Wang Yarui pulled Ning Haihai out. Ning Haihai struggled with his arms and held on to the sofa tightly with his other hand, refusing to leave. "I have nothing to talk about with you. We have nothing to talk about."
"Since you don't want to talk, then don't go crazy here. Don't involve Nan Xi in the matter between us. Isn't she suffering enough? She only has us left. What else do you want..."
Ning Haihai looked at Wang Yarui solemnly. After all, he was a man. When he was fierce, her momentum weakened. At the same time, she realized at this moment that she could not just treat Wang Yarui as an ordinary friend and have sex because of love like before. Or love for sex? She couldn't tell. She only knew that she could no longer calmly look at Wang Yarui, who only looked towards Nanxi.
Ning Haihai cried. She cried so much that she felt shameless. She had sex with a good friend. People still treated her as a good friend, but she couldn't. She cried and laughed again. She was really like a madman. Same.
Nan Xi looked at Wang Yarui in surprise. She couldn't find the answer from Haihai, so she looked for it from Wang Yarui. There must be something going on between the two.
Revealing one's ugly side in front of the girl he loves is something that every man doesn't want to face. Wang Yarui didn't dare to touch Nan Xi's questioning eyes. First it was Liang Yongqing, and then Ning Haihai. He thought he would never have a chance. .Maybe in the future, he won't even be able to be friends. If he could do it over again, he would never confess his feelings. Even if he always stood by Nan Xi's side as a friend, that would be enough.
Ning Haihai refused to leave. He had no choice. He let go and sat down on the sofa dejectedly.
Nanxi was not a dull person. Seeing Haihai and Yarui's expressions of how hard it was to say what they wanted to say, she understood clearly in her heart. It was just these things that were not easy for her to ask. Knowing them well was enough.
She didn't blame Hai Hai for being insulted at all. Instead, she woke up the dreamer with her words. She and Wang Ya Rui should really draw a clear line. She wisely said: "Hai Hai, Ya Rui, you guys, let's talk about it. I Let’s go first.”
Wang Yarui wanted to speak to persuade him to stay, but he still didn't say anything with his mouth half open. Haihai wiped his tears and looked at Nanxi apologetically. Nanxi just smiled slightly. "Haihai, even if you want to say me, I still want to tell you. You are my best friend in life. After everything, I am okay. Really okay."
Nan Xi left. When she turned around, the smile on her face was extremely sincere. Whether it was about love or friendship, she always had a clear conscience.
..
The news that Zhuo Ling was coming back came from his secretary Lu Mei. From the first month of the first month to April now, it was only two months. But Nan Xi felt as if a century had passed.
We are finally back, right? We can finally meet, right?
Facing the computer screen, she bit her lip desperately and suppressed her breathing that was not steady enough. In the past two months, her pain, her tolerance, and her patience had reached their limit.
"What time does the CEO's flight arrive?" someone asked next to him.
Lu Mei looked at Nan Xi and said in a louder voice: "If the plane is not delayed, we will arrive at about eight o'clock tonight. Come to work on time tomorrow. Don't be late tomorrow."
Along with the news of Zhuo Ling's return, the news of his marriage to An Qi also spread like wildfire. That's right, this time it was a direct marriage, not an engagement.
However, Nanxi has automatically filtered these messages.
Spring in Shanghai is a changeable season. There is a big temperature difference between morning and evening. It is so hot during the day that I want to turn on the air conditioner. At night, it is so cold that I want to put on a sweater. Sheshan villa area is a high-end wealthy area. Even the air seems to be wet. There is a hint of wealth mixed with it.
Nanxi was carrying her bag and walking slowly on the cobblestone path. The night wind was not as biting as the cold winter, but it was still cold enough to make people shiver. She held each other's arms and rubbed them up and down.
Next to it is Zhuo Ling's villa. She has the key, but she doesn't want to go in privately.
Look at the time. It was already ten o'clock in the evening. She kept looking in the direction she came from. Didn't Zhuo Ling take the flight at eight o'clock? Two hours is enough to get home.
At this time, a dazzling light came from the end of the small road. She squinted her eyes slightly and couldn't see the approaching vehicle clearly.
What drove over was a world-limited version of the Bugatti Veyron convertible. Its luxurious car lights were flashing with dazzling splendor. When Nan Xi drove for Zhuoling for the first time, she also drove this car. Although the car door The "xx" scratches are no longer there, but Nan Xi knows that this is Zhuo Ling's car.
The car was repaired. It cost six million. It took her entire pure youth.
The sports car stopped at the door of the villa. The handsome body formed a beautiful scenery under the dim street lights. Just admiring it made me feel luxurious.
Nan Xi was about to step forward, but the smiling woman in the driver's seat made her heart throb suddenly.
"Finally we're home. Go in, take a shower, and have a good sleep." An Qi hung her hands around Zhuo Ling's neck and pressed a kiss on his lips charmingly.
Looking in this direction, Nan Xi couldn't see Zhuo Ling's expression. She could only see An Qi's face full of happy smile. This is a smile that only a woman immersed in love can have.
Zhuo Ling got out of the car. His deep voice sounded slightly tired. "I'll go down and open the door. You drive the car into the garage."
After he finished speaking, he was stunned and stopped closing the door.
The moment he saw An Qi and the moment Zhuo Ling turned around, Nan Xi's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. She couldn't move. The eyes of the two people just met.
"What's wrong?" An Qi's soft voice sounded. She leaned forward and looked around Zhuo Ling's figure. "Hey, Miss He. Why are you here so late at night?"
Yes. Why am I here at night...I shouldn't be here.
What she didn't expect was that An Qi would come back with Zhuo Ling. She didn't expect that they would come back together, kissing each other.
"I..." Nan Xi looked at Zhuo Ling, trying to find a trace of care in his eyes. But Zhuo Ling's eyes were cold. His whole person was cold. He returned to the state of a statue.
"I'm coming to find you." She said it anyway. She bit the bullet and said to Zhuo Ling.
Zhuo Ling's eyebrows twitched and he continued to close the door. "Go back. It's very late." He strode towards the villa without even asking, "What do you want from me?"
"I have something to ask you. Just stop." What's stuck in your throat is hoarseness. What's stuck in your heart is sadness.
An Qi in the car said enthusiastically: "Miss He, let's talk about work tomorrow. You haven't resigned. Zhuo Ling will also go to work. There will always be time for you to report on your work." It sounded like well-intentioned advice. .but both inside and outside the words are ridicule.
Nan Xi didn't care. She only looked at Zhuo Ling. She waited for two months, suffered for two months, and finally waited for him to come back. She just wanted to see him a few more times.