"What is this? It's so fucking disgusting..." Poppy got up from Xuyao angrily, adjusted her makeup, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. The strong smell of smoke came over, little by little.
It fades and disappears. Like a decayed soul, it is unbearable to watch.
Yao Xuyao still smiled lightly, looking at their faces with a calm joy. Ye Ruoxi didn't know what to say, and she didn't know what this man was happy about.
Poppy was very angry, stroking her long wavy hair, pouting her little mouth and still looking beautiful.
Ruoxi sat back again, shook the wine glass in her hand, and drank gently. The cold and biting taste flowed from the mouth into the body, bringing a little bit of refreshment and moisturizing the broken and indifferent heart.
"Smoke less!" Ruoxi told Poppy lightly, looking at the wine glass in her hand playfully, only feeling it was funny.
Poppy raised her head and glanced at her. The cigarette in her hand shook. She wanted to continue smoking, but Yao Xuyao snatched it away and still got Ruoxi's wine glass.
There was a bang, the wine was stained with cigarette butts and could not be drunk. The cigarette butts were extinguished and could not be smoked.
Ye Ruoxi was a little sulky and looked at Yao Xuyao with cold eyes.
"Drink less!" He was still smiling, with a bit of pure purity on his face.
She was stunned, looking at the dirty wine glass, with broken cigarette butts floating on the surface of the liquid. She raised her finger and the wine glass fell to the ground. It banged, the wine glass shattered, but I laughed so hard that tears flowed down my face.
Come down.
What is this? Do you care?
Ye Ruoxi didn't know whether this concern was sympathy for the same person or sympathy for each other. She only knew that this was the first time she had shown care without purpose in all the years she had been in Beijing.
But her heart hurt even more than those cynicisms made me feel.
What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me drinking and smoking?
How does she ruin herself? What does it have to do with you?
Why should she care? Do you know that those concerns will only make her feel pitiful.
Ye Ruoxi still smiled miserably. In the noisy and lively venue, the laughter was actually a bit sad. It was like a hoarse little beast, mercilessly wailing. Poppy touched her, and Ruoxi saw her take two strong puffs of cigarette.
, kissed Ruoxi and blew the smoke into her mouth.
Cough! Ye Ruoxi coughed uncontrollably, took a deep breath, and swallowed the smoke.
So she became quiet.
Yao Xuyao looked at them quietly, his smile stopped, his eyebrows were still handsome, but a little more painful.
Young women are always chasing romance, always trying to hide their inner emotions, but little do they know that the pain they pretend can be seen at a glance.
He took the cigarette from Poppy's mouth and inhaled gently. The young face in the smoke was so handsome.
Ruoxi thought that if he wasn't gay, she would have slept with him, and it had nothing to do with money.
Poppy frowned, still a little angry. After all, she really fell in love with Yao Xuyao. The greater her hopes, the greater her disappointment.
"What a luxury! Such a good brand is wasted on clothes." Poppy looked at Yao Xuyao, who was wearing international famous brands, with an annoyed look on his face.
Zhou Xuyao looked at himself, raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Are you different?"
He pointed at a givenchy leather skirt and a Chanel top. "How else could I admit my mistake?"
Ye Ruoxi was shocked, and then laughed sarcastically. Do you really think you can be invincible with a little bit of beauty? It turned out that what he was interested in was just the brand on her clothes.