C213 It Can be Considered a Relationship Is It

"Why aren't you back yet?" Yan Yilang laid on the bed and called Qiao Xinyou.

"I'll be back in a while."

"How long will you wait?"

"In any case, I just need to wait a while."

It depended on Lu Weiwei. How long Lu Weiwei would stay here would depend on how long Yan Yilang would wait.

It's not like I can decide.

"You... You won't be back, will you?" Concealment of fear leaked out from his words, accompanied by panic and worry. It was as if something that he had finally managed to grab was about to slip through his fingers.

Yan Yilang turned over and stood up from the bed. He opened the closet and casually flipped through a few clothes. He was about to go out and find Qiao Xinyou.

"I will be back. Don't worry."

Qiao Xinyou made a promise.

Yan Yilang, why are you so heartbreaking now?

"En, alright."

The clock on the wall kept moving. One second, two seconds... Yan Yilang was impatient. He stood by the huge window and looked at Qiao Xinyou.

However, he did not see Qiao Xinyou but saw Lu Weiwei's car.

"Youyou, don't tell me you are afraid of Lu Weiwei so you do not dare to come up." He saw through Qiao Xinyou's thoughts.

"Haha, how is that possible." Qiao Xinyou tried to defend herself, but she suddenly realized how Yan Yilang knew. "You, you saw Lu Weiwei?"

"I saw her car. Bring her along."

Qiao Xinyou was very happy when she received Yan Yilang's order. She did not even look at Lu Weiwei and walked straight towards Yan Yilang's house.

Lu Weiwei quickly got out of the car and followed Qiao Xinyou. She had no choice but to follow Qiao Xinyou because she knew that Yan Yilang would not open the door for her now. He might even let the property take her away.

When she saw Qiao Xinyou take out the key from her bag to open the door, Lu Weiwei was angry and surprised, "Yilang gave you the key?"

It seemed that these two people were officially living together.

They were clearly incompatible with each other a while ago, but why was it right under her nose now?

"Aren't you Gao Yang's girlfriend?"

Talking about Gao Yang was like poking Qiao Xinyou's spine and scolding her for having no conscience.

Qiao Xinyou paused for a moment. Before she could reply, the door was already open. The person standing at the door was Yan Yilang.

Lu Weiwei's question was coincidentally heard by Yan Yilang. He arrogantly held Qiao Xinyou in his arms and announced his sovereignty, "She is my woman."

"What about me? I have clearly said that I am your fiancee and my wish since I was young was to become your wife. You promised me when you were little."

Lu Weiwei could not accept this kind of stimulation. She could not stand Yan Yilang defending Qiao Xinyou like this.

At that time, they were young and joking with each other.

Under the shade of the tree, when the players drank, Yan Yilang would grow up and marry himself. However, when he grew up, everything changed.

Lu Weiwei shed tears. Yan Yilang did not have any reaction, but Qiao Xinyou was very moved.

When he was young, he made a promise. When he was childhood sweethearts, could he be considered as stepping in?

Qiao Xinyou pulled Yan Yilang's sleeve. This time Lu Weiwei's tears were real and not fake. She was sure.

However, Yan Yilang only looked coldly at Lu Weiwei.

Qiao Xinyou could not help but say, "Don't cry."

She glanced at Yan Yilang beside her. Did he have any manliness?

She took out a tissue from her pocket and wanted to pass it to Lu Weiwei, but Lu Weiwei knocked it off with one hand. "Who wants a slut like you to fake good intentions?"

Yan Yilang finally spoke. He looked at Lu Weiwei's cheap tears and said, "You can go back."

A very cold sentence.

Qiao Xinyou could not stand it anymore, but she also could not say that Lu Weiwei should stay here.

A few seconds later, Yan Yilang broke the deadlock. He closed the door and isolated the crying Lu Weiwei from the outside.

"You..."

"I don't want anyone to ruin our time together."

"But..."

"You can open the door and invite Lu Weiwei in. You can treat her to a meal and also treat her to a bed with us. I don't mind. " Yan Yilang spread out his hands as if it did not matter.

He leaned on the sofa and his feet comfortably placed on the coffee table.

It was too boring to work alone at home that day. Every moment of the day, he hoped that Qiao Xinyou would come back. This girl, on the other hand, actually sympathized with Lu Weiwei. Did she not know Lu Weiwei's acting?

"Then forget it." Qiao Xinyou also sat on the sofa like a lackey. She saw that the fruit on the coffee table was less than ten centimeters away from Yan Yilang's feet. She began to dislike him in her heart, "Foot, quickly remove your stinky feet."

"Smelly? Why do I feel that it doesn't stink."

"It pollutes all the fruits."

... ""

The sound of laughter echoed in the apartment. Outside the door, Lu Weiwei looked at the tightly shut door in front of her and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

"There will be a very interesting scene in two days. I am waiting to see it."

"Youyou, are you still Gao Yang's girlfriend?" After the meal, Yan Yilang asked Qiao Xinyou.

He had been holding back from asking, because he was afraid of ruining the harmonious relationship that they had built up with great difficulty.

Today, Lu Weiwei asked on his behalf.

Qiao Xinyou shook her head, "I have already proposed to break up with Yang."

If Yang and I were still in a relationship, how could I still be so close to you?

"Oh." Yan Yilang laughed very happily. The air was infected by Yan Yilang's smile.

It was a sincere smile that came from the bottom of his heart.

"Then can we be considered dating?"

Can we be considered? Sort of?

They were already living together, yet he still asked if they were dating.

Qiao Xinyou was silent. Along with Qiao Xinyou's silence, what followed was an indescribable oppressive atmosphere.

What beautiful thing was there? This kind of illusory thing was broken.

That kind of beautiful smile and makeup collapsed and fell apart.

"Long live, can you tell me... At that time... why were you so cruel?"

He finally asked.

The truth he longed to know.

He longed to know the truth.

He wanted Uncle Hsu to know the truth, but he had no way of knowing it.

Qiao Xinyou bit her lower lip with her white teeth. She had sent Yan Yilang to prison and suffered so much. She could not let Yan Yilang suffer more.

She did not want to tell Yan Yilang that the kind and kind father you see now is actually a hypocritical hypocrite. He wronged my father and caused my father to commit suicide.

"Can I not say?"

Isn't it good to maintain the beauty on the surface just like that?

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you when you want to say it." In any case, he had already waited for so many years, so he didn't mind waiting a little longer.

"Okay."

After a while, in order to adjust the atmosphere, Yan Yilang asked, "What do you think about the pork ribs at noon today?" That was specially chosen by him.

"Hmm, not bad. It's quite delicious."

Not bad my ass. I didn't eat a single piece.

"I'll send you some braised pork tomorrow."

Qiao Xinyou hurriedly shook her head like a rattle drum. This afternoon was the most embarrassing time for her to eat lunch. She ate all the white rice along with the last bit of fruit.

When she was filming, she only had one feeling. She was hungry. Damn it, she was too hungry.

"Why?" The foodie Qiao Xinyou had changed her personality?

"I'm losing weight."

"You're not fat."

"What do you know? All actresses lose weight in order to look good in the mirror." Qiao Xinyou said righteously and even had a look of disgust as if she did not know anything.

"I heard that when you lose weight, you will lose weight first..." Yan Yilang's eyes fell in front of Qiao Xinyou.

Because it was very warm in the room, Qiao Xinyou opened her coat. The tight sweater inside outlined her good figure very well.

"Pervert, what are you looking at?"

Qiao Xinyou hurriedly covered herself and even hit the big pervert Yan Yilang with force.

When it touched Yan Yilang's wound, the pervert began to sizzle in pain.

Qiao Xinyou hurriedly stopped her hand and turned around with a concerned expression, "It doesn't hurt, right? I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She looked up and saw Yan Yilang smiling.

"Go to hell, you pervert!"