was kneaded, he turned off the machine, took out the dough, started Xiaoyi, and formed the flour into circles.
Feng Yi put the meat into the cooking machine, clicked on the minced meat dish, and after the meat was minced, he turned off the machine, poured it out, added the seasoning, and mixed it well. It was officially wrapped.
Chang Yao picked up the dumpling wrapper, put the stuffing in it, and then pinched the whole thing tightly. Her movements were very skillful and she was even faster than Feng Yi.
Feng Yi looked at her: "Have you ever made it at home before?"
Chang Yao stared at the dumplings in her hands in a daze. It seemed that every Chinese New Year, she would sit with her mother and watch TV while making dumplings. She remembered that one year, the Spring Festival Gala was being broadcast on TV, and they sat on chairs and made dumplings.
Then "bang" their door was smashed open and Zhang Qiang walked in drunk. That was the first time Zhang Qiang committed violence. She was terrified every Spring Festival after that.