The Big Villain Asked Me to Save Him When I Was Reborn

Chapter 79 Lover [One more] (For so many years, you

Cheng Ye could feel the woman’s gentle and delicate hands, and gently stroked his feet, pressing them gently.

She did not wear gloves.

As soft as in memory, he could feel the tenderness of the woman before him deeply buried in his heart.

Cheng Ye stretched out his hand and gently touched her drooping face, which was already wet.

“Manman, don’t cry, I’m back.”

“So, so?”

“Can you start again?”

Jiang Manyi didn’t answer, got up and went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and looked at the already mottled makeup in the mirror, and his embarrassed self…

How to start again, they are already farther apart than the sky.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Man followed the bathroom, his eyes were reddish, but there were no tears, and his face was reapplied with makeup.

“Mr. Cheng came here today, it’s not for massage therapy, right? You can speak up if you have something to say.”

Cheng Ye sat on the side of the bed, with his wet calves hanging down, and said, “I don’t want to cry you, I never want to.”

“It’s just a bit sentimental to see the old friend.” Jiang Manyi smiled a strong face: “Mr. Cheng, don’t think too much.”

“I heard Xiao Yu say…”

“She is not your child.”

“I know.” Cheng Ye smiled helplessly: “The first time I saw it, I knew it. She is not like me, not like you… let alone you.”

Jiang Manyi was so surprised that he couldn’t imagine Cheng Ye would say this.

How happy Jiang Yu is after returning from Haicheng!

“You know still…”

“But she called me Dad.”

Cheng Ye’s throat seemed to be stuck with lead: “She was named Jiang Yu. She used our daughter’s name. She called my father. She cried at the time. She missed me so much. What can I say? Not your father? I can’t tell, as long as she wants to. I will treat her as my child, and I will recognize her.”

This sentence completely collapsed Jiang Manyi’s psychological defense.

She could no longer hold back her emotions and control her emotions.

Cheng Ye opened his hands and said with a smile: “Long Man, let’s have a friendly hug with an old friend.”

Jiang Manyi walked over, did not hug him, grabbed his loose collar, and kissed him.

His lips are still soft, just like when they were a teenager, with tears infiltrating and a bit salty and bitter.

Cheng Ye soon took the lead, turned over and suppressed her on the chair…

Jiang Manyi felt that the man was coming, and she blocked him hard: “It’s not possible here.”

Cheng Ye tried his best to endure, with burning desire in his brown pupils, pleading: “Manman, except you, I don’t have a woman, I haven’t had it in many years…”

“Xiao Yu is away at night, you come home.”

The corners of his mouth curled up: “Okay.”

…

In the evening, Jiang Manyi returned home, took a drenching hot bath, and then put on a delicate makeup for himself.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I don’t know if it is an illusion. After taking a bath, my skin seems to have regained its elasticity and finally looks much more beautiful.

Jiang Manyi’s appearance when he was young didn’t say that at that time, even Bu Tanyan said that if she dressed up well, she would be beaten by her.

This is the only place that can bring her courage and let her stay with that shining teenager without being cowardly.

But the boundless beauty, after all, can’t stand the friction of time.

Jiang Manyi talked lightly, and after calming down, he felt that today was really…too impulsive.

The flames of adults tend to ignite at the slightest point. He is a man she loves so deeply…

But in the future, they can have a moment of affection, but there will be no future.

After all, it is not the age at which you can move forward and fearlessly. Adults will consider many realities.

They are too far, too far apart.

Jiang Manyi shook his head and threw these thoughts into his mind. In any case, tonight… he belongs to her, and for a few hours, he is already a special gift from fate.

Jiang Manyi sent Cheng Ye a position, then went to the market not far downstairs to buy vegetables, and went home to make a rich and romantic candlelight dinner.

Soon, the door of the room was knocked, Jiang Manyi opened the door, and Cheng Ye stood before her in disguise.

He went back and changed his clothes, a formal suit, a white shirt tailored appropriately, his tie was neatly tied, and his temperament was elegant. He was holding a bunch of gorgeous roses in full bloom.

It’s just that when he smiled at her, he looked a little bit ruffian, and he felt like a gentle scum in a suit.

Twenty years ago, Cheng Ye, the angry rock boy, the gangster who used his own power and music to resist the world, now appeared in the public eye with the most popular and commercial attitude, and accepted the applause of the crowd.

But Jiang Manyi could see the singling sparks in his eyes, and her rock boy was still there.

In the past, she avoided everything related to him, not because she lied to herself that he had changed.

But because of all the changes in Cheng Ye, she has never witnessed or accompanied him. What she missed was his life.

That’s where Jiang Manyi’s will forever lies.

…

Jiang Manyi took off his suit, hung it on the hook of the hallway, and then unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt: “The air-conditioning at home is not very good, it is a bit hot, I will give you the soda you like.”

Cheng Ye didn’t speak, looking around this small two-bedroom room of less than 80 square meters. The room was not big, but it was decorated very warmly, with fresh flower arrangements on the cabinets.

But… the room is still small and terrible.

She has lived in this kind of old and broken house for so many years, and it can be seen that her life… is actually not good.

Cheng Ye said that “I have found someone with better conditions than you” for her back then. He was worried for many years and couldn’t let it go for many years, so he never took the initiative to learn about her current situation.

He was afraid to hear that she was really well and happy.

It seemed that he was the only one left in the quagmire of feelings, and it was difficult to break free.

He didn’t want to admit it.

There are several photo frames on the shelf in the hallway, which are photos of her and her daughter.

Cheng Ye walked over and touched a photo with his fingertips. This was a group photo of the mother and daughter taken by Jiang Yu when he was about three years old.

In the photo, the woman is holding the little girl standing in front of the carousel, and the little girl smiles very brightly.

The long time at this time, and the appearance of first love…

“Is it because of light rain?”

In fact, Xie Yuan had already found him that night in Haicheng and explained everything clearly.

“It has nothing to do with Xiao Yu.”

At that time, I chose to leave, not all because of the little lives around me.

Jiang Manyi never had confidence in this relationship.

It’s not that he is bad, but because he is so good, low self-esteem is with her from beginning to end.

At that time, Cheng Ye had already signed a contract with the company, and he was already well-known. His future… can really be expected.

But for her, her native family has limited her life. After so many years of singing in bars, she has not been able to sing well.

Perhaps, Jiang Xiaoyu next to her was just an opportunity for her to make up her mind to end this relationship.

He has a better future, and she can’t hold him back.

“It has nothing to do with Xiaoyu.” Jiang Manyi choked his throat and said with difficulty: “It’s me, I want to leave you.”

Cheng Ye couldn’t accept this sentence, and his face sank: “Want to leave me?”

“Yeah, I want to leave…”

He sat at the table and was silent for a long time, his mouth curled up absurdly: “Forget it, it’s been so many years, there is no need to ask about it.”

“Yes, it’s not necessary.” Jiang Manyi swallowed the sore throat with difficulty: “Cheng Ye, we are all this age, there is nothing we can’t let go of.”

He looked at her, his eyes clinging to her: “Did you let me go?”

“What if you can’t let go, where you are now…Do you still want to fall in love with me?”

“What kind of love.” Cheng Ye pulled her to his side and kissed her lips hard: “I want to marry you.”

Jiang Manyi’s pupils trembled, his eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief.

His lips were slightly cold, but the tip of his tongue was very hot, biting her fiercely, a bit stinging, she tried to refute with difficulty, all the words that had not been said were melted by him in this gentle and not gentle In the kiss.

Jiang Manyi tried to break away from him, but he held him tighter, his slender waist was held in his hand, and his hot and humid breath slapped her ears: “For so many years, Manman…I want you to make up for me.”

Jiang Manyi melted completely, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly.

She took it out of Cheng Ye’s left pocket… and bit it open.

…

“How many changes have been made in spring and autumn,

How much rugged and unchanging love,

How sorrowful you are in the crowd…”

The man hummed the “Lover” tune and floated out of the bathroom.

Jiang Manyi lay on the table, holding his cheeks, looking at the cool food on the table, falling into the sage’s time when his brain was empty.

There is no doubt that both she and him need such a thrilling “hot bath” to wash away the dust and suffering of this half-life.

She can still remember his taste clearly, and it hasn’t changed much from when she was young.

But in the time just now, she really felt that she was eighteen years old.

She did compensate him well, and all the reasonable and unreasonable requests that were very interesting to men were given to him.

The bathroom door opened a small slit, and he shouted, “Long.”

“What do you need?” Jiang Manyi got up.

“you.”

“…”

“come on in.”

“To shut up.”

Jiang Manyi ignored him. She knew that this man’s character was just a little rascal, even if he was a star now, he would be a bastard.

The more she accommodated him, the more he got worse.

Cheng Ye came out of the bathroom, naked, wiping his wet hair with a white towel, walked up to Jiang Manyi, leaned over and gave her a fragrant kiss.

“Our Manman is still as warm as ever, thank you.”

When he was young, he would also thank her every time it was over.

Compared to politeness, it is better to say that it is a compliment and praise to her.

“Who else have you said thank you?”

“No more.” Cheng Ye said with a smile: “Someone gave me a seat on the bus, and I didn’t say thank you.”

“Poverty.”

Cheng Ye hugged her on his lap, stepped his head into her neck and rubbed her like a dog.

She pushed his head away: “How old are you.”

“Let me think about it… as if I just turned nineteen this year?”

Jiang Manyi smiled: “Then you don’t behave like you were nineteen.”

“It seems that Manman is not satisfied yet.” Cheng Ye said that he was restless again. Jiang Manyi pushed him away with a smile, and said repeatedly: “No, I’m talking nonsense. Our brother is very good.”

When Cheng Ye heard her calling him “brother”, a trace of sentiment passed through her heart and said softly in her ear: “If you are satisfied, just marry your brother?”

“Don’t make such a joke with me.” Jiang Manyi’s smile faded.

Cheng Ye looked at her: “I have made a lot of jokes with you, but I am as sincere as I was twenty years ago on this one thing.”

Before Jiang Manyi had time to speak, suddenly, the sound of turning the doorway came from the door.

Seeing the light in the room, Jiang Yu kicked away the shoes on his feet and entered the room–

“Mom, you are at home, didn’t you say you have to work overtime.”

Jiang Manyi bounced off Cheng Ye like a spring, standing stiffly by the wall, “Xiaoyu! You… why are you back?”

Cheng Ye sat on the sofa with only a white bath towel on his upper body.

Even the countless concerts of ten thousand people have never had a moment, making him so at a loss, and beckoning to her with a strong smile: “Baby, Dad is home.”

Jiang Yu twitched his mouth and moved away. Behind him was Xie Yuan, who was carrying two bags of vegetables and cooked food.

“I ran into Uncle Xie outside of school and said to come and sit… sit down.”