Jiang Yuezhou watched Ye Beibei leave step by step at the banquet that day. He did not stop her and just let her leave. Ye Beibei never looked back, even though he wanted to stop her and tell her that he didn't really mean to
Let go of her hand.
Ye Beibei's name rolled in his throat, and he almost blurted it out several times. He even thought about pampering himself, overturning what he had said before, and becoming a capricious man!
However, he still did nothing after all. Some things in this world cannot be achieved with just hard work... they also require the other party's response and courage.
If you can't guarantee that you love each other, then it's better not to be together. Wishful love is sometimes not the starting point of happiness, or the beginning of pain.
That night, Jiang Yuezhou drank too much at the banquet for the first time. Zhang Yang drove him home. With the brief paralysis of alcohol, he felt that his thinking had become sluggish. He slowly walked into the place where he and Ye Bei had been.
The house in Beitong's home was still eerily quiet. His footsteps would echo. There were luxurious furniture and extravagant decorations, but there was no sign of life at all.
He suddenly regretted saying those words to Ye Beibei. He had been like this for so long, and why did he say so easily that he wanted to let go for love?
You are already so miserable, why are you pretending to be a saint for the sake of love?
Jiang Yuezhou suddenly couldn't control his emotions and kicked away a blue glazed porcelain vase that was nearly a person's height next to him. With a sharp cracking sound, the colorful ones scattered on the floor, and there were a few large fragments.
In front of him, green and red flowers were blooming vividly on porcelain, and he slumped down on the sofa in the living room.
The low-pressure darkness outside the floor-to-ceiling windows resembled the gloomy face of an old man. The wind that came up at some point shook the trees in the garden vigorously. The flowers and leaves without roots were delicate and fragile. Wherever the wind blew, they stopped.
Jiang Yuezhou felt very uncomfortable. He felt that the saw blade that had been placed in the corner for a long time was pulled up again, with disgusting rust, and cut his heart in half.
As soon as he entered the banquet hall tonight, he saw Ye Beibei standing in the corner. She was wearing a very decent blue evening dress and slightly heavier makeup. There was a touch of pink on her lips. She smiled slightly.
When the corners of the mouth are pursed, it looks like there is a layer of soft water shining on them.
The hall with a good view was resplendent, and the bright light of the crystal lamp fell around her, and she happened to be sitting at the junction of light and shadow, so half of her face was coated with a layer of fluffy gold, and there were some fine hair around her neck.
The silk, facing the light, also seems to be pale golden...
She quietly lowered her head there, with a slender and beautiful figure, like a quiet and graceful magnolia flower, and like a delicate silhouette. Even the surrounding air seemed to be stagnant at that moment.
Jiang Yuezhou smiled to himself in the dark. He actually remembered every bit of her in a pitiful and ridiculous manner. He buried his face in the pillow. The soft pillow seemed to still have the familiar fragrance of Ye Beibei.
He was really drunk.
If you do your own evil, you will not live.
Jiang Yuezhou turned over, and his cheeks burned by alcohol were pressed against the satin pillowcase. It was cool and comfortable, reminding him of her body. Her body temperature was always higher than his and warm.
Unconsciously, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, seeped into the pillowcase, and disappeared.
After that day, Jiang Yuezhou made himself busy again. He devoted himself to work as soon as he opened his eyes every day, until he was so tired that he was a little excited but numb. His enthusiasm for work made secretary Li Abao unbearable again, and she began to openly
Secretly slowing down the progress of some work in the company, forcing Jiang Yuezhou to stop.
After get off work that evening, Jiang Yuezhou finally had nothing to do or look for. He grabbed his coat and decided to go for a drive and take a rest. He drove his car and unknowingly came to the downstairs of Ye Beibei's company. You can see Li Minglang's car parked there.
Jiang Yuezhou sat in the car and lit a cigarette. He looked at Liming Lang's car and felt that he even envied Liming Lang. Because Liming Lang and Ye Beibei had a clear love relationship, he could pick her up confidently and treat her
Okay, you can think about her and date her calmly. You don’t have to beat around the bush and make excuses like you did, deliberately leaving Ye Beibei to work by your side, deliberately arranging all the company’s banquets in the hotel where Ye Beibei is, and deliberately going there just for her.
Seeing her more often, deliberately arranging boring encounters one after another, just to beg her forgiveness.
Although Liming Lang is thick-skinned, he is much happier than himself. He can unabashedly like Ye Beibei and appreciate her to his heart's content without worrying that she will notice and be troubled.
Jiang Yuezhou watched Ye Beibei leave in Liming Lang's car. He put out his cigarette and followed behind until he reached the downstairs of Ye Beibei's house. He watched helplessly as Ye Beibei and Liming Lang talked.
Walking into the corridor with a smile, he sat in the car and looked at the lights of Ye Beibei's house.
He kept sitting in the car, just looking at the light. He didn't know how long it took. It wasn't until he saw Li Minglang coming down from upstairs that he seemed relieved and drove away.
Jiang Yuezhou didn't want to make himself more pitiful, yes, pitiful!
But he couldn't bear it. From that day on, he always consciously stopped what he was doing at around six o'clock in the evening, picked up the keys and drove to Ye Beibei's company. Every time he drove there, he didn't go in, but just waited.
Outside, I watched Li Minglang pick up Ye Beibei.
On this day, Jiang Yuezhou drove back and followed Liming Lang's car back, but everything on this day was special. Liming Lang seemed to have something to do and did not go upstairs with Ye Beibei. They talked and laughed in the car for a while.
Before getting out of the car, Ye Beibei kissed Li Minglang's cheek, and then ran back upstairs.
Liming Lang also watched the lights in Ye Beibei's bedroom turn on before driving away.
Since Ye Beibei is willing to kiss Liming Lang and expresses that their relationship is stable, does that mean that he will never have a chance again? Jiang Yuezhou slapped the steering wheel heavily with his hands, as if he wanted to gouge out the most nourishing thing in his heart.
A piece of meat has the pain of being languished.
The next afternoon, there was a social event in the company. Jiang Yuezhou, who was in an extremely depressed mood, unknowingly drank a few more glasses of wine. When he came out of the hotel, he did not drive with his administrative secretary Zhang Yang, but started the car himself, accelerated instantly, and rushed in quickly.
In the street.
He rarely lets himself go, but today he likes the feeling of weightlessness at extreme speeds. The scenery outside the window is rapidly retreating, and it seems that only he and the road in front of him are left in the whole world...