Where did all her bullshit theories about not getting married go? Didn't she say she didn't believe in men or love?
It turned out that she had only been Li Haotian's girlfriend for a few days? Then she said she wanted to get married!!!
Ha! Why didn't she follow those weird and hateful thoughts through to the end?
That way, she won't belong to any man. That way, at least he still has something to look forward to, right?
"I..." Qin Yue choked at his reproachful tone.
She is not in a hurry to get married, and she doesn't want to get married so soon, but...
If she told him that she was pregnant, he would be even more sad?
The words that came to my lips were swallowed back and turned into a guilt-filled apology: "I'm sorry! Senior."
"I'm sorry? Why are you sorry for me? Because you don't love me, are you sorry for me?" Ren Yan laughed at himself, "Haha, Xiaoyue, I'm not that domineering?"
"Senior..."
Ren Yan shook his head in frustration: "Xiaoyue, it's my business if I like you, and it's your business if you don't like me. You have nothing to do with me."
He stood up in despair, walked unsteadily to the glass wine cabinet, and took out another bottle of red wine.
"Senior, can you please stop drinking?" Qin Yue's face dropped and her brows furrowed tightly.
"You're getting married, aren't you? The wedding invitations have been sent to me. Shouldn't I treat you to a drink and congratulate you?"
Painful eyes fell firmly on the red wedding invitation in Qin Yue's hand.
The wine in his stomach turned into sour vinegar, making his stomach sour.
Gradually, his bloodshot eyes turned to Qin Yue's beautiful melon-shaped face, with a depressed and complicated look in his eyes.
"Come here and have a drink with me!"
He sat directly on the sofa and poured two full glasses of red wine.
The blood-red wine has a blurry color.
After the last stomach bleeding, Qin Yue was afraid of drinking.
She looked at the overflowing glass of red wine fearfully, swallowed her saliva, and looked at Ren Yan pitifully, "Senior, I was hospitalized after drinking so much last time that I don't dare to drink anymore..."
"Well, I forgot!" Ren Yan nodded helplessly, picked up a glass and drank it in big gulps.
After finishing one cup, he picked up another cup, handed it to Qin Yue and shook it: "I drank this cup for you."
Raising his head, he drank it again.
"Senior..." Qin Yue looked at him feebly, "Can you please stop being like this? I feel very guilty for torturing yourself like this."
"Are you guilty?" Ren Yan half-squinted, "It's okay to feel guilty! At least it means you still care about me a little bit in your heart, doesn't it?"
He twitched the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, poured himself another glass, and said painfully: "Xiaoyue, senior, I wish you happiness."
Seeing him so sad for herself, Qin Yue felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Senior, what should I do to make you not feel so sad?"
Ren Yan shook his head silently, did not speak, and just drank in a depressed manner.
If she continues to look like this, she will die of guilt. Qin Yue snatched the wine glass from Ren Yan's hand and said angrily: "Senior, there is no grass anywhere in the world, why are you like this?"
Ren Yan was startled for a moment, looked at her blankly, and said against his will: "Yes, I know. I won't feel sorry for you anymore from tomorrow on. Let me be decadent enough today."
"..." Qin Yue returned the wine glass to him speechlessly.