Zhao Jian poured the whole glass of wine in one gulp, patted the mouth of the glass, and "poured the wine."

Seven laughed, raised the bottle next to her and added it to her. From childhood to adulthood, there were not many things that could make Zhao Jian give in, so it was no wonder she wanted to get drunk.

After drinking three drinks in a row, Zhao Jian stopped.

"You are such a bad guy. Do you have to ask me to choose at this time?"

Seven smiled and shook his head, and even began to extricate his anger.

Zhao Jian filled himself with a cup again and wanted to drink it, but finally put it down and supported his elbows at the table, "I really don't know anything."

"Forget him, I'll find you another good one." Seven half true and half false. It may be easy for others to start a new relationship, but it is too difficult for Zhao Jian.

It's so difficult to forget.

How difficult it is to start!

Zhao Jian lowered his eyes for a moment, looked at the fragrant steak in front of him, and suddenly looked up at Seven, "Seven, will you not love Alan one day?"

Seven was stunned, thought about it carefully for a while, and said uncertainly: "No."

"What about him?"

“Not either.”

"Why?" Zhao Jian pointed to the steak in front of him, "Look at this steak, it is delicious now. It will lose its taste in less than an hour. Everything has a shelf life. Some things have three years, some things have three months, and it will take less than a night. How long will the shelf life of love be?"

Seven almost choked by this theory. This is not only doubting Ji Rufeng, but also doubting love!

He took a sip of wine and swallowed the things in his mouth, put down his knife and fork and raised his hands.

"Yes, something does have a shelf life, but there are also eternal things in the world, such as the sun, moon, stars, and diamonds. These things are constantly being consumed, but they are all able to withstand consumption. I don't know how long the shelf life of love is, but Alan and I..." He shook his hands, "He is the left hand, I am the right hand, and our shelf life of love may be when this body ages to the point where it is powerless."

Zhao Jian: “…”

Seven stared at her, "Jane, Ji Rufeng may not be a good partner, but it does not mean that all men are not. Even if men are not, there are women, you still have many choices."

"roll!"

Zhao Jian rolled her eyes. Perhaps her love life with Ji Rufeng was only the time for this steak meal.

Seven suddenly pressed her hand, "You and I will go up the mountain together, let's stay in the temple for a few days."

When Zhao Jian talks about this, he has a headache. I don’t know what Seven thinks. Every time I come to Nanjiang, I have to live in Baiyun Temple, eat vegetarian food and listen to scriptures, and follow the rules. He really looks like a monk.

When Zhao Jian thought of getting up at half past four every day for morning classes, he became very angry.

"I don't want it. My wine has reached a critical moment and I can't leave."

"Let someone else do it."

"Can't!"

Seven's rare emphasis tone, "Obe obedient!"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Jian finally inserted a piece of steak and chewed it in his mouth. Seeing that he was always staring at him, his face was serious, and he felt a little nervous, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me? My condition has recurred?"

Seven pursed his lips and didn't say anything. Zhao Jian felt more and more unsure, "What the hell is wrong? Seven, don't scare me."

She did not overventilate, had no visual blur, had no headaches, nor was she irritable and crazy. She was very quiet now, had not lost control, and had no nerve disorders that made people confused.

Why does Seven see her like this?
Chapter completed!