Ai Xueer analyzed it coldly, and finally looked at Huang Ye with a mocking look.
"Is this a trap you set? Then, why did you make Bei Xijue believe that this land contains oil?"
Huang Ye was silent and did not answer her question. After a while, he said something calmly.
"He doesn't need to believe it."
Ai Xueer was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"I know what to do."
She stood up, called the waiter to pay the bill before Huang Ye, and walked out.
"Tangtang!"
Huang Ye stopped her and she stopped and did not look back.
"Tangtang, have you ever planned to tell Bei Xijue that you are still alive?"
Ai Xueer slowly turned around, exuding a cold aura.
"Emperor Ye, there are some things that I know how to do and you don't need to ask."
The high heels on her feet clicked on the smooth marble floor of the cafe. Emperor Ye looked at her leaving back. The cold wind blew up her clothes, making her thin body look more and more fragile. That's it.
A girl that makes people want to hold her in their arms and protect her for the rest of their lives, yet she endures such great pain alone.
Huang Ye just stared at her back until she disappeared. He didn't know how long it took before he closed his eyes tiredly. All of this was his fault.
…
"Why did it take you so long to go to the toilet?"
In the revolving restaurant, this floor is very quiet and elegant. In the huge space, there is only Bei Xijue. He is sitting at the dining table made of ancient wood. He tilts his head slightly and looks at Ai who is walking towards this direction with a charming smile.
Cher.
"A little uncomfortable."
She felt that his smile was dazzling, like the rising sun in winter, which made her feel warm all over her body, but made her eyes ache.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling sick to your stomach?"
Bei Xijue stood up hurriedly, wrapped his warm hands around her small ones, pulled her to sit by the window, closed the curtains, turned and walked towards the nearest waiter.
After a while, Bei Xijue came back, holding a glass of milk in his hand, which was hot and steaming.
"Drink some milk, it's cold outside."
He couldn't help but take her hand, put the crystal cup filled with a glass of hot milk into her hand, then leaned down and tightened her clothes.
"It's cold outside, so don't wear more clothes."
Ai Xueer let him play with it blankly, the hot milk in front of her eyes was still misting painfully, hitting her eyes and eyelashes wetly, condensing into water droplets, and then falling into the quilt, swaying
Make small ripples in circles.
"I don't like drinking milk."
Her eyebrows were knitted together, and she felt like vomiting when she looked at the milk in front of her.
Bei Xijue raised his eyebrows: "I remember that you had to drink milk. When you were at Sun Island, you drank it every morning and evening, and you drank a lot at one time."
Ai Xueer's heart thumped: "I don't like drinking it now."
Sure enough, Bei Xijue's face became tense, he snatched the cup from her hand and handed it to her.
"Drink it!"
"Why?"
Ai Xueer was dissatisfied. The unique fishy smell of milk penetrated into her nose and her stomach was filled with butterflies.
"There's so much nonsense, drink quickly!"
Bei Xijue held the glass of milk in his hand and forced it to her lips.
Ai Xueer held back her anger and took a sip. It was too hot!