Wang Ziyun threw a stack of photos of Zhang Zixuan at Wen Zhixun's table: "Look at this is the woman you are thinking about. I don't know how happy I have lived in these six years."

Wen Zhixun saw these photos and smiled: "I believe her. This photography technology needs to be improved. Next time I find a paparazzi with a higher skill, I will not be able to capture her beauty at all."

Wang Ziyun gritted her teeth, picked up the photo of Zhang Zixuan's ears and tore it up, and scolded with red eyes: "Wen Zhixun, what kind of ecstasy she gave you to seduce you to the point of losing your soul. The fact is right in front of you. You can still choose to believe her, why are you so obsessed with it!"

Wen Zhixun squatted down and carefully picked up the broken photos. Wen Zhixun's little move made Wang Ziyun completely angry, and she directly stepped on the fragments on the ground and ravaged them.

"Let go and get out of here! My patience is limited. Wang Ziyun, you have repeatedly challenged my bottom line. I don't know what I will do," Wen Zhixun warned sharply.

Wang Ziyun looked at the broken photo of Zhang Zixuan squatting on the ground like a treasure, wiped her tears hard, leaving a sentence: "Wen Zhixun, you will not be happy when you treat me like this. I curse you that you will never be happy in your life." She ran out of the villa.

Wen Zhixun placed the broken photos on the table, pieced them together in small pieces, touching Zhang Zixuan who was smiling brightly on the photos, "Zixuan, have you really found happiness? Shouldn't I really go back to China? But I really can't bear to let go of every bit of what we were together. Do you know how much I miss you in the past six years? I hope you are happy, but I am afraid that the person who gives you happiness is someone else."

When Deng Ying accompanied Zhang Zixuan back to the hotel room and closed the door, she said gossip: "Zixuan, how are you and Gu Minghe doing? I saw you hugging each other, it's quite fast!"

Zhang Zixuan looked at Deng Ying's expectant face, looked away, and said lightly: "Yingying, I disappointed you. I rejected Gu Minghe's confession. The last hug was thanking him for his always caring for me."

Deng Ying held Zhang Zixuan's shoulders and looked straight at Zhang Zixuan: "Zixuan, you really thought about it. If you miss him, you may never meet something better again."

Zhang Zixuan nodded firmly: "Yingying, I always know what I want. Since I have made a choice, I will not regret it."

Deng Ying looked at Zhang Zixuan so determined, and knew her friend's character well, and compromised: "Maybe this is fate. I have a lot of news now, maybe you want to know now."

Looking at the mysterious Deng Ying, Zhang Zixuan scratched Deng Ying's waist: "What a big news?"

Deng Ying made a surrender statement: "Wen Zhixun has returned to China and asked me about your news." Deng Ying saw Zhang Zixuan's gradually changing color face and quickly turned it aside: "But I did not provide him with your key information, just..." Deng Ying poked each other's index fingers, paying attention to Zhang Zixuan's expression.

Zhang Zixuan asked, "It's just what?"

"I only told him your phone number," Deng Ying said quickly as if she was willing to do anything.

Zhang Zixuan didn't say anything, but just looked at Deng Ying quietly. Deng Ying shook Zhang Zixuan: "Zixuan, you can hit me and scold me, but don't look at me like this, it's scary."

Zhang Zixuan smiled and said, "It's okay. He asked you for my phone number but didn't call me. That means he didn't want to contact me again. It was the breakup I proposed. It was reasonable for him to forgive me. I don't ask him to forgive me. OK, don't think about these things. We have a hard time playing, so we have to be happier."

Wen Zhixun looked at the number one on his phone, paused and dialed out. Zhang Zixuan saw the unfamiliar phone number and was confused for a moment, but pressed the answer button: "Hey, hello!"

Wen Zhixun was extremely excited when he heard the sound of thinking about day and night on his phone for the past six years, but he didn't know what to say. He just quietly put the phone in his ear. Zhang Zixuan put the phone in his ear for ten minutes, but the other party did not answer, "Why don't you talk? It's so inexplicable," Zhang Zixuan hung up the phone directly.

Deng Ying, who was sitting next to her, poked her head out and said gossip: "Who is it? I'll call you tonight?"

Zhang Zixuan frowned: "I don't know, I called but didn't speak, it's mysterious."

Deng Ying suddenly thought of something, opened her mouth wide and said in surprise: "Can it be Wen Zhixun?"

Everything was still, and Zhang Zixuan only heard her accelerating heartbeat, and thought to herself: "Zhang Zixuan, you are so backboneless. It's been six years. Why can't you control your heart when you hear Wen Zhixun's name?" But she still shook her head at Deng Ying: "No way?"

Deng Ying looked at Zhang Zixuan's phone call, who was obviously very much looking forward to the call from Wen Zhixun, but she still held on her face that she refused to admit it, and shrugged helplessly: "Actually, you know everything in your heart, and I can't say much, I'd better take a shower and go to bed!"

Zhang Zixuan smiled at Deng Ying and said, "Go quickly," as she watched Deng Ying enter the bathroom, she quickly replied to a message to the strange number she had just said: "Zhixun, is it you?"

Wen Zhixun looked at the message, touching the message with his fingers tremblingly, and just replied to a message: "I want to know who I am, I will wait for you at a cafe on Kebi Beach at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will only wait for you for half an hour, and it will be overdue."

Zhang Zixuan looked at the domineering reply, gritted her teeth in hatred, and secretly poked the message: "Domediting Demon King, you can make an appointment if you say you want to make an appointment. It's time to wait, I won't go, I won't go, I won't go, what can you do to me?"

But after thinking about it, Zhang Zixuan suffered from insomnia that night, but she got up at six o'clock. After packing up, she looked at Deng Ying, who was sleeping on the bed with a sweet face, and left a note: "Yingying, I'll go out to see my friend, don't worry."

Zhang Zixuan came to Kebi Beach and saw a striking cafe. It was quiet around it. There were only tiny ripples on the endless sea. The slight sea breeze hit the cool and pleasant: "I didn't expect that the beach in the morning was so beautiful and gave people such a comfortable feeling. It seemed that I had missed the best time to visit before. When I came out, I saw a crowd of people, and the beautiful scenery was covered by the crowd."

Zhang Zixuan walked towards the cafe happily, but the closer he got to the cafe, the heavier his mood and his breathing became unconsciously rapid. Six years ago, the scene of a meeting with Wen Zhixun's mother in the cafe was re-staged in front of him. This serious sense of oppression made Zhang Zixuan want to escape quickly. When he happened to step into the door, a voice sounded in his heart: "Why don't we go back! What if it's Wen Zhixun's mother again?" Another voice sounded: "I've come here, let's see who the other party is. If it weren't Wen Zhixun, you could give up. This is also an answer for yourself to wait for the past six years."

While Zhang Zixuan was hesitating, a magnetic voice that Zhang Zixuan could still remember came from the museum: "Since you are here, why haven't you come in yet? Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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