"Why? Why are you so cold to me all of a sudden? You said you loved me a few days ago. You, you were at my house with me last night..." A soft female voice with a slight cry sounded in the darkness.
It sounded, extremely sad.
The male protagonist of the incident seemed to have no feeling at all. A gentle and cruel smile escaped from the tip of his nose, and his low and charming voice was clearly audible in the quiet stairwell: "Love you? That's just your illusion. As for what happened to you that night?"
Home... If I am responsible for every woman I sleep with, I'm afraid the emperor with three thousand beauties in his harem won't have any trouble with me."
"You..." The woman was choked with embarrassment and could not speak.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave. The man's burly body turned around, ignored her grievances, and walked leisurely.
"No, please, don't go. I, I don't care how many women you have, as long as I can be by your side, that's enough." The woman rushed forward anxiously, but tripped over the stairs in the dark and fell at his feet.
Even though she was in pain, she didn't even frown. When Jiang Zimo saw her, she actually reached out and grabbed his trouser legs and begged.
He just pulled her impatiently and left her behind, leaving her with the last cruel words: "But I'm tired of playing."
"No... don't do this to me... I love you very much..."
The shrill cry passed through the quiet stairwell, and even the listeners were moved by it.
But such pleading only resulted in a more decisive sentence from the man: "Then just love me well, what does it have to do with me!"
With a sound of "Bang!", the door of the fire stairwell was closed by the night wind. Jiang Zimo looked at the woman crying on the ground indifferently, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth, without even looking at her.
Walked across the open space beside her.
Yep, a woman who doesn’t know how to love herself deserves what she deserves!
"Where did you just run away? We looked for you everywhere but no one was found." As soon as she walked out, Murong Qingzhen held Jiang Zimo's hand. Her heart was as cold as frost, and she waved her hand with the remaining
The cigarette butt he dropped bounced into the trash can, and he calmly broke away from the held hand, then smiled and said: "Why are you looking for me? I thought you two were having a hot fight inside! How about it? Tomorrow night is
Isn’t there a chance to kill me?”
Before Murong Qingzhen could speak, Yang Yang, who was standing aside, said, "Qingzhen is really amazing! In just a few minutes, he saw the crux of the patient's problem. No, he just gave him the medicine according to the method he said.
After drinking a pot of soy milk, my heartbeat and pulse returned to normal!"
Jiang Zimo turned his eyes and looked at Murong Qingzhen with infinite reverence, and smacked his mouth. "Really? Oh, Brother Qingzhen, you are so awesome!"
After saying that, he leaned over and planted a sweet kiss on his face, which made Murong Qingzhen stunned for a while.
"Azi, you..." Murong Qingzhen blushed and looked at Jiang Zimo who felt uncomfortable for a while. He didn't even know where to move his hands.
Yang Yang joked mysteriously from the side: "Hey! Brother Qingzhen, didn't you go to the United States for six or seven years? Why do you still look like an innocent little boy? By the way, I'll treat you to supper later.
Ye, by the way, I want to listen to you tell me about your romantic past with foreign girls in the United States!"
Murong Qingzhen couldn't stand such sharp words, and immediately raised his hands in surrender and said: "There is no need to treat you to a midnight snack. I will find time to treat you sisters to dinner next time. It's too late today, I have to send Ah Zi back.