1311. Chapter 1311 Where does Luo Jian's love go 1
Under the warm yellow light, the smile on her delicate and lovely face was so happy and sweet.
With her delicate jade fingers, she held a goblet between her fingers as she shuttled through the crowd, her other hand always intertwined with the man beside her.
Holding my son's hand, I will grow old together with you. If you don't leave me, you will never abandon me.
They seemed so perfect for each other, but what about him?
Luo Jian held a wine bottle in one hand and a wine glass in the other, sitting in a deserted corner and looking at his beloved who was now another man's wife.
Put the transparent wine glass on your red lips, raise your head, and drink it all in one gulp.
He drank too hastily, and a drop of bright red wine slipped from the corner of his mouth and was handed to his clean white shirt, right on his heart. It penetrated quickly and stained a large area red.
It was as if it was blood flowing from his heart.
Qingqing, Qingqing.
Goodbye, my beloved girl.
From now on, you no longer need to call me in the middle of the night and let me chat with you.
From now on, you will no longer need me to nag you in your ears, put on more clothes when the weather is cold, or stay up late to hurt your health.
From now on, no one will ever tell me, 'Life is precious, love is even more valuable, and both can be thrown away for the sake of freedom.'
If I had given up then, I would definitely be the one holding your hand now.
It's a pity that I missed the best opportunity and will lose you forever.
His deep eyes sparkled with water, shining in the light.
‘Burp’ After another glass of wine, he burped.
Ready to pour again, the bottle is empty.
He stood up holding on to the table and went to get another bottle of wine from the table a few steps away from him. He went with trembling steps and came back with trembling steps.
The soft leather sofa sank into the buttocks.
Without looking around him, Luo Jian poured himself another glass of wine and drank it all.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out in front of him, a very delicate little hand, holding an empty cup.
Luo Jian looked sideways at him in confusion.
A beautiful little face appeared in front of him, and a pair of water-filled eyes blinked at him innocently.
"Colonel Luo, please pour me a glass of wine."
Domineering tone, sweet voice.
‘Colonel Luo’
Qingqing, can you please stop calling me Colonel Luo?
"Qingqing." Luo Jian looked at the little woman in front of him and murmured Zhao Qingqing's name.
The girl frowned and asked, "Qingqing?"
She turned to look at the brides milling around in the crowd.
It seems that tonight's bride's name is Qingqing.
When she thought of something, a sly look flashed in her eyes, her lips curved in a strange way, and she leaned against Luo Jian, "Colonel, what did you call me?"
"Qingqing, Qingqing." Luo Jian put his arms around the girl's waist, lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Suddenly, the girl snatched the wine bottle from his hand, filled her own glass with red wine, and also filled Luo Jian's glass.
Then he clinked glasses with him and said, "Come, let's drink. We won't come home until we're drunk."
Luo Jian needed someone to drink with him right now. When he heard the crisp sound of glass colliding, he got excited, raised his head and drank a full glass of wine in one breath.
Just after finishing the drink, the cup was filled again.
"Come, drink."
Someone else clinked glasses with him.
…
In the end, the two of them were holding the wine bottle and blowing.
"Brother, senior colonel." The girl put her hand around Luo Jian's neck, put her lips close to his ear, and asked with a smile: "Let's have a one-night stand."
"Qingqing, this won't work." Luo Jian pushed the girl away and moved to the other side.
The girl moved with him, "My grandfather wants me to marry Zhou Chaojun, but I don't want to marry."