As the dinner came to an end, Lin Weiyang reluctantly suppressed her drunkenness and ordered Jiang Jie to drive Mr. Lewis and others back to the hotel, but decided to walk back to her villa in New York by herself.
Jiang Jie looked at Lin Weiyang, whose eyes were filled with confusion, and gave her a worried look. Lin Weiyang looked back with a faint smile and waved her hand in greeting.
After everyone left, she could no longer hold back the wine rolling back and forth in her stomach, and went straight to the toilet. Her eyes were red from vomiting, and tears were streaming down her eyes. Over the past five years, there have been countless dinners like this, and every time
She would vomit violently after drinking alcohol, which would arouse the weakness hidden in the deepest part of her heart. Once she drank, her heart would be broken.
Cold water was slapped on her face, and the delicate makeup on her face, eye shadow and rouge were diluted with water, and the colors were mixed together. This effect on Lin Weiyang's face added a touch of enchantment.
The water from the faucet was still gushing out, and she sarcastically thought of those photos she had seen in the coffee shop that day. The ambiguous sexual color could be deeply understood even if she was not immersed in the scene. If it were not for the deep love,
How could it be so lingering?
...
After she calmed down, she put on her makeup again and walked out of the hotel with elegant steps.
※※※This is the first time for Lin Weiyang to stroll around the night market in New York so leisurely.
As she walked along the street, her deserted attitude attracted quite a few heads. She did not shy away from these glances, and she actually had a swaggering smile on her lips, which had always been relatively low-key.
She was wondering whether those women who lived in applause every day had a past that was unbearable to look back on...
In her subtle thinking, she didn't notice the chain across her feet. As soon as she lifted her feet, she stumbled forward. She had no center of gravity to support her entire body, so she was bound to be injured.
She closed her eyes, the wind whistling in her ears, and she was prepared to be hurt. To her, these injuries on her body were nothing compared to those on her heart.
Pedestrians watched this scene one after another. When everyone was feeling sorry for this flowery oriental woman, Lin Weiyang felt a strong arm lift her into his arms. She opened her eyes suddenly, and a strong manly breath swept her away.
She was surrounded tightly, and at the same time, the cold gaze made her scalp numb instantly.
Shangguan Yao looked coldly at the woman in his arms. When he came out of the club, he happened to see this ghostly woman on the street. Her distracted look made him involuntarily drive and follow her. If he had come a step later...
After seeing clearly who was coming, Lin Weiyang didn't think much, broke out of the embrace, stabilized his rapid breathing, and looked at Shangguan Yao who was still emitting a purple cold light in annoyance, why is he here?
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?"
A man and a woman asked questions at the same time, without any mistakes.
The distance between the two was not too far. The smell of alcohol on Lin Weiyang's body was stinging, reaching his nose. A flash of focus flashed in his calm purple eyes, "What kind of wine does a woman drink? Do you need someone to accompany you?"
At the same time, he walked up to Lin Weiyang, causing the surrounding women to scream. How could this mixed-race man be so thrilling?
"No." She lowered her head and frowned, feeling that she was on the wrong side of the road and felt unlucky.
Shangguan Yao remained calm, waiting for her to speak again.
"Just company entertainment."
"Walk."
"Where to go?" She opened her eyes wide.
"I think you need to vent."
Under the hot gaze of everyone, the beautiful oriental woman was carried by the stern man into the Cadillac parked on the street. The car flew away in a cloud of dust. Behind her, the sadness that shattered the ground still lingered.