Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Chapter 557: Lonely Pear Blossoms Congeal Beauty

How could his sister Feifei, who was as pure as ice and as innocent as a cabbage, be taken away by someone like this!

The more Jiang Ye thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still, and he choked on a mouthful of noodles.

Cough cough, cough cough...

Ling Yao handed him a tissue and asked with concern: "Teacher Jiang, what's wrong?"

Jiang Ye suppressed the turmoil in his heart, calmed himself down, and asked, "Has your father always lived in the same room with your stepmother?"

Ling Yao's eyes were clear: "They are husband and wife, they should share a room. Is there any problem?"

Jiang Ye: "..."

A heart is broken, broken into petals, broken into falling flowers and flying all over the sky.

At the end of the world, where is the fragrant hill? It is better to collect the beautiful bones in a brocade bag, and cover the romantic love with a cup of pure earth. Woo woo woo...

Two lines of sad tears rolled into the instant noodle bucket.

Ling Yao was startled: "Teacher Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Ye choked up and said, "I'm heartbroken. It's so painful. You won't understand the pain of having your heart broken into pieces!"

Ling Yao: “…”

He really doesn't understand!

But, could the national male god with half of the fans also suffer a broken heart?

Who is so blind that he dares to dump the national male god!

He pondered for a while and said comfortingly: "Your condolences."

Jiang Ye had nothing to love and was heartbroken.

Putting down the bucket of instant noodles, he murmured, "Can I borrow your shoulder?"

Ling Yao: “…”

"can."

I came over, sat next to him, and lent him my shoulder.

Jiang Ye lost all hope, hugged him tightly, rested his head on his shoulder, and was as sad as a small vegetable.

Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

No, it's the little cabbage, the yellow one in the field, two or three years old, without a mother, living a good life with daddy, only to be afraid that daddy would marry a stepmother, who has been married for two and a half years, and having a younger brother is better than me, my younger brother eats noodles while I drink soup, tears well up when I pick up the bowl...

Tears welled up in my eyes...

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Ye was in tears when suddenly a cold voice sounded.

Looking up, they saw Ai Fei, wearing a casual long-sleeved shirt and trousers, with a frown on her face, looking at them suspiciously.

Jiang Ye: "..."

He sat up straight in an instant and murmured, "Why are you here?"

Ai Fei: “…”

"I came out to drink some water. Sorry, you guys continue."

She picked up her cup and turned back to the house in a daze.

Jiang Ye saw that she was cool and upright, without any trace of a married woman, and his tearful mood stopped for a moment.

Well, sleeping in the same room doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll have a wedding night!

Why did he scare himself and give up first?

Besides, even if they have their wedding night, they can still divorce and remarry. He is really out of his mind!

Jiang Ye's emotions came and went quickly, and he immediately called her and said, "Sister Feifei, I just tried another version of the new song. Do you want to listen to it?"

Ai Fei knew that he needed to have a feeling when singing, and he could sing well when he felt it.

He immediately stopped, leaned on the edge of the island, nodded and said lightly: "Okay, you sing."

Jiang Ye adjusted his breathing slightly, and soon, his delicate and long voice sounded in the silent night.

"Amidst the rain of flowers, a sleepless night, a frosty dawn, a sword in hand, a journey across the barren plains, the west wind whispers, a solitary smoke trails across the road home..."

Smiling at the world, the lonely pear blossoms condense into red beauty, the youth follows the water, and in vain I weave three thousand strands of black hair...

The sound quality is like jade, and the ups and downs are meticulously detailed. The emotions gradually spread like a silk net, bringing people into the ancient scene in an instant.

The national male god’s singing skills are not to be underestimated. After he finishes singing a song, the whole world seems to be still in that long and distant moment.