darling, listen to me

But as soon as she took out her phone, she saw Gu Yun's WeChat message, which was sent about half an hour ago.

"I'm back in Kyoto, take care."

Looking at the cold words on the screen, Chen Fei'er couldn't help but smile.

Hehe, it really is the man who pulled up his pants and ran away.

My old lady sent you so many words, how many do you reply?

It's really good, why didn't you leave last night, saying that you had to leave beforehand, wouldn't it be better to let the old lady clean it by herself?

Chen Fei'er opened the door and got out of the car, and scolded Gu Yun all the way, but when she reached the elevator, she took another deep breath and forced herself to empty those emotions.

He is just a child who doesn't know what love is at all.

Originally, all of this was not his fault, he was the one who invited him home...

But that's fine, as long as he's not upset.

I am an adult, the national goddess Chen Fei'er in the hearts of countless men, I have no shortage of men to like, so I will soon...will not be sad.

Chen Fei'er got on the elevator, opened the door and walked into the house.

The house was quiet, Gu Yun's shoes were gone, and he had gone back as expected.

Chen Fei'er didn't let herself think so much, changed into loose clothes in the cloakroom, then walked into her bedroom and closed the door.

There was no TV in the bedroom, so she took out a tablet.

After thinking about it, I searched for a sweet idol drama starring myself, thinking that this way the sense of substitution will be stronger, and besides, the actor’s appearance is also good, and he is not inferior to that little bastard, just to comfort my mother’s injury Heart.

Leaning against the back of the bed, she took out the snacks she had bought at the cost of her death, and then picked up the tablet and placed it on her smooth white lap. The tablet had no support, so it was easy to fall down, so she picked up the white quilt to block it. behind.

There seemed to be a suspicious stain on the pure white quilt, although it was light and small in size, Chen Fei'er still frowned.

I really want to wash it right away, after all, for a girl who likes to be pure and white, having stains on the bed is as uncomfortable as smearing ink on her face.

But she was really not in the mood to do anything now, so she endured it, thinking that she would wait until the housekeeping aunt came.

After flipping the stained side down, out of sight, she found the TV show on the tablet and hit play.

The plot of the TV series is very old-fashioned. It is probably the way a domineering president falls in love with a silly white sweet. This is a TV series starring Chen Feier seven years ago. At that time, she was only a second-tier actress. so so.

But when Chen Fei'er looked at her youthful self seven years ago, she felt a little hurt from it.

Seven years ago, I was only 23 years old, and I was only five years behind the little villain.

Five years old is okay, not too old.

Wait, am I in arrears with my IQ? Seven years ago, he was 13 years old, so he was underage...

Chen Fei'er ate two bites of potato chips, tried to throw away those thoughts, and then focused on watching the TV series.

But no matter how you look at it, the hero is a bit like Gu Yun.

The hero has a younger sister, and so does Gu Yun.

The hero's sister is not relative, neither is Gu Yun.

The male protagonist has a strong business mind, and so does Gu Yun.

The male protagonist cooks well, but he just doesn't bother to cook, and so does Gu Yun.

The hero has two hands, and so does Gu Yun.

The hero has two feet, and so does Gu Yun.

The male lead can walk and talk, and so can Gu Yun.

……

Chen Fei'er finally understood that this method was useless.

No matter how I escaped, it was impossible to forget him.

Especially, lying on this bed where he slept, you can see him as long as you close your eyes.

Chen Fei'er was sure that if it wasn't for last night, then she would never be so sad.

So all of this was caused by herself.

Chen Fei'er actually didn't want to cry like a little girl, because she had already cried once in the morning, and she felt that it was impossible for her to be so weak that she would cry twice in one day because of a small lovelorn.

But when she thought of the word "broken love", she realized that she had actually only been in love for one day, and that day she hadn't experienced the surprises that girls should have, or the rituals that lovers should have, but just kept on...

There was nothing, but he walked past a bunch of fruits beside him.

Chen Fei'er felt very wronged, how could the little bastard treat herself like this!

Why is he so heartless, saying that he likes him, but he didn't even make a formal confession, he didn't even give him a small gift, and he didn't invite him to dinner... At least let him experience the feeling of being chased feel ah!

Also, why is he so cruel, leaving as soon as he says... Even if he disappears after mentioning it, he will at least say a few warm words.

But didn't all of this come from him?

The one to blame, isn't he himself?

Thinking of this, all the emotions accumulated from the company to the home suddenly burst out. Chen Fei'er sat on the bed, covered her face gently, and sobbed and cried.

When crying in the car, she didn't dare to make a sound, but at home, she just wanted to cry hard.

At this moment, Chen Fei'er is no longer that unattainable national goddess, nor is she the boss of a top film and television agency in the industry. She is crying like a little girl who has lost her beloved toy.

The room was specially soundproofed, so Chen Fei'er was crying and cursing without worrying about being heard by the neighbors.

"Little bastard, you have no conscience!"

"My mother will never see you again."

"I see you hitting you once, you little bastard, bullying my old lady!"

……

Just as she was crying until pear blossoms were raining, the door suddenly opened.

Frightened, Chen Fei'er suddenly looked up, but saw that the person standing at the door was the "little bastard" she was crying and scolding just now.

Gu Yun stood at the door with his hands in his trouser pockets, frowned and looked at Chen Fei'er, then sighed.