Chapter One Hundred and Forty A Little Heartache and a Little Heartbeat
Yin Ze turned a deaf ear and still stubbornly took the wine bottle. With a push of his hand, the bottle opened naturally. He raised his head and drank it in a slurping manner. His drunken red cheeks were tinged with a trace of haze. He was beautiful and looked like a fairy. He was drunk.
Well, when you are drunk, you don't have to think so much. When you are drunk, you may be able to forget her. He has to slowly forget her and remove her from his memory.
"Master," the housekeeper couldn't help but remind him again. Yin Zeli ignored him and stood up unsteadily. The housekeeper stepped aside automatically and stopped talking. Yin Ze staggered around him.
Walking into the hall. Although he had been drinking all night, his consciousness was still sober. It seemed that he had really reached the legendary state of being able to drink without getting drunk. No matter how much he drank, he didn't seem to get drunk. He didn't know
Out of anger or anger, he threw the half-drunk wine bottle to the ground. He didn't look at the shattered glass shards on the ground, and didn't care that the wine-red liquid was stained on his trousers. He just walked forward, minding his own business, butler.
Yin Ze followed him step by step, but Yin Ze said with a hoarse tone in his throat, "Don't follow me!!!"
The butler's footsteps stopped abruptly. He saw his young master, the extremely noble young master, walking into the hall with his downcast figure step by step. The gray Zhongshan Villa was still the same, but the old face of the butler became more and more kind. It was him who had been there since he was a child.
Seeing the eldest young master, he has no children in his life, but the young master is equivalent to his son! The housekeeper was hesitant, should he tell the master about this? Or wait a few days and see.
Let’s talk about the situation?
Yin Ze put his hand on the wooden escalator and looked in the direction of the third floor. He walked up step by step very slowly. He went up to the third floor and opened the door of the sky garden. The fragrance filled the room.
The roses in the room swayed with their own unique style. With just one glance, he saw the blue flowers among the thousands of roses. His eyes were a little blurred, as if he had entered that memory again. Only here is the place.
What truly belongs to them, only Tian Seyu, who has existed here, truly belongs to Yin Ze.
He will always remember that when she opened the door here, that cute look covering her red lips in surprise, Yin Ze closed the glass door and walked into this sea of flowers. In the center of the flower shape, there were blue roses and petals.
As deep as sea water, as crystal clear as dewdrops, and as soft and sensitive as a lover's heart, he lay down sideways in the middle of them, careful not to crush them, just like facing Tian Seyu, he was equally cautious and careful to please.
, love carefully, even, in front of this woman, he learned to be humble like never before.
That was the first time he confessed to her. Even though she didn't hear anything, he always thought that as long as he paid, she would only need to acquiesce in his love. He asked her about the flower language of the Blue Enchantress, even though she didn't give it.
The answer he wanted, he could only take it as acquiescence, acquiescing to her indifference at that time.
How much he wanted to tell her about the flower language of those two blue enchantress, how he had always thought that she was his destiny when he met her. However, Yinze closed his eyes, and his nose was filled with the fragrance of roses.
So warm, so warm, just like the woman he loved accidentally broke into his life like this.
He changed his scoundrel attitude for her, he changed his scoundrel attitude for her, and he no longer looked for flowers and plants for her. He only hoped that from the moment he fell in love with her, he would be clean. He changed from a person who never believed in love.
After meeting her, she fell in love with the man who only loved her, and everything is now like a beautiful dream.
I always believe that you are my destiny. Xiaoyu, can I still believe that you are my destiny? If I let you go, you will live a happier life. Is it time to let go?
As soon as the off-duty time passed, people in the office began to collect things. Tian Seyu started to have a headache while collecting things. After that day, Qian Junxi became even more serious. Almost as soon as the off-duty time came, he came to the door of the company to wait for her.
If this continues, she will really hate him to death.
Sure enough, when Tian Seyu saw the red Maserati and the evil man again, he instinctively took a detour as he had done in the past few days. His sharp eyes saw her who was about to escape with just one glance. , and then he stopped in front of her in a few steps. His voice was full of tenderness: "Xiaoyu, I'm here to pick you up after get off work." This sentence he said almost every day these days.
Tian Seyu rolled his eyes speechlessly, tightened the bag in his hand, and still refused politely, "Qian Junxi, I seem to have said that I won't take your car." After saying that, she walked around him,
She didn't even look at him. Now she felt panicked when she saw him. She was not used to Qian Junyan with such a gentle voice, as if she was looking at a person's face.
When he arrived, it was like another person.
Indeed, Qian Junyan has changed a lot for her. He no longer talks to her loudly and has learned to care about her, so now every day, no matter how busy he is, he will come to pick her up, even though every time she replies to him,
It was always rejection. So, he just suppressed the anger in his heart and kept speaking to her in a gentle tone, but his tone contained a threat, "It is said that there have been robbers in your area recently, so you should let her go."
I'll take you back!! "It's such a far-fetched reason. It seems that it would be even more unsafe to go back with him! Tian Seyu snickered in his heart. After realizing what he was doing, he cut off the thought in his heart.
, she was actually moved by his love. Knowing that she couldn't defeat him, Tian Seyu had no choice but to get into his car reluctantly.
Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was extremely dull. She gritted her teeth and said nothing, while Qian Junyan didn't say a word until she was sent to the door of the apartment.
Tian Seyu didn't know where she was angry. She got out of the car angrily. When the car door opened, Qian Junxiang held her hand. She was shocked, but he seemed to see through her thoughts.
There was a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth, and he comforted: "Don't move, I won't touch you, I just want to say I arrived early, good night."
Tian Seyu got out of the car door and stood there blankly watching the shadow of the car gradually disappear from sight.
This good night made Tian Seyu's heart tremble slightly, because he knew that she didn't want to see him, so he left without any attachment. Is that so, Qian Junyan???
She walked back to the apartment in a daze and opened the door. She was still conscious at that moment. Suddenly she realized what she was doing. She was heartbroken for Qian Junyan. How could her heart still hurt for him? This
Hasn’t this feeling disappeared?
With alarm bells ringing in her heart, Tian Seyu couldn't care less, dropped her bag and ran to the bathroom. The silver faucet rushed down, she picked up the water and rushed it to her face. Later, she even poured it all over her face.
Facing the faucet. No, how could she feel heartache for him, how could she still feel heartache for him. In late autumn, the water was undoubtedly cold, and her face was covered with splashes of water, but she still kept pouring the water.
I washed it on my face until my face was so cold that it was almost stiff.
She supported the countertop, looked at herself in the mirror, and hypnotized her over and over again, "Tian Seyu, you should hate him, you should hate him, how could you, and still be moved by him?" You?
Falling in love with him is like a moth flying to a flame. Didn't I teach you a lesson three years ago?