Zhang Mingliang ran to a private room, closed the door and let out a heavy breath.
Did he sleep with her sooner or later?
Zhang Mingliang couldn't help but feel that she was looked down upon by him.
After Su Bai said the cruel words, he forgot about it, just took out a piece of paper to wipe it, and then continued drinking.
Holding the box in my hand, my mind was full of things from my childhood.
When you were so pure, you can never go back.
But why can't he let go?
Every time I meet a beautiful girl, I feel that this person is not suitable to be a girlfriend, let alone a wife, after just a few words of conversation.
He wanted to see her, just to give her a gift.
He is her brother, so he can give it as a gift.
After finishing a bottle of red wine, he took the gift and left the private room. There was a huge crowd outside, but he stayed away lonely.
——
At around ten o'clock in the evening, Fu Yanye tucked himself into the bed next to Zhuo Jian.
He asked her in a low voice: "Zhuo Jian, when something happened to you, did you think of me?"
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled. The only thing she thought of at that time was him.
"No!"
Her low voice filled the dark room.
There was a long silence after that.
I don't know if there are mountains, seas or the Milky Way between them, although their bodies are close to each other.
Before Fu Yanye's hand could fall on her waist, he retracted after hearing this sound.
"I almost had a car accident when I went home this morning. The only thing on my mind was you."
Fu Yanye turned around and lay down, looking at the roof and talking to her.
Zhuo Jian felt nervous and turned around to look at him.
"I was thinking at that time, if I died, would you be heartbroken?"
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he turned to look at her.
There was a special tranquility in his eyes.
The room was obviously dark, but at that moment, they looked at each other, and then they felt the feeling in their hearts.
"Do you know?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
"What's wrong with you? How could you die if you were fine?"
"Let's use an analogy."
"It's not like that."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she turned away again. She hated this topic.
"Actually, I am not willing to die. I will definitely try my best to survive, unless..."
The bottom of his eyes was an icy abyss.
"Unless what?"
Her weak voice sounded particularly sad in this empty room.
"Unless we die together."
Fu Yanye stared at the back of her head, and immediately turned around to hug her after finishing speaking.
Zhuo Jian instinctively wanted to push away, but she failed.
Because she was heartbroken to death.
"I will drag you with me to the death, Zhuo Jian, do you understand?"
Fu Yanye held her hands together, and his low and deep voice was like a sharp knife piercing her heart.
Zhuo Jian didn't understand, she didn't want to understand.
"If you want to die, you can die by yourself. I still want to accompany my son to grow up."
The tears streaming from the corners of Zhuo Jian's eyes dripped onto the pillow, and he could no longer care about his scratchy voice.
Fu Yanye stood up, held her shoulders and made her lie on her back, looking at her with his dark eyes, every word leaving a mark on her body, "I won't let you get what you want, you know I'm selfish by nature.
, as long as I want to take you there, no matter heaven or hell."