I don't know how long it took, but the door to their private room was opened.
The person who was singing turned around unintentionally, and then his voice fell silent.
After he entered, he quickly discovered the person in the most inconspicuous position.
Even though she covered her head with her coat.
Li Yuqing and Zhuo Jian were separated by three seats and did not move. They just watched Fu Yanye approaching her with cold eyes.
After a few more songs, the room suddenly became quiet.
Everyone seems to have left.
She was left alone.
Zhuo Jian was actually a little sleepy. The alcohol gave her a headache. She raised her hand and easily pulled the coat off her face.
Sure enough, the people singing in front were no longer there.
only......
Someone is sitting next to her.
They are wearing black trousers, so they are not Li Yuqing.
Li Yuqing is wearing casual clothes today.
She thought about who Taylor had been with when she saw him.
There was silence all around.
Her hand accidentally touched the play button of the tablet next to her, and then an old song they were familiar with slowly started again.
And they were still looking at each other.
Like in a dream.
Otherwise, why would he suddenly appear?
"why cry?"
After a long time, he seemed to have found his voice, but he just asked in a low voice.
why cry?
Zhuo Jian didn't want him to know about this, so she looked at him with anger and stubbornness in her eyes.
But Fu Yanye seemed to want her to give an answer, and called her again: "Zhuo Jian, answer me."
"Weren't we acting in the restaurant?"
"acting?"
Fu Yanye frowned.
"Why are you here?"
Zhuo Jian asked him back.
Fu Yanye looked at her with more and more profound eyes. He didn't expect her to be able to tell the difference so clearly. Finally, he sneered and said, "Because it's acting, and acting requires a complete set. Those people tonight know where I live. If you're not here,
, they will naturally know what happened to us."
"What happened to us?"
Zhuo Jian still asked him straightforwardly.
Fu Yanye didn't expect to be asked by her all the time. He suddenly became angry and turned around to block her sight. He sat on her lap, held her wet face and looked into her stubborn eyes, and asked her more coldly,
"You are not qualified to ask me, answer my question first, why are you crying?"
Why is she crying in a sea of people?
Why do you cover your face like a wretch?
Didn't she know that with her face covered and trembling as she cried, she couldn't deceive anyone that she was crying?
Does she want everyone to think she has been wronged?
In their damn unforgettable relationship.
"My ankle hurts."
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time. When tears fell again, she was extremely weak and her voice was unclear.
She wanted to leave, wanted to escape quickly.
But he was on her lap, in such an ambiguous posture, holding her face and asking her why she was crying.
Why is he doing this?
If you want to let go, let it go. Why come to her again late at night when she is drunk and unconscious?
She was so afraid that she would not be able to control herself and do something she would regret.
She tried her best to control herself and stay awake, but as soon as her voice came out, she knew that she could no longer control it.
She wanted to accuse, wanted to be aggrieved, to cry in front of him without any scruples like their daughter, to act coquettishly to him, to make him feel sorry for her.