That woman who was as noble as a queen, with a natural beauty between her brows... was it Gu Chen? He was obviously a very familiar face, and he often appeared in his memories, but when he looked at it again, he seemed so strange that he had never seen her before.
Zheng Heng's gaze fell and he seemed unable to take it back.
Seeing her walking in the banquet hall with a man who looked cool and noble in every gesture, her face darkened little by little.
He clenched his fists with both hands, and for a moment his heart was filled with all kinds of emotions, which he couldn't describe.
When he saw her again, whenever he saw that face, he couldn't help but recall his high school days.
Zheng Heng's expression became gloomy and uncertain. No one knew what kind of attitude he had towards Gu Chen, not even he himself could figure it out.
"Brother Heng, you are so bad. With a beauty like Sister Xiyue by your side, you are not satisfied. Your eyes are about to bulge." A crisp voice brought Zheng Heng back to reality.
Suddenly and embarrassed, he looked back.
Xiyue, yes, his favorite woman is Xiyue. When he saw Gu Chen, he must have thought of her cruelty towards Xiyue, so he lost his composure.
Xiyue was abroad day and night thinking about returning home, and she had become so thin that she looked like she could be blown over by the wind.
But the Chrysalis is enjoying a luxurious life here, living like a master,...how can she be so cruel! Xiyue is her sister, even if she does something wrong, doesn't she already know it is wrong?
Why wouldn't she let Xiyue go?
Cowardly men will always look for mistakes in women to find excuses for themselves, instead of reflecting on themselves.
"Brother Heng!" A bright and charming little face came into his sight. Qian Zhener stared at him and asked innocently: "Brother Heng, who are you looking at? I saw that your eyes were filled with tears."
It's straight. Sister Xiyue would be so angry if she knew you were staring at another woman."
A malicious sneer flashed through her big flashing eyes. She held Zheng Heng's arm and said with an innocent smile: "I won't tell sister Xiyue, but you have to carry me to rest. In this way, I will
I really don’t know how to say it.”
Zheng Heng withdrew his gaze. His delicate facial features were no longer young and youthful, and his brows showed the elegance and restraint only found in a scholarly family. "Xiyue has always been generous, will she have a problem with me because of your few words?"
It's you who didn't stay well by my aunt's side, wandering around, and even knocked down a lady. You don't have the slightest bit of female restraint."
"Okay, okay, I'm preaching again. It's not fun." Qian Zhener vomited, she gently pulled Zheng Heng's sleeves, and said uneasily: "Don't be angry,
I didn’t mean it.”
Zheng Heng's mind was not on her, and he didn't even listen to what she said.
Qian Zhen'er didn't seem to notice, lowered his head and said gloomily: "I'm just thinking about going abroad in a few days, which makes me feel upset. Not only did you not comfort me, but I... Wuwuwu, Brother Heng, you don't love me anymore.
."
Paying attention to the front from the corner of his eye, he saw her and the man rubbing their temples together and smiling gurglingly. Zheng Heng couldn't help but feel annoyed. He pulled off his tie and said in a deep voice: "You have your family to care about, so why bother with me?"
Wait for me here, I'll call my aunt over." He turned around and left.
Qian Zhener raised his head and his eyes were still dazzled, and the expression on his face was pitiful. He looked at Zheng Heng's back with a sickly obsession.
