Chapter: 1970
As if the tide had receded, an inexplicable sense of emptiness swept over Ye Fan's heart.
He stood up, stood proudly at the Yunding Mountain Palace, and looked down.
In the distance, there are thousands of lights and a sky full of stars.
However, even though Ye Fan has this boundless scenery, no one can share it with him.
What's the fun in that?
After a moment of silence, Ye Fan picked up the phone and looked down.
There is no message on WeChat, and there are no missed calls on it.
It's been two days.
Since yesterday's Haitian feast, that girl has never been in touch with her again.
Ye Fan sighed the most, shook his head and smiled helplessly.
"This woman, can you really make me angry?"
To Qiu Mucheng, Ye Fanruo said that it was impossible to not be angry before.
After all, no man can feel at peace when he is looked down upon by his closest woman.
But thinking about it carefully, Qiu Mucheng couldn't be blamed either.
On one side is the wimpy son-in-law who has been married for three years, and on the other side is the all-powerful Jiangdong tyrant.
Not to mention Qiu Mucheng, Ye Fan estimated that even his own mother would not believe that the two identities so different could be the same person.
However, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, the anger in Ye Fan's heart has long since dissipated.
As Chen Nan said, bumps and bumps are inevitable between husband and wife.
Both parties need a little more understanding.
Moreover, Qiu Mucheng's starting point is also for the good of Ye Fan.
However, the wrong method was used.
In the end, Ye Fan picked up his phone and sent Qiu Mucheng a WeChat message.
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In the villa in the eastern suburbs, there are lights on.
A stunning and graceful woman, wearing a chiffon dress with a camel woolen coat outside.
The long dyed hair is loose, making her more intellectual and mature.
She finally tidied up the coffee table and glanced back at the LCD TV in the living room.
It's the weather forecast after the news.
"Yunzhou, moderate to heavy snow~" JrNovels.com
He stood up, stood proudly at the Yunding Mountain Palace, and looked down.
In the distance, there are thousands of lights and a sky full of stars.
However, even though Ye Fan has this boundless scenery, no one can share it with him.
What's the fun in that?
After a moment of silence, Ye Fan picked up the phone and looked down.
There is no message on WeChat, and there are no missed calls on it.
It's been two days.
Since yesterday's Haitian feast, that girl has never been in touch with her again.
Ye Fan sighed the most, shook his head and smiled helplessly.
"This woman, can you really make me angry?"
To Qiu Mucheng, Ye Fanruo said that it was impossible to not be angry before.
After all, no man can feel at peace when he is looked down upon by his closest woman.
But thinking about it carefully, Qiu Mucheng couldn't be blamed either.
On one side is the wimpy son-in-law who has been married for three years, and on the other side is the all-powerful Jiangdong tyrant.
Not to mention Qiu Mucheng, Ye Fan estimated that even his own mother would not believe that the two identities so different could be the same person.
However, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, the anger in Ye Fan's heart has long since dissipated.
As Chen Nan said, bumps and bumps are inevitable between husband and wife.
Both parties need a little more understanding.
Moreover, Qiu Mucheng's starting point is also for the good of Ye Fan.
However, the wrong method was used.
In the end, Ye Fan picked up his phone and sent Qiu Mucheng a WeChat message.
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In the villa in the eastern suburbs, there are lights on.
A stunning and graceful woman, wearing a chiffon dress with a camel woolen coat outside.
The long dyed hair is loose, making her more intellectual and mature.
She finally tidied up the coffee table and glanced back at the LCD TV in the living room.
It's the weather forecast after the news.
"Yunzhou, moderate to heavy snow~" JrNovels.com
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