As soon as she pulled away, he bit her gently, and then patiently coaxed her to let her guard down bit by bit.
Tasting tears in his mouth, he said: "Coco, I love you."
Her tears welled up again: "I hate you."
He kissed her, patted her back, and said like coaxing a child: "I'm sorry." Everything in the past came to mind, as if they had never been separated, never suspected, and she had always been by his side, letting him
Store it properly and take care of it.
She finally closed her eyes. She had never been so tired. She leaned her head on his shoulder and her throat became hoarse from crying: "...I am not willing to give in."
He was startled slightly and stroked her hair with his big hand: "I know."
"I want to take back what belongs to me."
"I know it all. I will help you. I have worked hard to take the position of president of the world just to help you."
After she finished speaking, she stopped moving, and her breathing became evener. Like a small boat that had gone through rough waves, it finally entered the harbor, docked, and fell asleep deeply in his arms.
Xi Wanlai looked at her quietly, and the scenes in front of him were like a movie replaying. From the first time they met, on the basketball court at sunset, every word and every action she said seemed to be still deeply remembered.
.
Even he himself didn't believe that after such a long time and after waiting hopelessly, he still loved her. When he saw her again, every part of his chest would still beat alive and throb for her.
Endless.
He lowered his head and kissed her temples, carefully, for fear that she would wake up. God would send her back to his hands again, and he would have no reason to let her go again.
In the darkness, Pei Xiao quietly opened his eyes. Xi Wanlai actually maintained a half-sitting, half-lying position and fell asleep beside her bed. Just because she held his hand and rested her head on his shoulder, he
Cannot move.
A faint feeling of guilt flashed through her heart. The moment he kissed her, she clearly felt that there was no longer the throbbing of the past. Her heart felt calm, like stagnant water.
But she wouldfully and stubbornly cried to him and lost her temper at him, making him think that she still loved him.
She is really weak, so if she wants to take revenge, she can only use all available resources around her.
Xi Xiangdong and Jiang Xiaoou taught her this.
*
The award ceremony ended at nearly midnight. Boxiao colleagues in Beijing sent congratulations one after another. This was the first award since the establishment of the new company, and it was particularly meaningful to them.
Yang Yunguang became the biggest focus of the night after taking the spotlight again after the pornographic media scandal. Over there, she was still accepting photos and interviews from reporters. Xi Xiangdong was already holding the phone and was impatiently walking out of the venue.
Yang Yunguang hurriedly pushed away the reporter and chased after him while holding up his high heels and skirt: "Xiangdong, why don't you wait for me to come with you?"
Xi Xiangdong paused slightly, and when he stopped, his eyes were as fierce as ever.
"Okay, your wish has been fulfilled. Now tell me, who told you this?"
Yang Yunguang frowned, and the smile froze on his face: "Is this what you care about most? I thought you would thank me if I helped your new company become famous."
Xi Xiangdong's temples were beating. Suddenly, he seemed to be relieved and laughed softly.
"You should have heard that my father has always wanted me to quit the entertainment industry and go home to inherit his family business, right?"
"Um?"
"Actually, it doesn't matter if Bo Xiao falls. I can go back and be a filial son. But you must not know that I hate smart women. You and Bo Xiao signed a death contract in October. How old will you be in ten years?
Thirty-six? Thirty-seven? If I just hide you, I wonder if there will be any company willing to sign you in ten years when you are an old man?"