After walking a few steps forward quickly, Wen Siheng suddenly moved away from the woman's hand.
"I'm drinking. I'll take a taxi." He refused coldly.
"Then let's take a car, it's just on the way." Belly reached out and stopped a taxi, opened the door and got in.
Ignoring Belly's expectant eyes inside the open car door, Wen Siheng turned around and walked back.
"I left my things, you go first."
Belly's expression was ugly. Most of the people in their studio had already left, leaving her sitting awkwardly in the car.
"Are you leaving? If you want to leave, close the door quickly. You can't park here!" The taxi driver was a little impatient.
"Then we'll leave first, thank you teacher for the hospitality." Mi Yingying pulled Song Qi away with a wink.
Xiangyi said goodbye and hailed a taxi.
Seeing everyone leaving one after another, Jian Anran couldn't help but stay in place. Seeing that the bus stop was not far away, she walked forward.
"Where are you going?"
Her neck tightened, cold wind rushed into her back, and Wen Siheng grabbed Jian Anran's collar.
"Go home." An unknown fire suddenly arose in her heart, and Jian Anran dropped the two words without looking back.
Without breaking free from the shackles of the collar, he squeezed her hand tightly, wrapping her hand tightly with his broad palm.
He shook it hard but failed to shake it off. He raised his head and glared at the other party unconvinced.
Holding her hand, Wen Siheng walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi to stop.
After confirming that she had gotten on the bus and was seated, Wen Siheng got on the bus with confidence.
The door closed and the yellow taxi quickly disappeared into the night.
Not far away, a beige trench coat was swaying in the evening breeze, and not far away, Belly tucked her blown hair behind her ears.
It was approaching twelve o'clock, and the streets were empty with almost no pedestrians.
The taxi had only driven less than a hundred meters when Belly stopped it urgently. She got out of the car and stood on the side of the road, looking back.
Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, she wanted to wait.
Waiting for a moment, he will let go of everything, waiting for a moment, he will look back at her.
Belly's heart dropped when she saw the shy girl and the man who desperately wanted to win her back.
It seemed like she really couldn't wait any longer.
She had to bow her head and laugh at herself. She had been in a relationship for the past ten years. In the first month of separation, the other party had a new partner.
The identity of this subject is interesting, he is even his student.
Not knowing what kind of cliche love story this was, Belly looked at the flickering street lights in the distance, her vision gradually blurred, and then she came to her senses and reached out to stop a taxi again.
In the taxi that had just driven out of the street where the izakaya was located, a man and a woman were sitting in the back seat, their fingers intertwined but not saying a word, and their eyes did not even meet.
The driver reached out and turned on the music station's radio. It buzzed a few times, and then the radio gradually stabilized.
"The next thing I bring to you is the classic song "Right here waiting for you"." A melodious female voice sounded on the radio.
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"Wherever you go"
“Whatever you do”(Let your imagination run wild)
"I will be right here waiting for you"(I will be waiting for you in this life)
I will be right here waiting for you? As if she suddenly remembered something, Jian Anran couldn't help but repeat it.
He took out his phone and ran his fingertips quickly over the keyboard.
The content found in the search was as expected——
[Words of Platycodon Flower: Eternal Love, No Regrets, Hopeless Love]
So this is what the card on the bouquet of flowers means?
Where is the institution, where is the lecture.
She seemed to immediately understand the darkness in Wen Siheng's eyes when she saw the bouquet that day, and the bouquet that disappeared immediately when she got up the next day.
Is he really no longer nostalgic for the past? Or is he trying to cover up and deceive himself?
After returning home, no one spoke again. After taking a bath, Jane Anran shut herself into the room with only one thought in her mind -
Read the book to death.
No matter whether it is an ex-girlfriend or an old relationship, there is no redemption for anyone. Her only way out now is to read the book to death.
The midterm exam was approaching, and she really didn't have the heart to think about these messy things that she couldn't solve.
Turning on the computer, Jian Anran held her head with one hand. The letters on the screen seemed to be beating one by one. She stretched out her hand to wipe her eyes, her nose felt sore.
Does she count as a third party intervening? Could it be that the mistress turned out to be herself?
Patting her head, Jian Anran tried hard to get rid of these messy thoughts.
Picking up the water glass on the desk, it was empty. She stood up and walked out with the glass.
As soon as the bedroom door opened, the tall figure outside the door was startled at first. He couldn't think of a reasonable excuse for a moment, and he had nowhere to escape.
Not wanting to talk to him, Jian Anran bent her waist, lowered her head and got out of the gap between him and the door.
The man followed Jian Anran, the locomotive, quietly like a train carriage to the kitchen.
Wrinkling her nose slightly, Jian Anran glanced behind her, put the cup under the water dispenser in the kitchen, and pressed the switch.
Boiling water filled the cup with a buzzing sound.
His long knuckles stretched out from behind and pressed against her cup, preventing her from taking it.
After taking a look, Jian Anran's tone was not very good, "Go away."
"Listen to my explanation." Wen Siheng's voice was a little hoarse.
"Who stopped you?" Jian Anran said a little speechlessly.
After clearing his throat, the person behind him said: "We have broken up."
"You said it." Jian Anran was not very satisfied with this answer.
"The past matters between her and I have been settled, and nothing will happen again in the future." The other party bent down and lowered his gaze to the same level as Jian Anran's.
His dark eyes were shining, and his eyes were very firm. She had fallen into this gaze many times, and Jian Anran almost subconsciously dodged it.
His eyes seemed to be able to cast illusions, just like the songs of the sirens in Greek mythology, which made the navigators lose their way and let them go to their own devices.
She said angrily: "What if? Why are you so sure?"
"After ten years of dating, you have never thought about getting married?" Jian Anran asked.
I have seen many such examples in youth romance magazines. Long-distance love affairs that have lasted for many years have ended in vain. Most of them are because the man is a scumbag who always abandons the relationship and is unwilling to take responsibility, thus wasting the girl's youth.
After a pause, Wen Siheng finally spoke as if he had made up his mind.
"I mentioned it, but she refused."
She thought she would be happier when she heard the answer, but Jian Anran didn't seem to feel any joy at all.
It was clear that what she feared did not happen, and her guesses were answered one by one.
Everything seemed to confirm to her again and again that she was just the right person who met by chance at the right time.
It's not that she has to do it, and it doesn't have to do with her.
She was just an accident.
"Ding dong——" The doorbell rang suddenly, and the two of them subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall.
It's close to one o'clock in the morning.
If Jane Anran was not a staunch atheist, she would have to think of the midnight bell. Phones and doorbells that ring in the middle of the night are generally not good at all.
Opening the video doorbell panel in the entrance, the familiar figure on the other side of the screen made her fingers hang in the air.
