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The only way Ye Xing could call him in Chinese was immediately in Ye Xing's ears.

He waved at Ai Mengting and walked toward her.

The night star was tall and tall. Compared to the European men, he did not look short nor short. Instead, he was about the same size. He had a face that was even more exquisite than a foreigner's.

Everywhere he went, the only thing he lacked was the eyes of others.

"Why did you call me so late?" Ye Xing sat across from Ai Mengting and asked with a smile.

He was always strict in front of others, and only in front of the Ai family could he be so relaxed and unassuming, because when he was a child he almost died from swimming, and it was Eber who saved him.

This was life, and it was an endless debt of gratitude.

This was also why he was close to Ai Ya and the Ai family.

"Brother Ye Xing, the reason I asked you out is to thank you about the wedding last time." Ai Mengting ordered a mocha and an iced coffee for Nightstar.

This action further confirmed Ye Xing's suspicions. This woman was very shrewd.

He was not familiar with her. He had lived with her since she was young, and she didn't understand his habits. They had only met a few times, so they were really familiar with each other.

A sharp light shone in the dark pupils of Nightstar's eyes, and there was a hint of cunning in them. He stirred his iced coffee with a spoon.

"Is this even a matter?" "Compared to that, I would really like to know where AiYa is now." Ye Xing purposely chose the one she didn't like to listen to.

Ai Mengting smiled gently. Her smile was clearly not as bright as the smile she had just given him.

"I did leave something for Sister Ya Ya, but Ya Ya didn't agree to stay. In the end, she left the Ai family. According to what Ye Xiaoxiao said, she is currently looking for a job." Ai Mengting revealed a bit of Ai Ya Ya's information, pretending that she was very concerned about her.

In fact, she hated AiYa more than anyone else because of her. Her legs had turned into their current state, and it was all because of her that she robbed her parents.

Why, when she, the true daughter of the Ai family, came back, no one liked her.

No one cared about how her leg had been injured.

Every day they asked about AiYa, and every day they were concerned about her.

Could it be that these 20 years of being together was more important than her, a person who truly had the blood of the Ai family flowing in her veins?

Now, even his cousin in Z Country cared about her so much.

Then why did they have to bring her back?

Why!

Ai Meng Ting placed her hands under the clothes covering her legs. Her hands were tightly pinching the flesh on her thighs. She wanted to wake herself up and remember that it was all thanks to Ai Ya!

Ya Ya is stubborn. She should be very weak in her heart after what happened. If possible, I will persuade her to go back to the Ai family, whether she is her own child or not. Twenty years have passed, but she still seems to have lived in a family.

Ai Meng Ting smiled apologetically, "Yes, Brother Ye Xing is right. The next time Meng Ting meets Sister Ya, she will definitely make her stay."

Night Star grunted, drank half of his iced coffee, and the two of them went their separate ways.

When he came out, it was already dark. It would take him half an hour to travel back and forth.

Right now, he wanted to return and accompany Tang Wan. He was truly afraid that the killer sent by Ye Jingdong would take advantage of his absence to harm Tang Wan'er.

Without further ado, Nightstar ordered another iced coffee and packed it away.

Ai Mengting looked at his anxious figure and tightly held onto the two ends of the wheelchair. She glared at him and gritted her teeth, "Fine, you all like AiYa. I will kill her now!"

She took out her phone and dialed Mrs. Wang, who had caused the wedding.

The last time they had made a ruckus at the wedding, she was the one who had hired Ai Ya to make her look good. Now that the ruckus was over, she seemed to have a new task for Mrs. Wang.

"Mrs. Wang, remember to ask your hand to taste it. You must make AiYa down to the point that she wants to commit suicide!"

Her sinister eyes were as sharp as knives. Everywhere they passed, it was as if she was the gaze of a god of death!

Her goal was obvious. She wanted Ai Ya to live a life worse than death. All the pain and suffering from the past few years had been doubled.

Ye Xing once again drove his car through the resplendent streets, his mind thinking nothing but about Tang Wan'er.

He wished now that his car had wings to drive back.

He was distracted by the chance encounter with a traffic light, and always felt that something was about to happen.

— —

Country R, Tang Wan's residence.

Tang Wan was sitting on the sofa with her pillow in her arms as she chatted with Yu Zimo.

The awkward atmosphere between the two of them was replaced by an unintelligible English on TV.

Tang Wan watched the night outside of the window gradually darken. She actually wanted to drive Yu Zimo away, but she didn't know how to start. After all, when Yu Zimo first came, he only said that he would sleep, but he had something to do.

If Ye Xing were to return later and see Yu Zimo, she would definitely grow ten mouths and be unable to say anything, but … It was still late at night and he was still some distance away from the city. It seemed like he had to walk for a long time before he could get a taxi.

What would she say?

Tang Wan sighed almost imperceptibly. She wrinkled her brows, as if she had something on her mind.

Yu Zimo saw through her worry and roughly guessed what was going on. He quietly took out his phone to check if Ye Xing had returned.

He just wanted to stay with her a little longer.

Seeing Tang Wan'er so nervous, Yu Zimo was a little disappointed. After all these years of observing the situation, he knew better than anyone else what the meaning of everyone's expressions and expressions meant.

Tang Wan wanted him to leave, but couldn't find an excuse.

"Little Wan, I will leave this place before Ye Xing returns. It won't be hard for you to do it, so you don't have to worry about me. Do you need me to cook you a bowl of noodles? "

Yu Zimo calculated the time in his heart. Before Ye Xing rushed back, he would make enough noodles.

"You can cook noodles?" Tang Wan seemed to have discovered a new world as she hurriedly nodded at Yu Zimo, "Okay, Xiao Wan really wants to eat Yu Zimo's noodles." Coincidentally, she was also hungry.

Yu Zimo touched Tang Wan's long hair affectionately, "Okay, then you watch TV first, I'll cook some noodles for you." He got up from the sofa.

After picking the ingredients from the fridge, he walked into the kitchen like a chef. Even cutting vegetables was standard for a national chef.

Tang Wan was so shocked that her mouth couldn't even close.

What did she not know about this Yu Zimo? An assassin could cook?