1735: C1735 Love That Can't be Turned Back

C1735 Love That Can't be Turned Back

Zhang Ya was also stunned when she saw the message sent by Yi Lanyou.

Wang Hongfei and Xiang Jiu'er?

There was such a thing?

She remembered that Wang Hongfei had been with Feng Youran before. . .

Feng Youran and Xiang Jiu'er. . .

These two people could be said to be as different as heaven and earth, right?

So. . .

Wang Hongfei's criteria for choosing a spouse was really a mystery. . .

After chatting with Yi Lanyou for a while, Zhang Yacai said goodbye to Yi Lanyou. He searched the website and forums for information on PT1-7 and found nothing. Zhang Ya wrote down PT1-7 in her notebook and then marked the time to go to the library in her diary.

"It's about time. " Zhang Ya looked at the time and tidied up the desk briefly. She went to take a shower and then sat on the bed with a book that she had not finished reading before. She covered her legs with the blanket and used the light on the floor next to the bed to read.

At this time, Zhang Ya's phone rang.

After removing the charging port, Zhang Yacai picked up the phone and answered. "Ah Ke? What? She's not asleep yet?"

" What time is it? " Wan Xingke said," Didn't I need to go back to the capital during the holidays? You should be careful in Z City. If there's anything wrong, contact my brother immediately. "

"Don't worry. " Zhang Ya smiled and said, "Help me say hello to Patriarch Wan. "

"I know. " Wan Xingke nodded and seemed to have thought of something. He said, "If I saw that you didn't come home, I would be very disappointed. "

"Zhang Ya's chest tightened and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ever since she had a relationship with Wan Xinghao, she did not know how to look directly at Patriarch Wan.

Patriarch Wan really loved her and treated her very well. She knew all of these, but she did such a thing. Other than knowing that ethics were wrong, she also felt very sorry for Patriarch Wan.

Zhang Ya did not want to dwell on this issue anymore, so she changed the topic. "By the way. "

Zhang Ya told Wan Xingke what Yi Lanyou told her.

"No way. " Wan Xingke's heart suddenly skipped a beat. "Wang Hongfei? Are you talking about my deskmate, Wang Hongfei? He and Jiu Er?"

"That's right. " Zhang Ya nodded and said," But I heard Youyou say that it was just a confession. Whether Jiu Er agrees or not, I still don't know. "

"This, so it is like this. " Wan Xingke casually replied and lowered his head and did not reply.

After a few more words, Wan Xingke hung up.

He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Wan Xingke placed his hand on his heart. The feeling was very complicated.

"It's his business who he likes. It has nothing to do with me. " After muttering to himself, Wan Xingke stretched out his hands and patted his cheeks. "Wake up!"

After recovering his vitality, Wan Xingke took a deep breath. "I don't have time to think about this. I still have to explain to brother. "

She knew that Wan Xinghao's feelings towards Zhang Ya were more complicated, but now that the matter had already been resolved, many things were no longer possible.

When she walked to Wan Xinghao's door, she heard him practicing to speak.

Every word was not very clear.

"I. . . Am. . . Mud. . . " Wan Xinghao repeated the words over and over again, his hoarse voice carrying an air of annoyance.

Wan Xingke stood at the door, but he did not have the courage to walk in.

She knew how painful Wan Xinghao's throat was when he practiced over and over again. She also knew that Wan Xinghao practiced for Zhang Ya.

It was obviously impossible, wasn't it?

Then why did he practice this?

[I love you] That's all. So what if I say it?

Maybe it was possible, but it was impossible, wasn't it?

As her younger sister, she really didn't want Wan Xinghao to continue being obsessed. As a bystander, she couldn't say those words.

How difficult was it between them?

Wan Xingke knew better than anyone else.

"I. . . " Wan Xinghao felt a pain in his throat and coughed hard.

"Brother. " Wan Xingke pushed the door open and went in. "Are you alright?"

"Wan Xinghao waved his hand and picked up the cup next to him and drank it.

The water passed through his throat and hurt a little. There was also a faint smell of blood lingering in his mouth.

His vocal cords had improved a lot. He could now pronounce simple syllables, but it was not fluent yet.

The prescription that Zhang Ya developed was very effective to him, but the effects were slower.

"Your throat is not healed yet. Don't try to be brave. " Wan Xingke said, "There's still a long time. There's no need to force yourself, right?"

Wan Xinghao shook his head, indicating that it was nothing. He put down the cup and gestured, "Why are you here?" What's the matter?

"I have to return to the capital during the fifty-first holiday. You should protect little aunt well. " Wan Xingke deliberately mentioned Zhang Ya's identity and said.

He nodded. There was no emotion on Wan Xinghao's face.

"Brother. " Wan Xingke looked at Wan Xinghao and said, "You. . . " After taking a deep breath, Wan Xingke said, "Don't. . . " He opened his mouth but could not say the rest of his words.

He closed his mouth and turned around to leave. When he reached the door, he stopped and said, "Brother, there is a dead end in front of us. It is a cliff that is tens of thousands of feet high. You can turn back. " Then he left.

. . . " "Wan Xinghao smiled bitterly. How could he not know?

But he had no way back.

Even though he knew that he would be doomed if he kept going forward, he could not turn back.

Even though Zhang Ya seemed to be avoiding him intentionally after he returned to Z City from Jingdu. However, he did not mind. Every week, she would still give him a checkup. He liked the feeling when she got close to him.

He could see the reflection of himself in her pupils. He could smell the fragrance from her body. He could remember that night.

Every time Zhang Ya asked him to try to speak, he would only open his mouth and not make any sound. At most, he would only say, Yes, ah. Such a simple syllable.

[Strange, this shouldn't be the case. ]

Zhang Ya could not figure it out. Logically speaking, Wan Xinghao should be able to say some simple words.

But Wan Xinghao himself knew that it was not that he could not say it, but that he did not want to say it.2

He hoped that she could hear that the first sentence he said was not simple: Hello, bye bye, Apple. It was the words he wanted to tell her the most - I love you.

Only this was his obsession.

Practicing over and over again, it still sounded strange.

Wan Xinghao didn't even know how many times he had practiced it.

The three simple words were so difficult for him.

However, he believed that as long as he took the medicine and cooperated with the treatment, he would definitely say those three words.

"I. . . Ah. . . Mud. . . "

April 28th afternoon, Wan Xingke sat in the backseat of the car and chatted with Zhang Ya. Very soon, they arrived at the airport. Wan Xingke waved his hand and said, "No need to send me. You guys can go back. After I register, the security check will be done. You guys can leave first. If it is the peak hour after work later, there will be a traffic jam again. "

"Alright. " Zhang Ya nodded and said, "Then you take care of your safety. "

"Don't worry. " Wan Xingke waved his hand and gave Wan Xinghao a look before he turned around and left.

"Let's go. " After Wan Xingke disappeared around the corner, Zhang Yacai looked away and said, "I have to check you again today. I hope you can speak normally today. "

Wan Xinghao nodded his head and looked at Zhang Ya walking in front of him. The corner of his mouth raised slightly.

I love you.

He believed that the day he said those words to her would not be too far away.

On the other side, after Wan Xingke boarded the plane, he went straight to the Jingdu and returned to the Wan Family. He had just entered the Wan Family when he found a guest in his home.

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