A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess

Wen Yu's red wine glass was in the air, and when he heard Jiang Yuhe's words, he was stunned on the spot.

The smile at the corner of his mouth was too late to take it back, and it froze on his face like that. After a few long and short seconds passed, Wen Yu recovered from the stunned confusion. He murmured twice and tried to make himself smile Laugh, "Brother, I—"

"Don't do it again."

"..."

Wen Yu was called CUT directly.

She also wanted to use her prepared routines like every Shura field she had experienced in the past.

But she had never thought that when she truly faced Jiang Yuhe's indifferent eyes and words, her imaginary and routines would be shattered in an instant.

Wen Yu knew when he sent the wrong message, once Jiang Yuhe saw it, with his extraordinary power of detection, he would definitely not feel that he was just sending a wrong sentence at random.

It's just that Wen Yu was surrounded by too much optimism at the time, thinking that he had escaped so many rollovers, and this time he should be lucky enough to avoid it.

However, there are always no wet shoes when walking by the river. If you do it wrong, you do it wrong. She may win ninety-nine times, but the last time she wanted to redeem her sins, God didn't give her a chance to speak.

After the emotional shock, Wen Yu finally lowered his head feebly.

"Did you see it."

Jiang Yuhe did not answer her question.

When I saw Wen Yu and Shen Mingjia taking a selfie together in the study, no one could realize the sound of collapse and anger in his heart at that moment.

He didn't want to come to the restaurant, but in the end he came.

I just hope to find myself the last bit of leeway.

"So have you lost your memory, even for one day."

Wen Yu closed her eyes, only to feel that the whole world was spinning, her eyes were dangling, everything that happened in the past few months flashed like a revolving lantern, and finally stopped on the night when she was devastated three months ago.

The night I met Jiang Yuhe.

The night she started the game.

"No." Wen Yu confessed calmly: "I didn't have memory loss when I woke up from the car accident. It was me deliberately, I deliberately, I wanted to climb on you to avenge him."

The piano music flowing in the dining room stopped inexplicably at this moment. It was obviously a heated room, but the wind outside the window seemed to be all of a sudden.

It's cold to the bone.

After a long silence, Jiang Yuhe seemed to smile.

With this smile full of mockery, he asked: "Are you really called Song Yu."

Like countless hands dragging him into the swamp, Wen Yu desperately tried to climb out a bit, but found that there was no exit at all.

Everywhere was sealed by the lies she told.

Wen Yu didn't answer right away, and Jiang Yuhe understood.

Some things are embarrassing, you don't need to be too clear, just click and stop.

He didn't want to know the rest.

Jiang Yuhe got up abruptly, and there was a harsh sound from the seat and the ground.

Wen Yu raised his head subconsciously and saw the strangeness and indifference in the man's eyes that he had never seen before. The word "Brother" had already habitually reached his lips, but he couldn't say it anymore.

"Give you three hours to leave."

After Jiang Yuhe finished speaking, he turned and left. After a few steps, he stopped without knowing what he thought of. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Wen Yu—

"Do you have anything true?"

The three months of getting along were all deliberate approaches, and even the name told to him later was fake.

Jiang Yuhe didn't know what he was doing, so he spent so long absurdly in other people's games.

Thought it was a hunter, but didn't know that he was the prey of others.

Wen Yu sat in a dazed position, watching Jiang Yuhe slowly disappear into the dining room.

So decisive and indifferent, his character is right.

She had known it a long time ago.

Even though she was still wrapped in a thick coat, Wen Yu still felt the biting cold at this moment. The cold spread from the chest cavity to the fingertips, and the whole person was numb.

In the romantic restaurant, other people's Valentine's Day is still going on, but Wen Yu's Valentine's Day is only left at a loss and at a loss after the truth is torn apart.

I didn't drink a drop of red wine, and I didn't give out a gift. At this time, dressed up, I looked particularly ridiculous.

—Do you have anything real.

Thinking of the words Jiang Yuhe asked, Wen Yu's throat felt sore and painful as if being crushed over and over again, and it was so painful that he couldn't speak.

On the way back to Jiang’s house in a taxi, the rain was getting heavier, and pedestrians hugged their heads to hide from the rain. A couple hid under the same coat and ran in the rain with a smile.

Wen Yu looked at the couple distracted, and was a little envious.

She was thinking, maybe even the sky was not optimistic about the surrender banquet she was preparing tonight, and that's why it rained so heavily.

The rain came so fast and violently that even the weather station issued an early warning.

On the radio, the host introduced the heavy rain tonight and reminded pedestrians to bring rain gear.

Wen Yu remembered the time Jiang Yuhe took her for hypnosis. She said to him in the car, "Brother, if you are well, it will be sunny."

Unexpectedly, the radio station followed up and announced the severe weather for the next day.

Wen Yu still remembers the expression on Jiang Yuhe's face at that time.

I also remember myself at the time, everything that Pi Diandian followed behind him.

At the beginning of a lie, Wen Yu was also step by step unknowingly being bitten by the game he set.

Today, there is no winner in this game.

The car stopped at the door of the villa, Wen Yu got out of the car, and ran home from the rain with his hands. The twelfth aunt was in the living room, and she was stunned when she saw her: "Didn't you go out for dinner with the young master?"

Wen Yu opened his mouth and immediately understood that Jiang Yuhe had not returned.

Yes, he told himself to leave within three hours, how could he be back.

With his character, letting himself leave peacefully like this may have been the last love.

Wen Yu didn't know how to answer the twelfth aunt, bowed his head, said nothing, and went straight to his room on the second floor.

During the three months of living here, Wen Yu tried to leave once when she was a third-class citizen, and then she really blended in and was taken away by her brother. She said nothing but three things, and finally there was such a day. The land was driven away by the owner.

It's real this time.

Wen Yu silently looked around the room he had lived in for three months, which seemed like a second home. At the same time, I thank Jiang Yuhe from the bottom of my heart, and I am willing to give her some time to say goodbye.

There is nothing to pack, just like the previous few departures, except for her own bag and two small objects, everything in this house belongs to the Jiang family and she will not take it away.

WeChat suddenly rang at this time, interrupting Wen Yu's thoughts.

Knowing that Jiang Yuhe wouldn't care about himself anymore, Wen Yu still opened WeChat with the 0.01% hope.

But the moment she saw the portrait, she was still disappointed.

It's not him, it's You Xin.

[Baby, did you succeed in surrendering yourself? Let me make a calculation. Is it time for you to go back to the bedroom now? 】

How ironic.

She did go back to the bedroom, but it wasn't his.

Wen Yu really didn't know why he believed that Jiang Yuhe's liking for him could resist such a truth.

Wen Qingyou's words are still in my ears, but she is still naive in the end.

Wen Yu: [I am packing things at Jiang's house now, I don’t know where to go later...]

You Xin: [? ? ? ? ? ? what's happenin? 】

Wen Yu: [Sorry Xin Xin, I want to be quiet for a while and see you later. 】

After sending WeChat, Wen Yu turned off the phone and put it in his bag.

She glanced at her bedroom for the last time and walked out. She originally wanted to go downstairs, but halfway around, she remembered something and turned back, stopping in front of Jiang Yuhe's bedroom.

After hesitating for a long time, after watching the twelfth aunt's movements several times, Wen Yu gently opened the door.

She didn't come to Jiang Yuhe's bedroom many times. In the past, it was because she was not allowed to approach. Later, she was allowed to wake him up or eat at the door.

Only that time when he entered, he was pressed behind the door and finished his first kiss in a panic.

Wen Yu closed the door and walked into the room.

Jiang Yuhe's bedroom is just like that of his person. The overall tone is black and gray, with simple lines and a strong sense of coldness in every object and scene.

So that Wen Yu can truly feel the way he lives here when standing in the room, as if he suddenly appears in the next second, he will frown and ask her as usual:

"What are you doing here?"

But such a picture will never be seen again.

Wen Yu's nose was sour, and she didn't want to think about it anymore, she walked directly to the cloakroom on the oblique side and pushed open the man's wardrobe.

The eye is a neat row of high-definition shirts.

Although it looks almost black at first glance, it is black, brown-black, jet-black, blue-black, gray-black...

Wen Yu's hand swept across the hanger lightly, and finally stopped on the purest piece of pure black.

She didn't want to take anything with her.

But of him, she wanted to take one away selfishly.

When I went downstairs again, the twelfth aunt sat alone at the table for dinner, and when Wen Yu came down, she called her as usual:

"Have you eaten? I just asked you not to speak, don't blame me for talking too much, have you quarreled with the young master again?"

Wen Yu shook his head, "No."

She stepped forward and took out the bottle of perfume from her bag, "Twelve Auntie, this is for you."

The twelfth aunt was stunned, and looked down, "Send me?"

Wen Yu was too eager to go. Wen Yu didn't have any preparations. This bottle of perfume bought from France has always been her favorite. When she went bankrupt, she even brought it back from Jiangcheng to Beijing for her collection. For her, it was a very beloved item.

It is also the only thing that belongs to me that I can take out right now.

"Thank you for taking care of me these three months." Wen Yu said sincerely.

"..."

Suddenly, the twelfth aunt stood up a little at a loss, wiped her hand on the bib twice, and took the perfume, "No, what are you doing again? Don’t bother you two and frighten me. I can't stand the scare."

Wen Yu smiled, stepped forward and hugged the twelfth aunt gently: "The perfume smells very good, you are so cute, and a spray will be more attractive."

Twelfth aunt: "..."

After saying this, Wen Yu let go of the twelfth aunt. She checked her watch, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's not early, I'm leaving now."

Although the twelfth aunt was still at a loss and didn't know what had happened, she looked at the bad weather outside and immediately took out an umbrella from the cabinet.

It seems that she also noticed that the difference this time was different from the past. After a long pause, she handed the umbrella to Wen Yu: "Child, take care."

Wen Yu nodded, holding back the soreness of his eyes and walking towards the entrance. When he approached the door, he remembered something, and turned to ask:

"Did the siblings of "Yellow Life and Death" finally be together?"

"Huh?" The twelfth aunt was stunned, and shook her head regretfully, "No."

Hearing this answer, Wen Yu hummed softly and smiled calmly: "Thank you, goodbye, twelfth aunt."

Goodbye.

No, maybe never see again.

Stepping out of the gate of Jiang's house, Wen Yu looked back again, and the lights in the villa that had carried countless joys, anger, sorrow, and joy for three months had nothing to do with him from this moment.

In the night submerged by the sound of rain, Wen Yu didn't take a taxi right away, but opened the umbrella and left slowly step by step. When she reached a circular green fountain not far from the villa, she suddenly stopped.

In the past few hours, she bid farewell to her room, to this house, and to the twelfth aunt.

But that man, she didn't even have time to say sorry.

Just go like this?

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

A black car slowly drove into the villa area, and its headlights peeked out a light and shadow in the hazy rain.

Wen Yu, who was leaning against the fountain bypass lamp, stood up straight, breathed a few warm breaths into her palms, and then looked carefully.

This is already the seventeenth car driving into the community, I don't know if it will be Jiang Yuhe.

Five hours have passed since he left the restaurant.

Wen Yu also waited here for more than two hours.

Wen Yu didn't call him, fearing that he would refuse to answer, and even more afraid that he had blocked it.

She didn't dare to bear such embarrassment, so she waited for him to come back here, and wanted to say sorry to him in person.

It seems that only by doing this, the guilt in my heart will be less.

The car was getting closer and the rain was too heavy. Wen Yu tried her best to look at the license plate. When she saw it clearly, she subconsciously clasped the umbrella in her hand, and her heartbeat increased instantly.

It's Jiang Woo Hyuk's car.

It's him.

And Uncle He in the car almost saw the familiar thin figure under the street light at a glance.

He thought he had read it wrong. After the wiper accelerated to wipe off the rain, he stopped the car in surprise and turned back to tell Jiang Yuhe: "Boss, yes, it's Xiaoyu!"

From the faint light, Wen Yu saw what Lao He had said to Jiang Yuhe when he turned his head, and the man raised his head.

I saw her.

Through a layer of glass, through a heavy rain.

But his eyes were too weak, as if he had never known Wen Yu.

Wen Yu seemed to be being pulled by something in his heart. Although uncomfortable, he still tried to let himself go over, wanting to come to him and finish the sentence.

But I don't know if the sky is against her, just after two steps, a strong wind rushes toward her.

I didn’t eat at night and stood in the wind and rain for too long. Wen Yu couldn’t grasp it for a while. The umbrella in her hand was rushed backwards by the wind. Shaved out a long way.

This picture is funny and embarrassing.

Wen Yu was quickly wetted, her beautiful makeup blurred.

She stood awkwardly in the rain, and wanted to go back and pick up the umbrella, but when she turned around, she remembered the couple she saw at night.

She didn't know what was causing her, but she changed her mind again, indulging herself by just standing like that.

Looking at Jiang Woo Hyuk in the car, I tried to find some emotions other than coldness in his eyes, such as—

Distressed.

In the past, he would compromise if she just blushed her eyes.

Wen Yu stood silently like this, while the car stopped less than 20 meters away from her.

One car and one person, in a confrontational posture in the rain.

The rain seemed to fall like crazy, and soon Wen Yu became soaked, why he was so anxious and overwhelmed:

"Boss, boss! It's such a heavy rain, it's okay if you don't do this, I beg you, let Xiaoyu get in the car first."

But Jiang Yuhe finally withdrew his gaze on that figure indifferently.

"Drive," he said.

No mood swings could be heard in the voice.

"boss-"

"I said driving."

"..."

Wen Yu didn't know what the people in the car were talking about, she just waited stubbornly, or gambled.

Bet on this man's last bit of preference for himself.

However, a minute later, the car that he had ridden countless times still drove by him mercilessly.

At the moment she passed, Wen Yu was stunned.

In the past, every time he acted like a baby in front of Jiang Yuhyuk, the scenes that he took all the orders all jumped out at this moment, forming a strong contrast.

Wen Yu thought she would be sad, but when all hopes collapsed and the cold reality shattered her self-confidence, all that was left was endless shame.

At this time, where you are confident, people will still love you.

Wen Yu wiped his face mockingly.

Okay, it's over.

The rain did not seem so cold anymore.

But she was really tired after standing for so long.

Wen Yu slowly squatted down, only to feel that the sound in his ears was slowly getting farther away, and his body was getting lighter, as light as the moment when he was knocked out on the night of the car accident.

…

He didn't know if it was intentional. He could drive a little distance home in two minutes, but he drove 20 yards per hour.

The turtle was moving fast in the rain. He dared not open his mouth to interfere with the boss's affairs. He could only hope that he would drive slower, and then slower, Jiang Yuhe might be able to change his mind.

Even at the corner of the road, Lao He stopped in his own accord.

Jiang Yuhe didn't say anything, and seemed to have tacitly agreed with this move.

His gaze stayed on the rearview mirror.

He looked like a bystander, watching Wen Yu chasing the car two steps with cold eyes, watching her standing in place dumbly, watching her slowly squat down.

I thought I could go on like this without any fluctuations, but when I saw that she was about to fall, there were still ups and downs in the calm eyes.

Only in the next second, a person appeared holding an umbrella and hugged her.

Then the person helped her slowly leave, until finally disappeared in the rain.

The slight emotion in Jiang Yuhe's eyes also faded away, as if it had never appeared before.

The sound of the rain was torrential, and it took a long while before he looked back, and said dumbly:

"gone back."