Bo Zhanye frowned: "What do you mean? Do you think I will be happy?"
Lan Xixi said angrily: "I don't know about that. It's up to you to know whether you are happy or not."
Bo Zhanye was speechless: "..."
He thought she was really forgiving and didn't care anymore, but to his surprise, he was still angry.
Of course, she has qualifications and rights.
He looked at her: "If I am like you said, I am at your disposal, huh?"
His gentle words gave her the utmost patience.
Lan Xixi was still confused: "You mean you were unhappy that night, so why did you drag her to do that kind of thing with her?"
Bo Zhanye: "..."
"You liked it then, didn't you?"
"Are you hugging her passionately and kissing her just like you kissed me?"
"Is it like you want to touch me, so you can't do it yourself? Come forward?"
Three sentences in a row, all of which were concerned rhetorical questions and angry questions.
At the end of the story, Lan Xixi felt like a sword was stuck in her heart, which stabbed deeply and hurt.
Even the blood that flowed out was icy and cold.
Bo Zhanye froze in place.
He wanted to comfort her, but what she said was the truth...
In the end, he could only give her one explanation: "I did think it was you at the time."
"Do you think that every time you get drunk, you can fool other people into thinking it's me?" Lan Xixi asked again.
This problem gave Bo Zhanye a headache.
He wanted to tell her that nothing like that would happen again.
However, she couldn't believe it at all in her current mood.
He said patiently and softly: "If you didn't agree to forgive me, why are you thinking about this again?
From now on I will give up drinking and never touch alcohol, eh?"
"Don't be angry. Look, your little face is about to become a bun. It doesn't look good."
Lan Xixi burst into tears when he said this:
"I also know that jealous women are the ugliest, but what should I do?
I feel uncomfortable when I think about you being so affectionate with other women and doing the things we do and don't do.
You said, why do I care so much about you? If I cared less about you, I wouldn't be so sad.
You are such a bastard, how could something like this happen and make me so sad?"
Bo Zhanye pulled her and held her broken and sad in his arms, the bitter taste spreading in his throat:
"My fault, it's all my fault.
You said, how can you be happier? Be happy? Don't think about this matter?"
Lan Xixi doesn’t know.
She didn't want to think about it, but how could she control such a thing?
"I just wanted you to tell me about the situation at that time so that I could comfort and convince myself, but you kept silent and made me think more and get angry."
Bo Zhanye: "..."
What could he say?
He said he was drunk at the time, smelled her breath, thought it was her, and pulled her into his arms and kissed her intimately?
I think she will feel even more uncomfortable.
He rubbed his brow with a slender hand and comforted softly: "I only remember the beginning, not the process or the end.
You know that situation, I feel very bad.
Although it is my mother's business, if she chooses to go back, I will once again shoulder the burden of the Bo family and inherit the family property. I told you before that the old house was so complicated that it was my nightmare.
Xiaoxi, it’s my fault, but I was really mentally broken that night, so I drank too much.”
Apologize, be careful, be gentle, and be patient.
Lan Xixi's anger was gradually calmed down by his words, and the discomfort in her heart became a little bit better.
She knew that he had an unhappy childhood and that childhood was also a taboo for him.
When a man breaks down, his only way to vent is to drink.