He took off his black-rimmed glasses, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and rubbed his temples with both hands. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already one o'clock in the morning.
Xia Lan stretched out and was about to wash her face and go to bed. At this moment, her cell phone rang. She frowned and picked up, "Hello,"
"Miss Xia, I'm Song Wen...the boss, the boss...oh, you'd better come over and take a look!"
Without waiting for a reply, Song Wen spoke loudly and gave his address, then hung up immediately. Xia Lan stared at the phone for a long time, her brows relaxed and tightened, tightened and loosened again, bit her lip, grabbed her coat and left
.
seaside.
The sound of rolling waves was mixed with a voice shouting desperately.
Song Wen squatted aside, raising his head from time to time, looking at the boss with a grimace, then lowering his head again.
A red car stopped slowly, and Xia Lan walked out. When he saw her, Song Wenjie jumped up like a chicken, "Miss Xia, you are finally here!"
Xia Lan ignored him, walked directly towards the man who was shouting crazily, grabbed him by the collar, and said with a cold expression, "Fei Sijue, that's enough for you. If you want to be embarrassed, throw him home!"
Hearing her voice, Fei Sijue was shocked and slowly turned around. His handsome and charming face held an evil and slightly crazy smile, and his deep eyes looked at her as if through glass.
The left pupil exudes a strange and cold green...
"Xiaolan..." He murmured, calling her name, and he suddenly hugged her tightly, regardless of her struggle, and held her tightly in his arms, "Xiaolan..."
Song Wen breathed a sigh of relief, turned his eyes slyly in a circle, and said, "Miss Xia, the boss is in your hands!" He turned around and got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove off.
"You--damn it!"
Xia Lan couldn't move, and the pungent smell of alcohol made her frown, "Pretending to be crazy while drinking is a coward's behavior!"
He tightened his arms, "No matter what happens, don't leave me, okay?"
At this moment, he was really cowardly and vulnerable. Only in front of her could he open up his heart without hiding it. The feeling of holding her, as if he owned the whole world, fascinated him, and he was so close.
It's a pity that he is not the perfect person to match her...
Xia Lan lowered her eyes, and her hands on his chest gradually dropped. She didn't know what happened to make Fei Sijue, who had always been calm and unfailingly calm under the weight of the mountain, lose his sense of control. However, these had nothing to do with her.
All she wants to protect is her own heart.
"The person around you has never been me."
He was startled for a moment, then slowly let go of his hand and looked into her eyes, which were hazy but radiant.
Suddenly, he smiled, "Xiaolan, I love you."
The sentence that had been tangled in my mind just blurted out so casually. There was no need to practice it, just like "good morning" repeated every day, it came naturally and was not abrupt.
He loved her, that was a fact that existed a long time ago.
It's a pity that he loves her but admits it today.
She lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly because of his confession. Then, she raised her lips lightly and pulled out a vague smile, "Thank you."
Thank him for telling her, thank him for such a sincere confession.
At least, she knew that she always cared.
The waves hit the rocks, roaring and engulfing her sobs. Staring at her, he hugged her tightly again, "Can I still love you? Can I? Can I still..."
He knew very well what the existence of that child meant.
The windbreaker was blown up by the strong wind, and the unruly black hair became more and more messy, just like his frantic heart at the moment.
Xia Lan didn't say anything. She raised her white arms hesitantly and gently placed them on his waist. Maybe it was the smell of alcohol on his body that intoxicated her, or maybe it was the sound of the waves that disturbed her thoughts, but she didn't raise her head again.
With the thorns all over my body, I just stayed quiet and leaned in his arms.
If she could give up, would he and her be simpler and happier?
What she remembered most about that night was the constant sound of the waves in her ears, and his drunken mumblings...
…
"boom"
The office door was slammed open.
Xia Lan was startled, raised her head and glared at the visitor, "Master Ji, the door is opened by hand, see it?"
Ji Yan walked over in a few steps, spread out the newspaper in her hand, and slapped it on the desk, her beautiful cheeks filled with anger that seemed to be burning, "What's going on?"
Xia Lan glanced at the newspaper, then quickly looked away and raised her eyebrows, "Did you ask the wrong person?"
Ji Yan sat across from her unceremoniously and stared at her, "What do you think, woman? You actually let An Yinuo succeed? Now, I'm going to see a gynecologist! In a few months, the child will be born
It’s coming out!”
"Don't be so stingy. I just want to give you a few more red envelopes." Xia Lan continued to work on her own without being distracted by this matter at all.
"You really don't care?" Ji Yan stared at her closely, trying to get a glimpse of something from her face.
Xia Lan gave him a helpless look, "Why does Fei Sijue's matter have to be involved with me? Just because we had such an immature and ridiculous affair? He and An Yinuo should divorce or remarry.
Forget it, do you have anything to do with me?"
Ji Yan nodded slowly, stood up, and narrowed her beautiful eyes, "Okay, very good! Xia Lan, if I had known that you were so indifferent, I shouldn't have let you go at all!"
After that, he turned around and slammed the door.
Her head seemed to be hurting more and more. Xia Lan put down her pen, rubbed her temples, and her eyes drifted to the newspaper again. Surprisingly, she was also pregnant...
He turned around in the leather chair and looked out the window. Last night, he hugged her tightly and repeated in her ear over and over again, "Can I still love you again?"
She smiled unconsciously, almost, she was about to give up her original persistence; almost, her heart was about to be shaken; almost, Xia Lan was about to become a joke again.
Fisher International.
Ji Yan rushed in like a gust of wind, opened the door, and went straight to the man who was also sinking into the leather chair.
"Jue, why did you come back to An Enuo again?"
Fei Sijue turned around, closed his dark eyes slightly, and said slowly, "She's pregnant."
Ji Yan sneered, "Are you sure it's yours?"
That tone of voice that sounded like An Enuo was doing nothing made Fei Sijue frown, "What do you want to know?"
"You don't care whether the child she is carrying is yours or not. Since you are divorced, you have nothing to do with her! Jue, stop lying to yourself, you don't love her at all!"
He said calmly, "If it were anyone else, I wouldn't care at all. But," he looked directly at Ji Yan, his voice low, "a woman who was let down by me and was willing to take a bullet for me even if she risked her life."