"Actually, it's good to marry you. You are independent, smart, and unique. [ #_ ] won't stick to me, won't be jealous, and will not interfere with my freedom. I was a little guilty about you because I treated you as a substitute for Juer. But now I find that my guilt is superfluous. At least I treat you as a substitute, and in your eyes, I am not even a substitute."

"What's the best alternative? I have to waste my feelings. Even a little bit of feelings, I'm too lazy to waste. Liao Jinpei, just think I'm your pet. Live cats and dogs will have feelings. You can think I'm a ceramic pet placed on the coffee table. If you like it, you won't be so stupid that you give your true feelings. If it breaks, just buy another one."

"Your thoughts are so special, but unfortunately I don't have time to amazed your thinking. You are my wife and I can't like you. I always feel a little disappointed."

Liao Jinpei looked at Ye Ayen and smiled. The corners of his lips had a natural curve of upturning. Combined with the ambiguity in his eyes, there was a kind of uneasy temptation. The brightly colored purple shirt made him look first-class in his temperament, and his every move showed nobility. He sat next to Ye Ayen, and his shadows were reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass, turning into a poetic and painting-like scenery in the light of the night. If they were really a couple, it would be a wonderful match.

But Ye Ayen was not that simple. She took a sip of wine, and some light-colored liquid was stained on her lips, like dewdrops on roses, which was particularly attractive.

"Men can like many people, but women are not like this. I am afraid that if I am empty and lonely one day, I will take your liking seriously, be jealous, entangled, check your whereabouts, look at your mobile phone, cry and make trouble, and don't let you leave me. You are annoyed, quarrel with me, speak ill of each other, encourage your mistress to slap me in the face, and help others beat me. I cried and went to the police station to test my injuries, which made your family uneasy."

Ye Ayin was obviously exaggerating, but she spoke in a very good manner, and even the details were well-crafted.

Liao Jinpei couldn't help laughing: "You won't be like this."

Ye Ayin raised her eyebrows: "It's too early to conclude now."

Liao Jinpei came over and stared at Ye Lingyin's bottomless ink-colored eyes. His smile spread in his eyes, but Ye Lingyin's pupils were always indifferent. There was like a mirror, reflecting anything reflected in it back.

Liao Jinpei said: "You don't have love in your eyes. You won't fall in love with others. You don't plan to give your feelings."

Ye Ayen was slightly stunned, lowered her head, and looked at the reflections rippling in her wine glass.

The long hair scattered down, covering her expression.

Liao Jinpei continued: "Ye Ye Lingyin, how can you not find a man who is better than me under your conditions? Do you want an idol star or a wealthy young man? You can get it with a little thought. I know Lin Luowei likes you very much, and Ke Yunze is the same. You will cause a sensation that is no less than ours, but you did not choose them. I guess you are not going to let yourself fall into love. Maybe it was Xue Huaixi's regretful marriage that made you disappointed in love, or maybe it was because you didn't have confidence in yourself. I don't know the various reasons."

Ye Yiyin raised her eyes and glanced at Liao Jinpei.
Chapter completed!