Chapter 125: Are you calling for my attention or guilt?
"I'm used to it."
Ji Yanxiu's eyes were bright and clear. Ye Chuliang was confused and couldn't guess what he was thinking.
Some things are too painful, so she always treats makeup as a mask. She always thinks that if it is thicker, the emotions on her face will be covered up.
Over time, it becomes a habit.
That's her protective color.
"You weren't like this before."
Ji Yanxiu said calmly, his voice seemed to be filled with a bit of pity.
Ye Chuliang smiled a little indifferently.
"Really? What was I like before? I have forgotten it."
Ji Yanxiu put down his fingers and asked the waiter to bring in a few bottles of beer and some side dishes.
"Ye Chuliang, are you trying to get my attention or do you want to make me feel guilty?"
For a long time, Ye Chuliang thought that Ji Yanxiu had stopped talking, but he didn't expect that it was actually the case. She pursed her lips and said sarcastically.
"If you hadn't shown up again, if you hadn't asked me out, I would have forgotten everything Ji Yanxiu said about you."
The voice was so resounding. Ye Chuliang felt that when he said this, he had already deceived his own heart.
Ji Yanxiu never expected that Ye Chuliang, who had always been very well-behaved to him, would actually say such a thing. At that moment, he was a little unable to react, and his thoughts returned to the past, and it suddenly dawned on him.
He sighed.
"sorry."
Ye Chuliang suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, turned his face away, and ignored Ji Yanxiu's apology.
Is it wrong? Then it will continue to be wrong.
An apology is of no use at all.
As for Su Mobai, the atmosphere between the two of them was even weirder. Zuo Yeze seemed to really like Su Mobai, his attitude was completely unabashed, and he was so frank that he had nothing to say. Su Mobai was somewhat resisting his enthusiasm.
She was puzzled to understand why this young man who looked like a flower had such a personality.
Based on his appearance, shouldn't he be young?
She pursed her lips, picked up the drink the waiter had just brought in, and took a sip.
She rarely drinks alcohol, but in this case, no one touches the side dishes or the fruit plate, so how can she be embarrassed to do so? In front of unfamiliar people, she still doesn't dare to show her tough style.
There was no juice to cover up my confusion, only wine.