"He's already mine, you're not even a passerby."

Eighty-three:

After he said the last sentence, his face changed instantly to one of anger and hatred.

Chen Yu laughed lightly, "It's none of your business what's between us."

He looked at Wenhao Guo with contempt, threw away the paper he was wiping his hands on, and turned around to walk out the door.

Wenhao Guo stopped him, said angrily, " Chen Yu , you have wronged him in the past, bullied him, insulted him, trampled on him, you are now married to him, you should double to make up for it, double to be good to him, instead of letting your nature, arbitrary behavior!"

"Roll."

"Of course you want me to leave, if I hadn't left back then, how would Qing Xiao have gotten together with you! He liked me so much back then, and I liked him too, so we should be together! Instead of now, he married you and didn't even have a wedding, letting others speculate about your marriage every day!"

"What did you say?" Chen Yu froze for a moment, as if he hadn't heard clearly, "You said he liked you back then?"

"What else?" Wenhao Guo asked back, "Do I like you?"

Chen Yu was silent.

Qing Ling of course did not like him, at that time he and Qing Ling, the only interaction is Bai Ling, he did not want to see Qing Ling, even see one side feel annoyed.

He couldn't even remember what Qing Ling was like in high school... Green? Gentle? Flamboyant? Or fearless?

His memories did not include Qing Ling's adolescence, and he did not know what Qing Ling was doing or what she liked during that period.

He also didn't know that Qing Ling, at that time, had actually liked people.

He looked at Wenhao Guo , and the other was glaring at him in defiant anger.

His looks were okay, his height was good, and his family history was barely acceptable.

But that's all.

His grades are not great, his character is not mature enough. What does Qing Ling like about him?

Or, was his liking, in the first place, not related to any of this?

Chen Yu couldn't figure it out.

He thought of last night, when Qing Ling told him that Wenhao Guo had come to see him, and he hadn't cared, only saying that it was good that the other person didn't like you.

Qing Ling didn't admit it, she just laughed and he laughed it off.

Now that I think about it, Qing Ling, at that time, didn't deny it.

He had never hidden anything from himself, even something as important as Bai Ling's life, and he had let himself know truthfully.

However, he chose to remain silent on the Wenhao Guo matter.

Chen Yu couldn't help but clench his fists, and for a moment, his heart ached.

He went around Wenhao Guo and tried to walk out, but Wenhao Guo stubbornly blocked him and tried to continue talking to him about Qing Ling.

Chen Yu clenched his fists and abruptly punched over, instantly pinning Wenhao Guo to the wall, "Who do you think you are, and what qualifications do you have to be here to meddle in my business with him."

He looked at Wenhao Guo, his eyes were as deep as iron, but there was a hidden anger jumping, "Are you being resentful? But what's the use of being unwilling, he's already mine, you're not even a passerby."

He let go of his hand, and Wenhao Guo reluctantly returned, "Then I also love him more than you do, and care for him more than you do!"

"With a bang, Chen Yu threw a punch that Wenhao Guo didn't have time to avoid and was knocked to the ground.

Mao Tang, who had just walked to the door and wanted to come in, was momentarily stunned and did not dare to move.

Chen Yu condescendingly looked at Wenhao Guo with deeper anger in his eyes, "Self-righteous."

He said those four words calmly and turned to exit the bathroom.

Mao Tang froze and rushed after him.

" Zong Yu , what's going on, I ......"

"The next time you let me see him, we won't, in the future, need to work together."

Chen Yu interrupted him, took the jacket handed over by the waiter, ignored him, and left the hotel.

The chauffeur had already parked his car and was waiting for him outside the hotel.

Chen Yu got into the car and leaned back in the seat, but his mood was not as calm as on the surface.

He looked at the scenery in front of the car, but he couldn't seem to see it clearly, and Wenhao Guo's words always echoed in his ears.

Does Qing Ling like him?

I used to like it. What about now? Do you still like it?

What did they meet and talk about yesterday?

Why would Wenhao Guo accuse himself of not wanting a wedding because Qing Ling actually wanted one all along?

But if so, why didn't he tell himself?

He was silent with his thoughts, and as he was thinking, his cell phone rang.

It was Qing Ling's exclusive ringtone, which she had set for him once when they were watching a movie.

He took a second to calm himself and picked up, "Hello."

"What's going on?" Qing Ling asked, "I just finished eating."

"I just finished eating too."

"So late." Qing Ling was surprised, "You have an engagement today?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then go back and rest early, and if you haven't eaten well, ask the family to prepare some snacks for you in advance."

Chen Yu listened to his tone, as always, gentle and considerate.

He asked, "Do you want us to have a wedding? It's been so long, it's about time we had a wedding."

Qing Ling didn't expect him to ask this and replied, "There's no rush, let's wait until my career stabilizes a bit more."

"Don't you want to?"

"You want to?" Qing Ling persuaded him, "Just wait a little longer Little Fish, there's no rush in these one or two months."

Chen Yu sniffed and answered lowly, "Good."

Qing Ling smiled, "You're so nice, Little Fish."

Chen Yu listened, for some reason, suddenly a little heartbroken.

He wanted to ask him, so do you like me?

But don't dare ask.

Qing Ling said I want to like you, and he always thought that was enough.

It had been the most beautiful words of love in the world, but he realized today that it wasn't.

He wants to like him because he doesn't like him enough to do so.

But, he had once developed a liking for another, for another person.

Someone who is very different from his character.

So it's simply too normal for Qing Ling to dislike him, because perhaps, he's not his type at all.

That's why he needs to work hard and keep getting closer to make him like him.

Commissioning.

Barely.

"Why have you suddenly stopped talking?" Qing Ling asked him, "Tired?"

Chen Yu let out a "hmmm", his mind was a bit confused and he didn't even know what to say.

"Why don't you rest for a while then, I was just thinking about you so I wanted to talk to you and nothing serious."

"I miss you too." Chen Yu said.

He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Very much."

Qing Ling smiled instantly, "I'll be back as soon as I can, don't worry."

"Good."

He heard himself say, as if offhandedly, "By the way, I ran into that old classmate you were talking about yesterday at the dinner party today."

Qing Ling sat up abruptly, surprised, " Wenhao Guo ?"

"Uh-huh."

"What did you guys say?" Qing Ling Inexplicably a little trembling.

Chen Yu laughed a little and asked him, "Are you afraid of what we might say?"

"Of course not." Qing Ling denied, "Just curious."

"What do you think we'll say?" Chen Yu asked.

Qing Ling replies to him with her chin in her hand, "I don't think you guys are going to say anything."

Chen Yu listened to his words and slowly, gently opened his mouth.

He said, "We really didn't say anything."

Qing Ling is just relieved.

Chen Yu looked at the scenery outside the car, the shadows and the traffic, and in a blink of an eye, the passing scenery had disappeared, indistinguishable from the real.

He heard himself and Qing Ling say, "I don't know him well."

They really don't know each other well, and what Wenhao Guo says is not necessarily credible.

Just as Qing Ling doesn't want to have a wedding right now, maybe Qing Ling hasn't told him she likes him either, and it's all just Wenhao Guo's self-involved, wishful thinking.

Qing Ling is so intent on marrying him that she even goes so far as to force the marriage, and has changed drastically since the wedding, taking the marriage seriously with him.

He is obviously different from the others about himself, and he has clearly said that it is hard to want his love, so how could he go and like Wenhao Guo so easily?

Everything may be a lie by Wenhao Guo.

Chen Yu folded these things and put them in the bottom of his heart, not wanting to bother with them.

He and Qing Ling chatted for a while longer before he was forced to hang up when his cell phone ran out of battery.

Wang Jia Guan is still awake, saw him back, took the jacket on him, and said to him, "Sit down first, just now the lady sent me a weibo, said you are almost home, let the family prepare some snow pear soup, both to relieve the wine, but also clear the lungs, I'll go to give you a bowl over."

"Good." Chen Yu sat down on the sofa.

Jia Guan had a bowl of it, brought it over and put it in front of him.

Chen Yu sipped and suddenly asked, "Did someone from the family come to look for Qingqing yesterday?"

"Yes, a high school friend of the lady's."

"What was said?" Chen Yu asked.

Jia Guan hadn't expected him to ask that; normally, Qing Ling would have told him, and he wouldn't have asked himself.

He did not know, it is not good to guess, then said, "did not say anything, the other party seems to have just come back from abroad, by the way to buy a gift, just said to send a copy of the lady, the lady confiscated, and politely refused."

"Nothing else?"

"I don't think so." Jia Guan said, "I was busy and didn't pay attention."

Chen Yu nodded slightly.

"Is something the matter?" Jia Guan asked him.

"No." Chen Yu said, "It's just that we met at the dinner party today."

"So." Jia Guan looked at him, "That's quite a coincidence. But if you have something you want to know, why don't you just ask Madam? It's also better to ask me what I can know."

Chen Yu looked up at him and thought You know a lot.

He didn't say anything though, he just smiled slightly and said calmly, "Well."

That night it rained.

It wasn't raining too hard. Chen Yu was sitting on the small balcony of his bedroom, looking out the window at the rainy scene, but he couldn't recall Qing Ling's high school days.

He remembers his high school days, Han Xu's high school days, Qi Huo's high school days, and even Bai Ling's high school days, but not Qing Ling's high school days.

His high school was a once upon a time that he had not been a part of, something he hadn't felt much about before, but regretted today, after being brought up by Wenhao Guo.

If he could, he would have hated to have known Qing Ling since high school, or earlier, middle school, elementary school, kindergarten.

He accompanied him through every part of his life, every metamorphosis, they always had each other in their lives, they were always each other's only one.

But there are no ifs in this world, so now, he can't even think about Qing Ling's high school days.

Not only high school, but all the periods before his marriage, he couldn't remember, couldn't recall.

He missed out, his most glorious teenage years.

That night, Chen Yu slept very late and was very restless.

He contacted Tong Shu the next morning and asked him to bring him the photo album that Qing Ling had left at Ling's house.

"All of them?"

"Uh-huh." Chen Yu said, "Both."

"Then I'll bring it to you this afternoon."

"Noon." He said, "You drop it off and I'll buy you dinner."

"But I have something to do at noon, at the earliest it'll be four or five in the afternoon first." Tong Shu thought.

Chen Yu smiled, then gave in a little and said, "Alright then, but you remember to send it over earlier. When you're done with your work, you'll send it over when you have time."

"Good." Tong Shu promised.

It wasn't until he hung up the phone that he suddenly realized that he had absolutely no idea what all of Qing Ling's albums were!

He only went back to Ling's house this year, and I don't know when Qing Ling took pictures when he was little, and when he didn't, and what if he missed it?

Tong Shu thought about it and called Bai Ling and handed the matter over to him.

"You don't have class this morning anyway, so go home now and get organized and send it over to your sister-in-law at noon okay?"

"Why don't you go yourself?"

"Good question, do I know how many pictures my brother took when he was a kid? Did we hang out together, or did we take pictures together? What do you think Hatchet?"

Bai Ling, who has been dissed every day for taking over the magpie's nest: ......

Bai Ling 蓋脸，关键是他也不知道啊!

He and Qing Ling used to be so bad, who knows how many photos Qing Ling took!