Hanliu looked at Su Xiyue's leaving figure. She had changed into what she is now. She was like a flower that had bloomed to its peak, gorgeous and gorgeous, with an alluring appearance that made every man fall for it. There were also a few more things about her.
She is very mature and charming. The little girl who once hated high heels has disappeared from her memory. She is now in front of her, skillfully controlling the ten-centimeter high heels, and she is flourishing step by step.
He followed her downstairs, but saw her getting into a man's car. He couldn't explain how he felt in his heart, even though he no longer loved her, he still had such a strange feeling of hatred!
He hasn't found true love yet, but she can easily fall into the arms of another man
Hanliu hailed a taxi and followed Junwei in front of him.
She is his, he has recognized her! Whether he loves her or not
In the past, she was the treasure in his palm, and he followed her in everything
Now, it won't be like this anymore. He doesn't love anymore, so he has learned to force it.
It doesn't matter what she wants
If she doesn't want to, the more he will intervene in her life and entangle each other until death.
"What's wrong?" Zeng Haoran looked at Su Xiyue, who was pale and bare-faced. It was rare for her, who was always proud, to be in such an embarrassing situation.
Su Xiyue shook her head, denying her own powerlessness
She leaned her whole body on the back of the chair and watched Zeng Haoran drive. It was completely different from watching the cold wave before.
Driving in cold weather is always cool and comfortable, while Zeng Haoran looks like he is ready for battle. "Haoran, have I ever told you that you drive as if you are going to fight?" Su Xiyue chuckled.
"What I call concentration is safer this way. You see, there are so many cars during peak hours and the traffic jam is terrible. If you are not careful, what should you do if you rub someone's trunk? How dangerous! My feet are sore when I step on the brakes. What the hell?
transportation"
Zeng Haoran talks endlessly, from life safety to complaining about sore feet, and then complaining about traffic congestion.
Su Xiyue's eyes darkened. Are all people like this? The older they grow, the more market atmosphere fills them and the more they complain.
"Haoran, when will we hold the banquet?" Su Xiyue tried her best to postpone it before. She didn't know what she was expecting in her heart. Now, she just wants to do it as soon as possible, and she has completely stopped thinking about it.
Yes, that thought of his
"Okay, I saved some money myself. My parents also said they would give us 100,000 yuan to host a banquet. What about you? Forget it, you are alone..." Zeng Haoran started talking about trivial things again: money, money, money, this
is life
Su Xiyue stopped talking. Amidst Zeng Haoran's nagging, she finally arrived home.
Su Xiyue got out of the car and seemed to remember something. She walked around to the other side of the car and knocked on the glass. Zeng Haoran lowered the glass. Su Xiyue pressed a kiss on the side of his face. Zeng Haoran left with a smile.
Su Xiyue was stunned for a long time. No, the feeling of heart beating like a drum did not appear.
As if she was on a mission, she kissed her without any feeling.
She can't deceive her heart. However, what else can she do? The person she loves most may not be suitable for her, and the person who suits her may not necessarily be the one she loves most. It's hard to have both worlds in life.
She trotted all the way back to her home, took off her professional clothes, and threw it into the washing machine. It smelled of him all over it.