Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Fan Bingbing was very angry. How could she think like that? She wanted to vent her anger on her boyfriend, but seeing how serious he was, she calmed herself down and quietly left.

Meanwhile, Gao Yuanyuan, sitting on the sofa in Courtyard No. 8, was staring blankly at Shanghai TV.

"It seems I've come at the wrong time."

"No, you've come at just the right time."

"......."

It is the currently popular TV series "Little Li Flying Dagger".

Gao Yuanyuan watched the scene on TV. Although the plot wasn't what she expected, she still subconsciously twitched her lips. She couldn't concentrate on watching anymore. Well, she hadn't really been paying attention to it in the first place.

She picked up the remote and changed the channel, then switched to "Young Hero Fang Shiyu." The lead actor seemed to have insulted that chubby guy. Gao Yuanyuan frowned slightly, then changed the channel again, and then stared at GG in disbelief.

"He insulted the chubby boy, so why does he feel disgusted by it himself?"

The moment this thought crossed Gao Yuanyuan's mind, she went berserk, feeling as if caterpillars were crawling all over her body, making her extremely uncomfortable.

"Ahhhhhh"

Actually, although the two only officially clashed today, they had been in each other's minds for a long time. Take Fan Bingbing for example, she felt disgusted with Gao Yuanyuan from the first moment she saw her.

Whether it was imagining slapping the other person in her mind for a long time, or crying and leaving under the other person's mocking gaze, as time went by, as they became more and more dependent on Yang Che, their mutual imprints also deepened. However, they kept it in their hearts and could not tell outsiders or even themselves.

The brain I met today seemed to have been unleashed from a sealed seal.

Even so, Gao Yuanyuan, after calming down, became resentful again. The more she thought about it, the more upset she became, and then she buried her face in her knees and sobbed.

I don't know how long I cried.

I felt tears streaming down my thighs and onto my underwear...

Then she sniffed, looked at the luggage that was almost packed, and went forward to distribute it.

Because there was a suitcase containing clothes for both of them, she needed to take hers out.

Holding it, tears fell into the suitcase.

It turns out I was just deceiving myself from the beginning, how could I possibly accept that?

Slowly, Gao Yuanyuan packed her clothes into her backpack, then curled up on the sofa, looking at the things the two of them had bought together, and gradually closed her eyes. She was so tired.

............

As for Yang Che, when Fan Bingbing urged him to go to sleep for the third time, he glanced at the time and saw that it was already 10 o'clock, so he carried her back to the bedroom.

This time, quite a few tricks were used; anyway, by 11 o'clock, Fan Bingbing was fast asleep.

Yang Che was almost bursting with self-admiration; he was absolutely awesome.

Then he left a note on the bedside table and left with his storyboard.

The advantage of the proximity between the two places came into play for the first time, and Yang Che arrived at Courtyard No. 8 in just 6 minutes.

I went straight upstairs, unlocked the door, and then discovered that it was locked from the inside.

Well, the surprise is over.

Yang Che had no choice but to take out his phone, which rang several times before Gao Yuanyuan's dazed and hoarse voice finally came through.

Then she opened the door, wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown.

Neither of them spoke, and they naturally kissed.

Then she tore at his clothes and made her way to the bedroom.

At that moment, Gao Yuanyuan felt as if a dam she had repaired in her heart had suddenly burst.

She thought of a line her boyfriend wrote in "My Sassy Girl": "If unrealistic expectations become the source of happiness, then life will be incredibly painful."

So, do whatever you want.

A while later.

Gao Yuanyuan hugged him, bit him, and shouted as if venting her anger, "Why did you come back? I was going to break up with you."

Yang Che ignored her and stared into her eyes, asking in a deep voice, "Beautiful?"

"Yang Che, I'm going to die."

"......"

One hundred and eighteen minutes later.

Yang Che held her tightly and whispered, "Don't even think about running away. No matter where you run to, I'll bring you back."

"I'm not running anymore. You have to be good to me, Yang Che~ I'm so sleepy."

"Sleep, sleep."

"Um."

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye, October 9th.

Yang Che looked at Gao Yuanyuan, whose eyes were red and swollen and who was hissing and laughing, and said with great heartache, "You don't need to go. There's a concert in Hong Kong in December. We'll go then."

"I've already taken the leave. It's nothing, I'm just sleepy, I'll take a nap on the plane and I'll be fine."

.........

At 9 a.m., Gao Yuanyuan and Yang Che boarded a plane to Zhuhai.

Fan Bingbing was lying on the headboard, looking at a piece of paper.

Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, I didn't wake you up.

Little Fatty, believe me, you are not a choice I made after weighing the pros and cons, but a firm decision I made even though I knew it was impossible, after my heart was moved.

I will become incredibly powerful, just so I can always protect you. Please allow time to prove that.

Sweet words are all carefully thought out, but my feelings for you are genuine.

Okay, I have to go be with her, after all, it's something I promised.

What's promised is promised, just like I promised you, and I promised your dad, that I would always protect you.

澈」

Although his mention of "her" made Fan Bingbing a little unhappy, her heart still felt warm and itchy, like a spring breeze blowing across a meadow.

Little Fatty touched his face and muttered, "I'm never this flustered during sex."

Actually, this is what it feels like to be in love.

On the other side of the plane.

The two were in business class. As soon as they sat down, Yang Che said to the flight attendant, "Excuse me, could you please get a blanket for my wife?"

The flight attendant, who was quite old, smiled warmly upon hearing this.

Gao Yuanyuan smiled shyly and turned her back to look at the porthole. Because she was wearing sunglasses, her eyes could not be seen, but the corners of her mouth, which were almost stretched to her ears, clearly showed that she was very happy.

Feeling unusually at ease, Gao Yuanyuan watched her boyfriend draw a bridge for a while, then wrapped herself in a blanket, tilted her head, and fell asleep, still very sleepy.

After Yang Che realized she had fallen asleep, he carefully took off her sunglasses and put a baseball cap on her head.

Yang Che suddenly thought of something, stood up and looked around the entire business class. There were quite a few people sleeping, but no one was wearing an eye mask. Well, this thing is not yet widespread.

Yang Che shook his head and continued drawing. He wasn't just drawing a bridge; he also drew the Lingdingyang Bay, and the bridge connecting Hong Kong, specifically Central. He was currently drawing it in pencil, but once he finished, he would have Lin Mu turn it into a large-scale watercolor painting.

The flight attendant slowed her pace several times as she passed by. She was convinced that this handsome young man was a bridge designer, and judging from his demeanor, he must have studied abroad. She assumed he and his newlywed wife were on their honeymoon in Zhuhai...

Okay, the flight attendant has already imagined a romantic love story between a wealthy young man and a rich heiress.