Is a man like Xiao Zhuoyan worthy of a superficial woman like Guan Yonglan?
Not worthy at all!
And will his vision become so bad?
No! Even if she feels that she is not outstanding, at least that woman must make herself feel outstanding and inferior to herself...otherwise, she really cannot accept it.
Just, why?
"Qingqing, forget me."
"I forgot..." She turned her face indifferently and stopped looking at him.
He brought the wine in the glass to his lips and was about to drink it when a big hand held him down and snatched it away. He gently put the glass down and whispered, "Go to bed." He couldn't bear to say this.
She questioned, as before, he decided everything about her, picked her up, and walked to the bedroom.
When he got to the bed, he gently put her on it.
Lifted the quilt and covered it.
And he sat beside the bed and remained silent.
Lying down, she really felt tired.
She was slightly drunk and had been entangled with Xiao Zhuoyan for a while. She felt really tired, so she just fell asleep on the bed and fell into a dark and sweet dream. It was a good night's sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, the room was filled with sunshine.
She was in a daze for a moment in the golden sunshine, and time seemed to go back three years ago.
Three years ago, every weekend, she and he would sleep until midnight. She liked to see the bright sunshine as soon as she woke up, as if her life had been tainted with the flavor of sunshine. There were no worries and worries, only happiness and beauty.
However, that was just her fantasy. Three years ago, she always loved dreaming too much, but now, the dream has finally awakened, like a spring dream. The sweetness of the past has no trace, and all that is left are naked scars.
She got up and dressed, opened the door, and a choking smell hit her face. She covered her nose and looked at the living room in front of her in horror, wasn't it? Could this man have been smoking all night?
The living room was in a mess. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts. Even the floor was covered with cigarette butts. In addition to cigarettes, there were also several empty bottles. Xiao Zhuoyan was curled up on the wrinkled sofa with his white shirt half open.
, his lips were gray and his face was gloomy. He seemed to be in pain somewhere, his thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his hands were tightly covering his waist.
Xu Wanqing only glanced at it and quickly looked away. She was looking for her mobile phone on the sofa surrounded by cigarette butts and wine bottles. She accidentally tripped Xiao Zhuoyan's leg, and his eyes were filled with confusion.
When he opened his eyes, it was dark and deep. When he saw her, he froze on her body and remained motionless.
Half a moment.
He got up, coughed unconsciously, and said hoarsely: "What are you looking for?"
"Cell phone." Xu Wanqing pushed him aside and found her cell phone under his butt.
She picked it up and found that the phone might have no power and had shut down automatically. She took out a spare battery board from her bag and replaced it. As soon as she turned on the phone, countless text messages sounded, all of which were calls from Zhang Wei. Come to think of it,
He was kidnapped last night and he was very anxious.
She picked up Zhang Wei's phone and quickly picked up the call, "Mr. Xu, where are you? Are you okay? You...were not hurt at all?"
"I'm fine." She said in a brisk tone, "I will go to the company soon. Come to No. 26 xx Road... to pick me up."
"Oh, I got it, I'll leave now." Zhang Wei said and hung up the phone.