Pedestrians passing by on the street looked at Ye Beibei who was crying in such grief. Some of them looked at her with sympathy and compassion, some looked at her with weird and puzzled eyes, and some looked at her with disdain and disgust. But Ye Beibei couldn't see anything, and couldn't see anything.
I didn't even want to look at it, I just squatted there alone, crying until I was choked.
Beside the road, there was a dazzling Porsche Cayenne parked. Liming Lang was sitting in the car, leaning his head on the back of the chair as if exhausted. He turned his head sadly and looked through the car glass, looking at the man squatting on the ground and crying.
Ye Beibei, Ye Beibei looked heartbroken at this moment, like a bit of ice embedded in his heart, and the cold chill instantly penetrated his whole body.
Liming Lang had never felt so powerless and defeated in his life.
Liming Lang came back this time because Ye Beibei heard that Ye Beibei was going abroad, so he returned to China. In the past few days since he returned to China, his heart has not been at peace. He really wanted to keep Ye Beibei here.
But he has no position, no reason, and no qualification.
He didn't have the heart to work seriously these days. He called Ye Beibei to make an appointment, but eight times out of ten she pushed him away. Thinking that Ye Beibei was leaving, his heart felt like grass. Every day he would start
In the car, he wandered downstairs of Ye Beibei's house intentionally or unintentionally. He happened to watch Ye Beibei going out today. He was afraid that she would find him annoying, so he didn't dare to show up. He just drove behind her in the car.
Liming Lang watched Ye Beibei come to the cafe from the law office, watched her and Jiang Yuezhou look at each other in tears through the glass, watched Ye Beibei run out of the cafe crying, and then took a taxi to leave. He was afraid that Ye
Something happened to Beibei, so she kept driving and following the taxi.
He watched Ye Beibei go and come back again, frantically looking for Jiang Yuezhou. Seeing her trembling cry at this moment, he closed his eyes and had countless thoughts in his mind. He might have saved a little bit just a moment ago.
Ye Beibei hoped, but now he is very clear-headed and calm, and he finally understands that he cannot keep Ye Beibei.
"Beibei, stop crying." Liming Lang got out of the car and squatted next to Ye Beibei, reaching out to wipe her tears. Ye Beibei raised his head in confusion and looked at Liming Lang in front of him in confusion. After a while,
She regained consciousness after relaxing, raised her hand to smooth the messy hair on her forehead to cover it up, smiled reluctantly at him, and wanted to stand up, but she had already been exhausted from crying, and as soon as she stood, her body became even more
He was crumbling, as if he was about to collapse to the ground.
Seeing how weak she was, Liming Lang hurriedly stepped forward to hug her and said in a hoarse voice: "Beibei, don't be sad. Everything will pass. I'll take you home now."
Ye Beibei wanted to restrain herself, but she couldn't. She didn't want Li Minglang to see her eyes that were red from crying. But when she turned her head and faced the sun, her eyes were sore. Even her temples were feeling faint due to excessive crying.
Pain.
Liming Lang helped Ye Beibei into the car half-supported and half-carried. At this time, Ye Beibei had no strength to resist. She said in a weak voice: "No, I won't go home first. You can send her to the front of my community."
Just go to that square."
It was obviously summer weather, but Ye Beibei was shivering all over when she sat in the car. Liming Lang gently held her hand, but found that her hand was frighteningly cold. He turned on the air conditioner in the car and whispered softly.
He said to Ye Beibei: "I will drive the car to a secluded place. You can rest on the back of the chair for a while. I will take you home later."
Ye Beibei was really tired. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror. Her face was pale, her eyelids were red and swollen, and her voice had a nasal sound. It was obviously impossible to go home with this look. She raised her head and leaned on the back of the chair, thinking in her heart
Sad and sad, as soon as she closed her eyes, tears came out of her eyes again. She was afraid that Li Minglang would see them, so she wiped them with her hands, turned her head, and fell asleep in a daze.
As soon as Liming Lang saw Ye Beibei sleeping, the smile on his face immediately stopped. He turned his head and looked at Ye Beibei greedily. Her face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of water because of crying.
The light, under the glare of the eyes, swelled slightly, and even the thick black eyelashes were stained with infinite moisture, heavy and inexplicably sad. Li Minglang felt very distressed when he saw Ye Beibei like this. This Ye Beibei,
She is struggling to support herself and wants to **** in front of her family, but what about her own!
He smiled silently and bitterly, his eyes darkened and changed into a very rare serious expression.
After Ye Beibei woke up, she seemed to be in much better spirits, but her voice was hoarse and her head was dizzy. She thought she was going to catch a cold. She said goodbye to Liming Lang and got out of the car.
The dawn was so bright that he didn't say anything else.
After sending Ye Beibei away, Liming Lang sat alone in the car. Unlike Jiang Yuezhou, he had a huge career. He was usually surrounded by people on the stage, but privately he was a loner. If
When Liming Lang is depressed, he always has to find a lot of friends to accompany him.
But he didn't want to get drunk today. He wanted to make a big decision in an extremely sober state.
Liming Lang lit a cigarette and leaned against the car window and smoked slowly. He had loved Ye Beibei for many years, loved her bright eyebrows, loved her pouting her lips to find trouble with him, loved her lowering her eyebrows
It's because of this countless love that he is so unscrupulous, and because of this love, he can pretend not to care even when he knows she doesn't love him.
When Ye Beibei agreed to marry him, he was really happy and hopeful, but Ye Beibei's absent-mindedness, loneliness and frustration turned his hope and deception into a joke.
He knew the reason for her sadness, loss, and painful tears. He knew that the person in Ye Beibei's heart was not her. It had not been him for so many years and would never be him.
Liming Lang sat in the car in a daze all afternoon. A small pile of cigarette butts was thrown beside the car. He looked up at the lights on Ye Beibei's window. This kind of night, this kind of waiting, this life, this is
It’s the last night!
He threw the cigarette butt out of the window, and the red sparks drew a beautiful arc in the night. He took out his phone and called Jiang Yuezhou.
Liming Lang stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the box waiting for Jiang Yuezhou. In the dark night, the lights of the city shone brightly, as beautiful as an illusion. In the silence, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded behind him. His steps were steady and even. Liming Lang did not move.
He maintained his original posture, staring straight at the beautiful and cold lights outside.
As soon as Jiang Yuezhou came in, he saw Liming Lang standing by the window. His silhouette was like a silent silhouette. Even he had to admit that Liming Lang was not inferior to him in appearance or scheming, but he didn't know why.