Sweet Sweet Love

Austin was browsing the news on the Internet. The intimate photo of Aron and Yolande fell into his eyes. He lowered his eyes
slightly. Yolande kept the photo of their love. It could be seen that she had never forgotten Aron after the divorce. Austin felt very
sad.
He threw his cell phone on the bed of the hotel and fell on the pillow. He didn't want to see those photos, never.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
The phone rang loudly, waking Austin up from his sleep. He stretched out his hand and fumbled on the bed. Without checking
the caller ID, he put the phone directly on his ear.
"Hello, who is it?"
His voice was a little low. If you listened carefully, you could tell other emotions.
"It's me. Are you sleeping?"
The pleasant voice of Yolande penetrated his eardrum from the other side of the phone. Upon hearing this, Austin was stunned.
'Is there anything wrong with her taking the initiative to call me?' he wondered.
"Yes."
"Oh, sorry to wake you up."
Austin felt sadder for Yolande's politeness. She and Aron had known each other since they were in college. But they had been
together day and night for the past few months.
"No. what's wrong?"
Her voice softened. "Will your flight land on time tomorrow? I can pick you up. "
"Yes, on time."
"Okay, go to sleep. I have to hang up."
Putting down the phone, Yolande felt something was wrong. On the other side of the phone, there seemed to be something
wrong with Austin. But she couldn't tell what it was exactly.

Yolande closed her laptop, cleaned up the bed, lay on it, stared blankly at the ceiling, and began to fight unconsciously. .
Sunny looked at the comments on the screen and cursed her. Before she could see the photo posted by Yolande, she smashed
her phone into pieces. "Waah... Waah Aron, the netizens were scolding me. They must have been instigated by Yolande to scold
me at the same time. "
"Clap!"
After smashing the phone, she picked up the glass on the table and smashed it on the clean floor, with anger in her eyes. In her
mind, she had cursed Yolande hundreds of times as Yolande set against her. Why didn't Yolande die?
Aron thought that Sunny got so angry because she cared too much about him.
He held her in his arms and patted her on the back with one hand. "No, I'm not angry. I love you now. As for Yolande, I don't even
want to take a look at her."
With tenderness in her eyes, Sunny burst into tears on Aron's strong chest. She pretended to be serious as she wanted to make
him hate Yolande more.
"Honey, don't cry."
He held her tightly with pity, but cursed Yolande hundreds of times in his mind. After crying enough, Sunny slowly stopped crying.
Her eyes were red and swollen, and her pitiful appearance was pitiful.
He gently wiped the tears on her face and said, "Don't cry anymore. Look, your eyes are swollen from crying."
Aron's slender and good-looking fingers gently touched the tip of Sunny's nose. Sunny lowered her head, pretended to smile
shyly. Aron once again held her in his arms lovingly.
"Honey, netizens are cursing me. Did I do something wrong?"
Sunny deliberately raised his voice in a pitiful tone, "you didn't do anything wrong. It's because Yolande is too scheming."
"She is my sister. I don't want to hurt her."
"Alas, Sunny, you are too kind."
Aron sighed. He couldn't see the smirk on Sunny's face.

The next morning
Suddenly, the phone rang.
At four o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang loudly. Squinting her eyes, Yolande temporarily stretched out her white quilt
to turn the clock over. The alarm clock kept ringing on the bed, but she held it in her arms and turned it off.
"I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep a little longer."
A few minutes later, an idea flashed through her mind. Did I forget something important? Suddenly, something occurred to her.
Austin got off the plane at half past five this morning, and she had to pick him up.
She suddenly sat up from the bed and almost forgot such a big thing.
She quickly got out of bed, put on her clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up. After cleaning up, Yolande went downstairs
with a wooden ladder. Mona had already prepared breakfast.
"My ladyship, let's go to the airport to pick up master after having some food."
"It's too early. I can't eat."
She went downstairs, took out her phone and called her assistant. "Mrs. Gu, I made some porridge for you. Have some before
you go."
After Yolande called her assistant, she found that she would arrive in twenty minutes. Looking at the millet porridge cooked by
Mona, she sat down and had a bowl of it.
"Mona, I'm leaving."
"Go ahead, lady," Mona said with a kind smile.
With a bag on her shoulder, Yolande got in her assistant's car and drove all the way to the airport. She didn't know what kind of
medicine the master took and why he insisted her to pick up his son in the middle of the night. He had only been on a business
trip for two days. Yolande rolled her eyes and complained in her heart.
The car arrived at the airport. "Lady, we have arrived at the airport."

"What time is it now?"
"It's just past five o'clock," the assistant replied.
"There is still half an hour."
Yolande pushed the door open and got out of the car, followed by her assistant. The airport was full of people, and Yolande stood
aside.
She shrank her neck, and a cold wind went into her neck, freezing her to the bone.
'Oh, no! I was too anxious to wear a scarf when I went out.' The wind at the airport was strong, and after a while, Yolande
shivered with cold.'
Several security guards were standing at the airport to maintain order. Yolande walked back and forth on the ground.
"Lady, you can go to the car first. It's too cold here."
"No, thanks. Maybe he has arrived," said Yolande with a grateful smile.
A small plane appeared in the dark night sky. Yolande raised her head and looked at the small plane growing bigger. The plane
slid on the runway and slowly landed. She squeezed into the crowd and saw from a distance that Austin was carrying a suitcase,
wearing a black down jacket and a thick scarf around his neck.
Among the crowd, Yolande waved at Austin. Seeing her, he carried the suitcase and continued to walk forward. His hansome's
face was stiff and his eyes were indifferent.
Walking out of the crowd, Austin looked at her closely. He felt sorry for Yolande. Her face turned red with cold and her body
trembled slightly. Was this woman out of her mind? She didn't even wear a scarf when she went out in the middle of the night.
Yolande smiled at Austin. She couldn't understand the strange expression on his face.
"Let's go. It's so cold."
"Oh, you wears so little. I thought you weren't cold," Austin said, raising his eyebrows.
Yolande twitched her mouth lowered her head slightly. Austin gave his case to the assistant, took off his scarf and put it gently on
her neck.