Jiang Li smiled helplessly, smiling sadly. It turned out that he lost to Shenyang, but to time.
If she met him at that time, then he would be the one who remembered her.
But now, what can he say?
He and she met after they met Shen Yang, so in her heart, he was always a substitute, and this substitute could not squeeze out the original position in her heart no matter what.
Or as she said, they met badly, so they could only stay for a while and finally pass by...
Since both of them have reached this point and she has already said so clearly, then if he persists, he will not be infatuated, but stupid.
He took a deep breath, slowly swallowed a strong sense of sadness, and then looked at Qiao Manman deeply, and said nothing and turned around and left.
He once thought that as long as he loved her well, he would touch her heart. It turned out that what he touched was only himself!
Qiao Manman stood there, a faint bitterness flowing slowly between his eyebrows.
For some reason, although she sometimes feels very angry, every time she sees Jiang Li's sad and lonely figure, she always feels like she is in a mixed mood, and she always feels indescribable.
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In the club's wine tasting area.
Jiang Li took a glass of dark red wine and drank it in big mouthfuls. After a while, the transparent red wine glass came to the bottom.
A smile floated on his lips, and his smile was sunny but blurry, "I found that drinking red wine when I was sad is really suitable, just like drinking the blood shed from my own injury, it was so painful that it was so heartbreaking.
”
Zheng Yan smiled far-fetchedly at the bottle of red wine, smiling as if it was cut by a knife, "I feel so heartbroken that I'm almost bleeding. Do you know that the red wine you drink is much more expensive than blood. This one is called
The red wine for the "Queen" in the red wine industry is worth hundreds of thousands of yuan and has always been treasured by you. Now, you are drinking it like Zhu Bajie, eating ginseng fruit. It really makes my liver hurt so much that I want to faint.”
Jiang Li disagreed and continued to pour red wine into the wine glass. "It's said that women are like wine, and it's true that they are not wrong at all. The more they drink, the more they want to drink, but the more they drink, the more they feel uncomfortable."
Zheng Yan held his hand that poured the wine, "Li, stop drinking, you have lost a lot of treasured red wine, it's really a waste of the winemaker's efforts. If you continue to drink, you will still feel uncomfortable.
.”
Ling Ang, who was standing beside him, gave Zheng Yan a wink, "Yan, let him drink, let him drink until he gets drunk."
He had experienced this feeling of heartache and blood, so he understood Jiang Li's feelings very well.
"Oh!" Zheng Yan sighed long, "Why do feelings always hurt so much? After pain, one after another? It used to be Ang, but now it is Li. Why do you have to have a single love affair with someone? There are so many women in the world, why do you have to have to have a love affair with me?
It’s not that there are no women who want to hang themselves in a tree.”
Ling Ang raised his eyebrows lightly, "Yan, you don't understand why, it's because you have never really loved someone. A man was hung on a tree, not because there was no woman, but who else except that woman
Don't want it."
Zheng Yan was helpless, "I really don't understand why I always love a woman wholeheartedly. There are many people who are better than them, so why do I torture myself to death."