A piece of music made Ruoxi and Lin Yuejin get acquainted.
They talked a lot, but they were all about the piano.
Ruoxi didn't ask any deeper questions. Even if she wasn't a kind person, she wouldn't wantonly open other people's wounds.
She knew it hurt a lot.
Ruoxi took Yue Jin and sat together. On the booth, Ruoxi and Yue Jin sat on the left, and Leng Peichen sat on the right. The wine glass was still swinging in his hand, and his eyes were indescribably complicated.
"You are beautiful!" Lin Yuejin said suddenly.
Ruoxi was stunned. She was looking at Leng Peichen just now and didn't know what Lin Yuejin was talking about.
Lin Yuejin looked at Ruoxi and Leng Peichen and smiled sadly: "You are very beautiful, so beautiful that people's hearts are moved."
Turning his head, he met Leng Peichen's eyes and smiled faintly: "You two match each other very well!"
In an instant, Leng Peichen's eyes changed, and he suddenly looked at Lin Yuejin, his scorching eyes almost burning Lin Yuejin's soul.
Ruoxi clearly felt that Leng Peichen was angry, really angry!
Ruoxi smiled and took Lin Yuejin's hand, saying calmly: "You misunderstood, I'm just a prostitute, just a prostitute!"
Lin Yuejin's expression changed and she looked at Ruoxi, her eyes filled with astonishment.
After a while she lowered her head and whispered: "Sorry, I don't know!"
"It doesn't matter, that's the truth." Ruoxi's heart ached again. She took out a cigarette and wanted to smoke it, but Leng Peichen took it away.
"No smoking here!" The cigarette was quickly crushed.
Ruoxi was confused: "Drinking doesn't make people smoke?"
Ruoxi took out another cigarette. Before she lit it, Leng Peichen took the whole box and squeezed it hard. The cigarette box was thrown away like trash!
Ruoxi frowned and wanted to be angry, but she saw Leng Peichen's fierce gaze, so cold, violent and scary.
Ruoxi was stunned, looking at the angry Peichen, not knowing what to say.
Lin Yuejin looked at the discarded cigarette and forced a smile: "I'm sorry, my body can't smell the smoke."
Leng Peichen turned his head, Ruoxi couldn't see Leng Peichen's expression.
She smiled faintly, looked at the discarded cigarette box, and said softly: "That's it."
Suddenly, a man walked over. The light was too dim to see the man's appearance, but he could feel that he was very handsome and had a cynical appearance. He waved to Lin Yuejin with a bright smile: "Let's go, Yuejin is off work.
Yes, I'll take you back."
Lin Yuejin was stunned, glanced at Leng Peichen, waved to Ruoxi without saying anything, and wanted to leave.
"Ren Feng, actually you don't need to send me home, I can do it alone."
Lin Yuejin's voice was very low, but when the man looked at her expression, he showed an evil smile: "Okay, what are you talking about? It's not the first time!"
Lin Yuejin smiled slightly, with a gentle smile on her brows and eyes, but there was sadness flowing in the corner that no one noticed.
Ruoxi clearly saw Lin Yuejin's sadness.
"Crack!"
Leng Peichen threw away the wine glass and knocked it on the ground with a loud sound. The liquid slid down his wrist little by little, and it was hard to tell whether it was wine or blood. The glass fragments quickly penetrated into Leng Peichen's palm, intertwining into a
A long, thin scar.
Leng Peichen's face was always gloomy, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and he didn't even look at the typhoid fever on his hands, which were still frighteningly cold!
Lin Yuejin looked at Leng Peichen's appearance and began to panic. She picked up a tissue from the table and wiped it carefully next to Leng Peichen. What remained unchanged was her sad eyes.