But she gave up after only a few pricks, and then turned to look at the man who was leaning against the wall and staring at her. He was still wearing pajamas.
Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly and said unnaturally: "Why did you get so many balloons?"
"Don't you girls all like these gadgets?"
Zhuang Ming asked sharply. In fact, he didn't rush down to accompany her after going upstairs last night. Of course, he wasn't busy with his own business. He just wanted to make her happy and temporarily forget the things that made her uncomfortable.
But when he asked, he seemed careless, as if he wasn't a very considerate young man.
He wouldn't say that the balloon hadn't been flushed yet, that the tool was broken, and that his cheeks still hurt from blowing for a long time.
Just watching her holding roses to tie balloons, any movement of her little body made him feel that it was all worth it, no matter how tired he was.
One or two rose petals fell as she moved, which made her feel even more intoxicated.
He always felt that girls should be chased and hurt, especially one as delicate as her.
But she stopped after not pricking a few.
She looked at the punctured balloons on the ground, then looked up at them, and then turned around.
He immediately looked away with his obsessed eyes, then touched his cheek and quickly adjusted his expression, and then asked with a nonchalant look, "Why did you stop?"
"It looks better this way."
She walked back to him and leaned against the wall to look at the balloons, "I really like them."
"But don't you want to vent?"
He turned to look at her and asked.
Zhuo Jian shook his head and continued to admire the balloons.
They were all fine, why was she so anxious to end their already short lives?
Somehow, she was brought to this apartment as soon as she regained consciousness, but she didn't regret it after entering.
Why can that man do whatever he wants and still treat her like that, but she must always follow the rules of a wife? What kind of rules are those for her whole life?
She looked at the balloons and thought of herself as a child.
I giggle every day, fantasize about those beautiful things every day, and never know what heartache is.
Why is she living so depressed now?
Her parents only told her to respect others, which means respecting herself, and to tolerate others means to let herself go, and to be happy and healthy, but they never told her to listen to her future husband in everything.
Besides, when her mother left...
Gradually, she fell into another memory.
One day, two days, three days.
She was finally willing to pack up and leave.
Zhuang Mingli said to her before she left: "Zhuo Jian, you have to learn to be a selfish and bad woman."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, feeling that he was selfish enough, and smiled at him.
"If necessary, you are always welcome here."
He rubbed his heart and suddenly realized that he was pointing in the wrong direction, and immediately pointed toward the house with both hands.
Zhuo Jian asked him: "Are you not planning to go back to the south?"
Zhuang Mingli smiled and said, "I want to wait a little longer."
——
When she went out, a snowfall was washing the city.
Wang Rui and the others stayed in the corridor for three days, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when she came out.
It was snowing as soon as they came out. They were all wearing thin clothes and were immediately frozen.
Zhuang Mingli had someone buy Zhuo Jian new clothes, which were not only warm, but also full of gentleness.
only......
We just went out not long ago.
Wang Rui walked up to her and asked her: "Madam, have you blocked your boss again?"
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him.
There are not many people on the street, but they are a scene that attracts people's attention.
It's just that whether Zhuo Jian and Zhuang Mingli came out of the mall together that time or this day, they didn't make the news anymore.
"The boss asked you to answer the phone."
He handed his mobile phone to Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian only glanced at it and didn't answer.
Wang Rui understood immediately and turned on the speaker phone for her.