173. You are a butterfly, you will never stay for a flower..
When Shangguan Ziqing saw this, she couldn't help but think of the scene of her breaking up with him, and it seemed the same! At that time, he also kissed her and said some very hurtful words...
Is this his habitual way for Yuwen Yixuan to play with women? First, spoil her to the point of lawlessness, to heaven, and then drag her to hell...
But at that time, he was so good to her that he couldn't be picky about it. If that was really his habitual way of playing with women, then why did he save her in the western suburbs warehouse regardless of his life?
Thinking of this, Shangguan Ziqing's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, but soon, they were replaced by a sarcastic smile. Shangguan Ziqing, you are too self-righteous...
When Yuwen Yixuan turned around, he accidentally saw Shangguan Ziqing's figure and then strode in front of her on the track.
"Zi Qing!" He whispered to her.
She paniced and wiped away the tears from her face with the back of her hands, but her eyes were still red.
"What's wrong with you?" Yuwen Yixuan took a step forward with concern, but Shangguan Ziqing took a step back fiercely.
"No, nothing, the sand is in my eyes, it's not very comfortable..."
Of course, Yuwen Yixuan could see that she was perfunctory to him, but she didn't want to say it, and he wouldn't ask too much.
"Why did you come here?" Yuwen Yixuan asked her while looking at her phone.
"I'll accompany Miss Xiaoxue..."
"Okay, I'll have an appointment with a woman. See you next day, thank you!" Before Shangguan Ziqing finished speaking, he interrupted her and left without looking back after saying a simple farewell.
Shangguan Ziqing bit her lower lip and looked at his tall back, feeling mixed emotions.
Yuwen Yixuan, you still call me Ziqing, but you don’t have that treasure.
Yuwen Yixuan, when you see me crying, you will still care about me, but you will never hug me again, asking me the reasons.
Yuwen Yixuan, you are a butterfly among the flowers and will never stay for a flower.
......
Shangguan Ziqing raised a sad smile and ran away like a run away...
However, Nangong Chenrui and Yi Xue were surprisingly calm.
Yi Xue stood quietly on the river bank, Nangong Chenrui stood beside her, with her hands in her pockets, and looked at the white villa in the distance that was beaten a little golden by the dusk.
The two shadows were held long by the sunset, just like their feelings, destined to be entangled...