Eighty-Nine: Love Buried by Time (Eighty-Nine)

The housekeeper could clearly feel the change of mood on the other end of the phone, and his heart was lifted. He replied carefully: "Miss Jing never asked or said anything else. She didn't finish reading the news, and went to the greenhouse to take care of the herbs she had just planted in the past two days."

It turned out that she was so leisurely.

No matter what news he had, it couldn't affect her mood.

Yu Zeyao couldn't tell what he was thinking at the moment. A mixture of powerlessness, frustration, and anger made him suffer.

It seemed that he was facing a ball of cotton. He wanted to conquer her urgently and wanted her to be moved by him, but in the end, he had nowhere to exert his strength.

"Sir, do you want Miss Jing to answer the phone?" The housekeeper asked uncertainly.

"Forget it." Yu Zeyao hung up the phone after saying these two words. He stood at the window for a while, stabilizing his slightly heavy breathing.

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On the other side.

Jing Yu was actually not sleepy at all.

Lying in bed, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She struggled until she got a headache. The more she slept, the more exhausted she became. She had to get up from bed again. When she went downstairs, she saw the housekeeper just hung up the phone. She subconsciously asked, "Is it Mr. Yu's call?"

The housekeeper looked up, "Yes, Miss Jing. You're awake."

Jing Yu nodded, said "Oh", and asked casually, "Didn't he let me answer the phone? I wanted to ask him something."

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I asked the gentleman if he wanted to ask Miss Jing to answer the phone, but the gentleman said it was not necessary. It might be because I said Miss Jing was still taking a nap."

Jing Yu didn't say anything else. Yes, if he really had something to find her or wanted to talk to her, why would he call downstairs? He usually called her mobile phone directly.

She couldn't tell why she felt lost in her heart. She felt low in spirits, and now she felt even more weak all over.

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Evening.

It was already very late at night.

Jing Yu was flipping through the book on his legs, but he was completely distracted. Thinking that she would probably sleep alone in this big house tonight.

She had been experiencing this for several days, and she was still not used to it.

The house was too big and too quiet, so she didn't dare go downstairs. Although, she knew that the bodyguard he arranged was just outside the door.

The whistling sound of the cold wind outside the window made her feel more and more empty in her heart. It was as if a heart in her chest was drifting and helpless, with nowhere to settle.

Jing Yu couldn't help but wonder, at this moment, which country was he in? Was it cloudy or sunny there?

Was he holding hands with Mo Huan and meeting in the square to watch the blue sky and white clouds? Or, was he leisurely watching a street magic show with Miss Mo on the streets of a foreign country where no one knew him? Even, he could go to the cinema that all ordinary couples love to go to.

Thinking of those scenes, her heart suddenly ached.

She found that she knew nothing about him. She couldn't even imagine what expression he would have when facing Mo Huan.

Because, he had never done all this with her.

That's right.

After all, they were not a couple. Perhaps, in their mutual understanding, they are not considered lovers.

Jingyu suddenly couldn't read a word, sighed, covered the book, turned off the light and got into bed. Fortunately, the heating at home has been sufficient, even if it is cold outside and no one is at home, she doesn't feel too cold. The only thing that makes people uncomfortable is that it is extremely difficult to fall asleep.

She was groggy and didn't know what time it was. When she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a car horn outside.

Jingyu woke up all of a sudden and sat up from the bed. She opened the curtains and looked out. In the deep night, several lights penetrated the darkness and came from far to near. At this point, there will be no one else here.

Jingyu took the watch next to her and took a look. It was already more than three o'clock in the morning.

She walked out of the room alone in her pajamas. When she went downstairs and walked to the door, the car outside had stopped. She put her hand on the door handle and wanted to open the door, but it was suddenly pushed open by someone from the outside.

The one who opened the door was Zhuang Yan.

He was very strong, and Jing Yu didn't notice. He pushed the door back violently, and the door hit her nose heavily. Her nose was sore and her eyes were red. She took two steps back. Stars began to appear in front of her eyes.

Zhuang Yan said nervously: "Sorry, Miss Jing, I thought you must have gone to bed so late. Are you okay? Do you want to call a doctor to see?"

Jing Yu pressed her nose and didn't say anything. It hurt a lot, but she didn't smell blood, so it shouldn't be a problem, at least there was no bleeding and her nose was not broken.

But, for some reason, when she looked up and saw Yu Zeyao, who was wearing a windbreaker and dusty behind Zhuang Yan, the sourness in her eyes suddenly became more.

She felt that tears were about to fall out of her eyes uncontrollably. She was really not a person who liked to cry, and she was not so delicate that she couldn't stand this pain. But it was so strange at this moment.

"What's wrong?" Yu Zeyao asked with a frown. He was asking her.

He was just behind and didn't notice what was happening here. However, under the light, he could clearly see the tears in her eyes. Those tears, before they fell, had already gripped his heart.

Zhuang Yan explained: "I opened the door too hard just now, and it seemed to hit Miss Jing's nose."

Yu Zeyao's heart tightened when he heard this, and he didn't even bother to change his shoes and walked towards her. Jing Yu felt even more bitter when she saw him coming. She didn't say anything. When he walked in front of her, she looked at him resentfully, and turned around and walked in, covering her nose.

Yu Zeyao looked at the back with deep eyes and was stunned for a moment.

Zhuang Yan sighed: "Miss Jing seems to be angry with me."

"Is she angry with you?" Yu Zeyao asked uncertainly.

"Of course, it must hurt to be hit like this. I'm afraid it's all bruised. The look in her eyes when she looked at me just now was really angry." Zhuang Yan said: "How about I go up and apologize to Miss Jing and ask the doctor to come and see?"

Yu Zeyao hoped that she was angry with him. But now that he heard Zhuang Yan say that the collision was serious, he didn't care about those messy things. He threw away his windbreaker and followed alone, and didn't forget to tell Zhuang Yan, "You don't have to follow me, go back and rest."

"Then do you want to call the doctor again?"

"I'll see what happens."

Jing Yu knew he was behind him. The sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground was very clear in such a quiet night. It was like stepping on her heart again and again. The image of the man behind her and another woman standing quietly arm in arm in a strange country began to pop up in her mind again unconsciously - she thought she didn't care about these things, but at this moment, her heart felt so sour as if it was being kneaded and torn by something.

She couldn't help but speed up her pace.