After she came out of the bar that night, she had a lot of sleep and couldn't sleep well for the next few days, and she had no appetite for eating during the day. She quickly lost weight and her face turned pale and terrible. She had no job and nothing to do. She often just lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

When the phone rang that day, she lay on her back and didn't care too much, but the caller was very stubborn, and the ringtone kept ringing, so she had to get up. She saw that the number was very strange and thought she had called the wrong one.

It was a woman's voice, her tone was very soft and unfamiliar, and she asked her: "Ms. Xia, are you free to have a cup of coffee together?"

She was stunned for a while before finally realizing that it had been a week after all, and in her opinion, with Ye Shaoqian's ability, she would never let such a person disturb her life, so she was really a little surprised.

She instinctively refused: "As Mr. Ye's 'ex-girlfriend, I don't think we need to have any intersection."

She said: "You will be interested in some...secrets about Mr. Ye."

Xia Xiaobei took a deep breath. Such a meeting was comparable to the 8 o'clock drama, but she admitted that the "secret" in the other party was really attractive. She had been waiting for more than a week, but Shaoqian still refused to tell her anything, so she had to verify it herself.

I made an appointment on the phone at the time and place. After hanging up, I started changing clothes and dressing up. She actually didn't know much about makeup. She always had plain faces at work, so at most she only applied a little light lip gloss. When she was with Ye Shaoqian, she gave her a lot of brand-name cosmetics and jewelry, which she kept throwing there, not even Kaifeng.

Chanel's powder was rubbed on her face, and the fragrance was very white and almost pale. Maybe it was just her face that was not good, but she was still shocked and quickly washed it with water. No matter how she applied it, the young age of five or six could not be erased.

She was used to being punctual. In the past, she would always negotiate a contract with no time or too late, just five minutes in advance, and today she was the same. When she walked into the agreed cafe, the other party was already sitting by the window and waved to her from afar.

Xia Xiaobei smiled and walked straight over, sat down in front of her. She had ordered a cup of cappuccino, and the beautiful lace floated on the surface. It seemed that the other party was even more nervous than her. She had arrived so long ago.

Seeing her coming, Xiaoshui called the waiter generously and asked her: "What are you drinking?"

"Ice Water, thank you."

The ice water was quickly brought up. A piece of lemon was inserted into the slender cup. The ice melted and fine beads of sweat emerged on the surface of the glass. Xia Xiaobei held the cup in his hand and did not drink it. Soon, the dry palm felt a coolness.

The woman stirred the coffee in the cup with a silver spoon, and smiled on her cheeks still showed a vortex of smile. She was the age of youth.

She said: "My name is Zhao Qiushui. They all call me Xiaoshui at Amour. Miss Xia, you can call me that too."

Xia Xiaobei remembered that when she entered the door last night, several men did call her that. She had to smile awkwardly and said, "Miss Zhao, lucky to know."

She said: "I always wanted to see you closer."

Xia Xiaobei was stunned: "What's the best thing about me? Miss Zhao is in her prime and can stand the most detailed viewing."

Her big eyes flashed with light, "I always wanted to know how much I look like you, so that when he presses on me, he still calls you by your name."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, and it made her head blank at that time. She never believed that Shao Qian was just playing with her, but what did she say? Pressing on her...

Xia Xiaobei's face was embarrassed, and he hurriedly picked up the cup and raised his head and took a big sip. The cool ice water rolled down from her throat. She pursed her lips and listened to her continue.

"You may still remember the first time we met... Oh, that's really terrible. He treated me as you and almost wanted me."

"Um."

"Later I heard that he was Ye San Shao, his family was rich and powerful, and he was a rare financial supporter. But I never met him again at amour."

"oh?"

"Until half a month ago, when I met him again, he was still drunk and couldn't even walk. He lay on me and said: You are not Xiaobei, I will not admit your mistake this time. It seems that after that time, you made a big fuss, so that he remembers it so clearly."

"Oh," she lowered her eyes, as if she was recalling, "What else?"

"I wanted to send him home, but he actually took me to your house and fell asleep downstairs. I couldn't leave him alone, so I had to take him to a hotel to open a room. That night, he treated me as you..."

Xia Xiaobei changed her sitting position and looked up her head and looked at her seriously. From this perspective, she actually didn't look like herself. At least her facial features were different. Perhaps the inconspicuous temperament emitting from her body was slightly similar. The ice cubes in the cup had been completely melted, and her hand holding the wall of the cup was shaking a little.

"He loves you," Xiaoshui came to the conclusion carefully, but then he changed the subject, "But I have his child."

For some reason, her palm slipped, the glass cup tilted down, and the water spilled all over the table.

The waiter hurriedly stepped forward to clean up, and she apologized repeatedly with apologies.

There was a mess of war, and she was almost about to stand up and escape in the battle, but Xiaoshui sat quietly opposite her, smiling at her, her eyes softly, and landed on her still flat belly.

"Miss Xia, don't worry," she gestured to her to sit down with her eyes, "I won't use this child to threaten Mr. Ye or something."

She smiled hard, and looked surprisingly calm: "You can't threaten him. Even if what you said is true, you are indeed pregnant and your belly is a seed of Ye, so what? You shouldn't have been pregnant for him. Many people in your circle should have had relationships with them. How did they handle it before, and this time it's the same. I guess you also expected that Shaoqian wouldn't let you keep the child, so you might as well just keep doing it and take the opportunity to show off to me before the child is abolished."

Zhao Qiushui was stunned instead, and stared at her with beautiful eyes in confusion.

Xia Xiaobei is now extremely glad that she has helped Lei Yunze handle too many similar incidents in the past, so that her heartache is almost paralyzed, but she can still pretend to be stolen: "But what's the use of doing this? I have already admitted that I am just an ex-girlfriend, and what are you still worried about as a genuine brand? Don't tell me that you love him because you love him. If you really love him, you shouldn't do this. You know that their group of people are really angry, but it's hard to mess with."

Xia Xiaobei actually hated herself very much. She could still be so rational at this time. She would rather be like an ignorant child, get angry pretentiously, turn the table, throw off the cup, and cry again. At least she would not be like this now. All the grievances and pains are stuffed in her heart until they rot and smell...

"No matter whether you believe it or not, I will do my best to protect the child in my belly. We will see when the time comes." Zhao Qiushui, who asked her, couldn't hold back and stood up and walked away.

She looked dazed all afternoon. She couldn't tell the truth about the other person's words, whether it was true or false, or how many things were true or false, but the whole story gradually became clear. She sat on the sofa for a long time and thought about a lot of things. It seemed that she was the same four years ago, with nothing, but she had the courage to give birth to the child alone and raise it to this day.

I wonder if the little water in front of me would be another self. If so, she just wanted to persuade her: being too persistent, sometimes she might not get the result she wanted.

At night, I drank at Amour, and made an appointment with Lan Jia, opened a bottle of her favorite spirits, and poured them one by one. I drank too quickly and accidentally choked, so I lay on the bar and coughed repeatedly. She didn't know how to drink, and the wine was extremely high. She felt a burst of burning pain when she scraped her throat. She gradually felt fishy and sweet in her throat, and she started to vomit as she coughed.

Lan Jia paid attention to her face and patted her back and said, "Is there any way you drink it like this? You will pour it in less than half a bottle."

She coughed so much that her face was covered with tears, and she pressed her hand on her stomach and said, "Lan Jia, I feel pain..."

Lan Jia just thought she had a stomachache, so she said oh, and asked her for a cup of water with sugar: "Drink it and moisten the stomach."

She shook her head and cried even harder. She didn't have stomachache, she just felt pain in her heart. So many grievances have eroded a hole in her heart over the years, and slowly corroded every day and night, and finally collapsed at a moment.

"Lan Jia, how could he bully people like this? That woman... that woman! She said she was pregnant... they all went to bed... Woo woo..." She cried so hard that she counted his "crimes" one by one, "I just haven't slept with him, I'm just taking off? Can't I still get rid of it?"

She actually pulled the collar of her clothes while talking. The atmosphere in the bar was very high, the lights were wild and the music was deafening. No one noticed her drunkenness. Even the DJ was extremely crazy, and she shook her head and twisted with the beat. The entire dance floor was full of demons dancing, with men and women flirting with each other and having sex.

She took off Lan Jia's hand and jumped down from the chair: "Come on, let's go dance. Throw the smelly men away, let's go dance!"

She took off her coat, which was a black tights inside, and the pure cotton fabric made her body curves look at her. The originally unremarkable measurements seemed a bit attractive. Lan Jiaben was a beautiful woman with a red root. Even if she threw them in this kind of silk hole, she was also the queen-level fairy with the most aura.

The music was so exciting that the two of them danced off the dance floor and twisted their bodies with the people around them. Xia Xiaobei was so drunk that he felt hot all over and smiled more and more dazzlingly. He stepped on a strong rhythm with Lan Jia and danced wildly. There was no way to go, but because he was able to let go, he gradually attracted a lot of applause, and some men who came to find their goals had gradually surrounded him.

Ye Shaoqian was in a crowd of people, hugging and hugging the private room upstairs. Someone happened to whistle to the dance floor, and he saw the pair of little women surrounded in the center. I won’t talk about the one next to her, but how could she? She always laughed at her subway company at home at 3:00 and 10:00, and she couldn’t even drink at the social table, but she was dressed so cool, and was drunk and attracted bees and butterflies in the crowd.

At that moment, he couldn't tell whether he was angry or heartbroken. Anyway, he was just like a sculpture, standing there staring blankly.

A group of people noticed something was wrong, and looked at him with his eyes, and their smiles suddenly became ambiguous: "Why would you ask someone for a name later and say Mr. Ye to invite them to drink?"

"Ye San, you've changed a few of them in just a few days!"

The group of people burst into laughter, but he couldn't laugh at me anyway. They rushed them up first, but they found a seat on the dance floor, sat down, and looked at it from a distance.

If it were in the past, he would probably go up and take her down without saying a word, but now, what position does he have to care about her now? He obviously drove her away, but now he said he couldn't let it go? But she didn't know whether she cherished herself and had to put herself in danger.

As soon as he saw the vulgar eyes around her, he was so angry that he trembled all over. The waiter came to some wine, and he casually called Hennessy. Suddenly he remembered something, and waved his hand and said, "Come back."

The waiter turned back respectfully: "Mr. Ye, what else do you have to give?"

He stuffed a thick stack of pink notes into the pocket of his uniform’s chest and pointed at the two women on the dance floor: “Go and call them down.”

The waiter accepted the money and immediately understood it. He turned around and walked straight into the dance floor. I don’t know what Xia Xiaobei said in his ear, so she stopped and looked around in confusion. For some reason, Ye Shaoqian felt a little guilty and turned his back and didn’t want her to see it. When he turned around, the scene changed again.

In addition to the waiter, Xia Xiaobei and Lan Jia, there was also a man with yellow hair dyed in the middle. The four of them were talking about. The yellow hair pushed the waiter and reached out to pull Xia Xiaobei. Xia Xiaobei was so drunk that he giggled on Lan Jia's shoulder, looking drunk.

Before the yellow-haired hand was placed on Xia Xiaobei's arm, it was intercepted by someone from the air. He could tremble instinct, but he didn't expect that the man's hand was so strong that he could not move like a steel bar or a bone.

The idea was quite tough. He was about to see the man's background, but he heard the sexy girl laughing even more charmingly, pointing at the man and trembling: "Ye Shaoqian, you have no conscience..."

Huangmao felt that his wrist was about to be removed. Her face was wrinkled and she raised her head and asked, "Are you his man?"

Before he could answer, Xia Xiaobei shook his head violently: "He is not, he is not, he has long wanted me!"

Ye Shaoqian's face was very tight, his thin lips were pursed, and his expression was frighteningly cold.

Lan Jia hurriedly patted Xia Xiaobei, pulled her away and said, "Wake up quickly and stop making trouble."

But she smiled so charmingly that she still hooked up with the yellow-haired man: "He is not my boyfriend... Didn't you say you want to invite me to drink? Let's drink again..."

The yellow-haired man was a little lost when he was captured like this, but now the main master spoke. He gave a wink at the edge with a legitimate reputation. He didn't know why a group of people suddenly rushed out of the crowd. They all looked like they were all yellow-haired man, and they were all ready to try.

Ye Shaoqian glanced at the scene, curled up the evil corners of his mouth and laughed, and the disdain in his eyes became more and more obvious. Huangmao first attacked and turned around and punched him in the face. Before his hand was stained with his clothes, he could only hear a whimpering cry. With the creaking of bones, Huangmao was already holding half of his arm and rolling on the ground in pain.

The others suddenly changed color and surrounded them together. Someone screamed in the dance floor. The crowd suddenly blew away. Ye Shaoqian fell into the center of the dance floor. Under the explosive music, he punched and kicked, and two of them fell down in one round and a while. Someone wanted to attack from behind, but Ye Shaoqian was knocked down on the spot and then he slapped it hard. He was as if his eyes had grown on the back of his head, and he was calm and calm. He lifted up the wine bottle and smashed it back and it was accurate. Five or six people were still knocked down easily.

Lan Jia poked Xia Xiaobei who knew nothing about human affairs and said leisurely: "Come on, your life is complete, and such a plot of Xiaoyan happened to you. Why is there no man fighting for me?"

The bar manager there had been a long time ago and rushed over with the security guards anxiously. When he saw that Mr. Ye San was surrounded in the middle, he immediately directed the security guard to kick the people on the ground and drag them all out. After that, he smiled and said, "I'm so sorry, the security guards have slacked off recently, so they put these gangs of people in. Mr. Ye, aren't you hurt?"

Ye Shaoqian's face was as deep as water. He took off his coat and covered Xia Xiaobei, saying, "It's okay, you're busy with your business."

The manager wiped the cold sweat, nodded and smiled a few times, and finally asked to keep the business back.

Lan Jia pushed Xia Xiaobei into his arms, and smiled with a deep meaning: "I don't know what evil you two have committed, do you have to do this?"

Xia Xiaobei was really drunk and could not even walk. Ye Shaoqian almost dragged her out of it. She was soft in his arms, and the familiar fragrance was still so familiar that it could smell it through the strong smell of alcohol. He took a deep breath, and the fragrance continued to penetrate into his lungs.

He stood on the side of the road to take a taxi, and she swayed herself, her mouth kept making intermittent and inconsistent tone, and she didn't know what she was humming.

After finally getting a taxi, he was about to pull her when he heard her "sniff" and squatted on the ground. The driver was not very happy and asked, "Is it okay for a little girl? Don't spit it in my car!"

Ye Shaoqian looked helpless and patted her back with his big hands. She retching for a long time, but she didn't spit out anything. Finally, she leaned against his arm and said hummingly: "I feel uncomfortable..."

He could only coax her: "It won't be uncomfortable if you lie down when you go home."

She sniffed like a child, nodded, and let him stuff herself into the car. After getting in the car, she frowned and said, "Shaoqian, I feel uncomfortable..."

He was stunned, and his hand holding her froze immediately. He only looked at her face, her pale and thin face, and could no longer help but soften his heart.

He put her head on his knees, his big hand passed through her hair, stopped on her cheeks, and did not move, but just kept it gently. She said a few words in a vague way, and then she calmed down completely, closed her eyes, and did not move.

The car drove to the entrance of her community. The driver and the guard discussed opening the gate. The guard said hello to him from the rolling window: "Mr. Ye, are you sending your girlfriend back?"

He nodded. He used to drive in in the middle of the night, so the guards were familiar with him.
To be continued...