When Xia Mengying was feeling uncomfortable, someone handed her a tissue and waved it in front of her. Xia Mengying felt dizzy and didn't think much about it. She thanked her, took it and wiped her mouth.
Because her stomach was too uncomfortable, she didn't get up, and her hand on the tree loosened. She squatted on the side of the road with her stomach in her hands, her head lowered, buried between her knees. Perhaps because of the discomfort, she shrugged her shoulders.
, but endured not making a sound.
Yan Siming stood on the back left side of Xia Mengying, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and never left.
After a long time, Xia Mengying's stomach felt a little better. She took a deep breath. When she looked up, the neon lights on the other side of the road and the lights of the vehicles in the middle of the road shone into her eyes. She only felt that the world was sparkling with stars, but nothing happened.
Unable to see, she closed her eyes. After a while, she got used to the light.
After squatting for most of the day, her feet were a little numb. Before Xia Mengying could stand up, she staggered and leaned forward. Xia Mengying tried to balance her body, but both of her feet were numb, and she was about to fall to the ground.
On the ground, someone suddenly pulled her from behind. Xia Mengying stood there with her head down, but felt as if the world was shaking.
She held the hand of the "good Samaritan", her weak breath was a little disordered. In the past few days, Xia Mengying could not eat well or sleep well. She had to worry and work hard every day. Even if she was in good health, she often suffered from...
I can't afford her to waste it like this.
"Thanks."
Xia Mengying said gratefully, stood up and looked up. When she saw Yan Siming's face, the polite smile froze on her lips. Without thinking, she quickly let go of Yan Siming's hand and turned around to leave.
After giving him a hard slap and then giving him a candy, Xia Mengying really felt that Yan Siming was playing a trick on her.
He wanted to play, but she wasn't willing to accompany him.
"Xia Mengying."
Yan Siming gritted his teeth, fiercely, but with a hint of helplessness. Xia Mengying didn't look back. He chased after her in a few quick steps and stopped in front of her.
"You can't live without Ning Ziqian, right?"
His deep eyes were cold, without warmth, full of annoyance and unwillingness.
Xia Mengying looked at him. She didn't understand why Yan Siming was so entangled with her. Xia Mengying felt like she wanted to go crazy.
"Won't."
Xia Mengying's voice was cold and indifferent, her makeup-covered face was pale under the light, her originally bright eyes were now gloomy and lifeless, her hair was disheveled, she looked embarrassed and weak.
"But do you think it's interesting to live in pain like me?"
Yan Siming looked at Xia Mengying's desperate look, and tightened his hands into fists, causing veins to pop out.
Anyone who is a little strong or has a sense of responsibility will not seek death just because he has lost someone. But what is the difference between living like a zombie and dying?
"Facing me like this every day, do you feel a sense of accomplishment?"
Xia Mengying's voice was very soft, as if there was nothing there. Looking at Yan Siming's painful and somewhat troubled look, she laughed sarcastically.
Yan Siming didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand to push Xia Mengying's hair away from her face, and then covered her eyes. He didn't know why he didn't like the look in her eyes now. They were sad and desperate, and overflowing with emotion.
Sadness seemed to be contagious. Although she didn't cry, there were tears hanging on her eyelashes. Coupled with her pale face, she looked pitiful and could make people feel sad.
Suddenly Yan Siming's mind suddenly showed the scene of Xia Mengying and Ning Ziqian. Her pure face will always have a good and sweet smile.
There is also full of happiness.
She has never laughed at herself like that. If she treats him as a friend, she is not deliberately alienated. If she can treat herself like Ning Ziqian, he may not be in trouble with her now.
Yan Siming thought like this, but he had never considered Xia Mengying's position. No woman would become friends with the enemy of his beloved boyfriend, especially the clearly domineering man like Yan Siming.
Yan Siming's hand stretched out, and she was avoided before she touched Xia Mengling's face. At the same time, she rang at the same time. "Take your hand away!"
The voice was getting closer, and Xia Mengling looked up, just in opposite Ling Zeyu's anger in the fire in the fire. He pointed at Yan Siming and was walking towards this side.
Ling Zeyu came here at night with several leaders who cooperated with the company to eat. When he came, Xia Mengying just stood up from the ground. When he fell to the ground, he was helped by Yan Siming.
It's not Xia Mengling, but Yan Siming, who has a little similar to Ning Ziqian. He feels that this man is a little familiar, but he never thought of where he was seen until he saw Xia Mengling,
After his mind was in a series of Lenovo, he immediately thought of who the man was.
"Yan Siming, **, it's really you!"
Ling Zeyu took a closer look and confirmed the identity of Yan Siming. Suddenly the fire was furious, and the top of his head seemed to be smoking.
Then, then
Xia Mengyu looked at Ling Zeyu, who suddenly stopped in front of him, and was separated from Yan Siming, full of doubts. Ling Zeyu knew Yan Siming, and listened to his tone, the two seemed to have deep hatred.
"What do you want to do for my sister -in -law?"
The peach blossom eyes of Ling Zeyu's charm were full of alertness and irritability. He turned around and checked Xia Mengling from beginning to end, "Xunzi, how can you know this person?"
He pointed at Yan Siming, and his tone was full of disdain.
"Sister -in -law? Did he and Ning Ziqian get a certificate? Those who have been married can divorce. I heard that there are still brides left the groom running at the wedding, not to mention that the male unmarried and female did not marry.
"
Yan Siming's tone was bland, but Xia Mengliang always felt that he had a deep meaning in his words and was full of provocations. The back of Ling Zeyu's back in front of her was trembling.
"Damn, Lao Tzu is fighting with you, I want to do with you!"
Ling Zeyu said, he was about to rush up. Xia Mengling panicked in his heart, and he grabbed his hand from behind.
I also know that Yan Siming is not a useless soft persimmons like Qi Zhiming. This flutter uses full strength. Xia Mengfeng's drag, the whole person almost follows him.
It is estimated that they will fall to the ground.
"Xunzi, you-"
Ling Zeyu turned back and just wanted to question why Xia Mengyu stopped him to teach Yan Siming. For Xia Mengyu's move, he was uneasy in his heart, there was no bottom.
"Let's go."
Xia Mengyu dragged Ling Zeyu, and said that Siming reached out his hand and his ruthlessness to herself. Ling Zeyu was not his opponent at all. She didn't want Ling Zeyu to suffer.