Bai Jia opened the door and walked in carefully.i^

The first time I glanced around was to look around, but there was no sign of Teng Ye on the first floor.

Looking back at the car parked outside, Bai Jia plucked up the courage to change her shoes, then held the bag in her hand and headed to the second floor. However, she was only halfway up the stairs when she heard something vaguely, like someone speaking.

It seems like the TV is on.

She followed the sound and walked upstairs. As soon as she entered the third floor, she was dumbfounded.

In the study room facing the third floor, Teng Ye was sitting on a leather chair, and on Teng Ye's lap sat a woman whose clothes were half-undressed.

The snow-white shoulders, black lace bra and red suit that faded to the waist are full of strong visual stimulation, and Teng Ye's collar has been opened, and his long hair is spread out...

The silhouette of them together looked like a wooden vertebra piercing Bai Jia's heart.

"Bang!" The bag in her hand fell to the ground. When Bai Jia hurriedly knelt down to pick it up, both people in the study looked at her.

Teng Ye's eyes were cold, like ice, while the woman's eyes were a little surprised.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Bai Jia didn't know why she spoke like that. After saying this, she immediately turned around and walked downstairs.

"She is..." A woman's timid voice came from behind.

"Ignore her, she's just a maid." The cold and ruthless words broke into his ears with a tone of disregard. Bai Jia felt that this was a bolt from the blue.

maid?

She turned around instinctively, but what she saw was him and the woman kissing each other. She could even hear the passionate sounds they made during the kiss.

Quickly turning her head, she ran downstairs quickly, with one sentence in her mind: Fake, fake, he is acting, acting!

"Ah!" Bai Jia fell down as soon as her foot was in the air. Fortunately, she had already reached the end of the stairs, so she couldn't roll anymore, but this time, she was hit hard.

Sitting on the floor, she hugged her feet and looked at the stairs.

She expected him to come down, she expected him to appear, just like that time when he was injured, he came to Cinderella like a prince and brought her warm happiness.

However, he did not appear on the stairs. On the contrary, she soon heard the woman's shenyin voice coming from upstairs.

Click...

The sound of shattering resounded in her heart, and Bai Jia felt that she was in so much pain.

…

"Bye, Mr. Teng." The woman, wearing a tight red skirt, kissed Teng Ye goodbye in a delicate voice, and then reluctantly left the house.

Teng Ye was wearing a Middle Eastern style robe and a loose sweater. He stood in front of the glass door and window, waving his hands, with a smile on his face, and his expression was still full of meaning. When the woman disappeared from his eyes, his

The smile disappeared, and the whole person stood there with a cold aura.%&*”;

There was a slight noise behind him, but he did not turn around, but the slight frown revealed his concern.

He guessed that she must be looking at him timidly, hesitating whether to step forward, worried about whether he would be angry.

He then thought about what he should say and how he should treat her when she came over to explain to him.

Maybe I should tell her to stay away from Qin Lu, or accept her explanation and say nothing?

He hesitated and thought, after all, if he wanted to stop her from being with Qin Lu, there had to be a reason. He couldn't tell the real reason, so what was the false excuse? How should he stop it?

Does your life still belong to me? Will she lose her classmates after losing friends of the opposite sex? If this continues, will she not be able to stay with me any longer?

Teng Ye's eyebrows furrowed deeper.

But if he didn't tell her, Qin Lu would inevitably deliberately take her away from him, but he couldn't stop her confidently, because he understood that what Qin Lu said was right, he had really harmed Bai Jia, at least hers.

Life has been rewritten by him...

The smell of rice wafted into his nose, and his heart was like a string being plucked.

There was a soft sigh in his heart, and he looked back.

She stood at the dinner table with her head lowered like a child who made a mistake, and there was a bowl of noodles on the table, making his eyelids rise.

This damn Manchu banquet, this damn instant noodles!

He couldn't help but curse in his heart, but found that his heart felt like being pricked by needles.

How could she still do this for him as if nothing had happened?

Especially after she witnessed herself being intimate with other women, she still made herself such a bowl of banquet. She, how humble does she like herself? And what kind of harm did you inflict on her?

Teng Ye, you are a bastard!

He turned his head and strode towards the stairs. When Bai Jia heard the sound, he immediately raised his head. With a panicked glance, he saw his face, which was full of sinister expressions of never forgiving.

"Wait!" She chased after him in a panic: "I have nothing to do with the squad leader! We just went to watch the game. When we came back, we couldn't get a taxi so we took his bicycle. If you are angry about this, I will

Just don’t take his car.”

Teng Ye turned his back to her and closed his eyes tightly: "I didn't say anything."

"But you, you, you are angry." Bai Jia rubbed the corners of his clothes nervously.

Teng Ye bit his lower lip, then opened his eyes and strode up the stairs. Even when he turned around, he just looked ahead, as if she was nothing.

Bai Jia watched Teng Ye walk upstairs without saying a word, and then slammed the door, tears of grievance fell down her cheeks.

She endured it and let it go. She gave up any self-esteem. She just wanted to return to the warmth she had when she had a bowl of noodles with him two days ago. But what happened? What did she get?

Inside the house, Teng Ye was leaning against the door, with a look of pain and anger on his face.

Pain comes from inner struggle, and anger is his condemnation of himself.

In fact, he wanted to touch that bowl of noodles, he wanted to tell her, don't be sad, I don't blame you, but he found that he couldn't. At this moment, he was like a shackle, strangling him and restraining him.

he.

"Don't you think you're causing trouble to enough people?"

"Are you worthy of her?"

Qin Lu's questioning voice echoed in his ears like a curse, and made his heart roast and burn on the fire of conscience...

He reached out and pulled his hair, walked to the desk, and opened the drawer with his fingerprint.

In the drawer were a photo album and a diary, and he took them out together.

He raised his hand to open the photo album, and smiling faces appeared one after another. The voices and smiles that were etched in his mind overlapped with these smiling faces, and then made his heart ache until it bled.

Touching the photo with his fingers, his eyes turned red.

Turning over one page and another.

That face from the bottom of my heart is sometimes charming, sometimes cold, sometimes lazy, sometimes cute...

Those who stayed with each other when they performed missions together, those who relied on each other when facing danger, and those tacit understandings that were enough to communicate with each other with just one look, all rushed up and knocked him down like a tide.

He suddenly closed the photo album, took a deep breath, and looked up at the chandelier in the room. At this moment, his heart was filled with his self-blame:

Ellen, I'm sorry, I failed to protect you, I failed to be each other's best support as we agreed...

I was the one who harmed you. I caused you to lose your life at such a young age. I caused you to be shot for me and then fell off that tall building! I caused you to never have an undamaged body until you die!

But now, I am cuddling up with someone else. How can I be worthy of you?

I didn't even harm you enough, I also harmed another person, a person with those beautiful eyes just like you!

Tell me, am I a bastard? Am I a big, hateful bastard!

…

When the roar of the car broke into her eardrums, Bai Jia, who had been huddled on the kitchen floor, hurriedly stood up as if she had woken up. However, when she rushed out of the room, she could only see the car driving towards the door with its lights flashing.

"No, Teng Ye, no!" Bai Jia hurriedly ran out, but when she ran out, the car had already driven out of the iron fence. She didn't even think about it and just chased her. After a few steps, her slippers fell off. One, she simply threw away the other and chased after him.

"Teng Ye, stop! Stop!"

She shouted, she didn't want him to leave her with that angry attitude, she could feel in her heart that the dream was on the verge of waking up, she just wanted to stay greedy for a little longer.

But instead of slowing down, the car accelerated away without stopping.

She finally stopped, panting and crying, because she could no longer see the car.

Teng Ye once again abandoned her with his coldness.

She didn't understand. She didn't understand why the man with whom he had such a tender relationship had such a huge change. She just sat on the back seat of Qin Lu's bicycle. Is this really an unforgivable event?

Turning around, she wiped her tears and walked back. At this time, the pain in her feet began to spread to her brain.

She bit her lip and stepped forward fiercely, as if she was cutting her heart on a knife.

When she picked up the slippers outside the house, she suddenly laughed, and the tears of laughter became more intense, because one was intact and the other had a broken string. She put them together and felt very much like Teng Ye and her: one was intact, and the other had a broken string. One has been broken and they can no longer be together.

She slowly moved back into the room, and then walked forward in a daze. When she saw the noodle bowl still there on the dining table, she dropped her shoes and walked over quickly, then picked up her chopsticks and started eating. I went to grab some noodles, but they were already stuck together.

She took a bite into her mouth regardless, but the movement was probably too big, and she bit her tongue. The blood spread instantly, and the pain made her tremble.

What you get in exchange for forcing is pain, bleeding pain, and he doesn't care at all, does he?

She put the bowl down and stood there blankly. After a while, a question arose in her heart: Is my dream over?

…

The big clock in the room made a deep and loud sound. Bai Jia recovered from her shock. She looked at the time, seven in the morning.

She reached out to rub her sore eyes and shook her head vigorously before getting up. The pain in her soles was an unceremonious reminder of what happened last night.

She was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hands to rub her face, then endured the pain, walked into the house, washed and changed clothes, and went out with her schoolbag on her back.

When she closed the iron gate, she took one look at the beautiful castle, then turned around and walked out.

Dream, since I want to wake up, how can I force it to stay? Then just wake up!

Maybe I should leave and move out of his world. He won't cherish me anyway, but Baiyun still needs him in the future, and I can't be willful.

Since he and I have already traded our lives, I will be here obediently. If he wants me, I will give it to him. If he doesn’t want it, I will live on my own! From now on, I will never let myself be so stupid that I bleed and shed tears.
Chapter completed!