I don’t know how long it took, the door of their private room was opened.
The person who was singing turned around accidentally and then there was no sound.
After he entered, he soon found the person in the most inconspicuous position.
Even though she covered her head with her coat.
Li Yuqing and Zhuo Jian were separated by the three seats and did not move, but just watched Fu Yanye approaching her coldly.
After a few more songs, the room suddenly became quiet.
Everyone seemed to have left.
She was left alone.
Zhuo Jian was actually a little sleepy, and the alcohol caused a headache. She raised her hand and easily pulled down the coat on her face.
Sure enough, the people singing in front were no longer there.
only……
Someone sat next to her.
It's black trousers, so it's not Li Yuqing.
Li Yuqing was wearing casual clothes today.
She thought of who it was already Taylor and saw him.
There was a silence around.
Her hand accidentally touched the play button on the tablet next to her, and then an old song they were familiar with slowly began.
And they still looked at each other.
It's like in a dream.
Otherwise, how could he suddenly appear?
"Why cry?"
After a long time, he seemed to have found his voice, but he just asked in such a low voice.
Why cry?
Zhuo Jian didn't want him to know about this, and he became angry and stubborn when he looked at him without realizing it.
But Fu Yanye seemed to want her to give an answer, and called her: "Zhuo Jian, answer me."
"When I was in the restaurant, wasn't it acting?"
"acting?"
Fu Yanye frowned.
"Why are you here?"
Zhuo Jian asked him back.
Fu Yanye's eyes became deeper and deeper when he saw her. He didn't expect her to be so clear. Finally, he sneered and said, "Because it's acting, you have to act in full. Those people know where I live tonight. If you are not here
, They will naturally know what happened to us."
“What happened to us?”
Zhuo Jian still asked him so straightforwardly.
Fu Yanye didn't expect that she would always be asked. He suddenly became angry, turned around to block her view, sat on her lap, held her wet face and looked at her stubborn eyes, and asked her even more coldly.
"You are not qualified to ask me, answer my question first, why are you crying?"
Why did she cry in the crowd?
Why cover yourself up like a poor man?
Didn't she know that she was crying with a trembling look that she could not deceive anyone.
Does she want everyone to think she is wronged?
In their damn unforgettable relationship.
"My ankle hurts."
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time, and when tears fell down again, she was extremely weak and her voice was blurred.
She wanted to leave, she wanted to escape quickly.
But he put his face on her legs in such an ambiguous position, then held her face and asked her why she cried.
Why does he want this?
If you want to let go, let go. Why do you come to see her again in such a late night like this when she was drunk and unconscious?
She was so afraid that she would not be able to control herself and did something that she would regret.
She tried her best to control herself and keep herself awake, but as soon as her voice came out, she knew that she could not control her.
She wanted to accuse her, to be wronged, and cry in front of him without any scruples like their daughter, acting coquettishly to him, and making him feel sorry for her.
"Ankle pain?"
Fu Yanye questioned her.
"Well, can you get off me?"
Zhuo Jian asked him humbly.
Fu Yanye thought of his weight and frowned, moved away from her and sat next to her, but was still breathing with her, "Why did your ankle suddenly hurt?"
“It’s raining a lot these days.”
This is the case with old diseases. When it comes to cold, rainy, wet, or something, it will hurt.
Fu Yanye looked at her and didn't believe her words at all.
What he didn't believe was not that her ankle was not hurt, but that she didn't believe that she cried like that because her ankle hurt.
He could easily hold her knees, lift them up, and put them on his legs.
Zhuo Jian wanted to escape, but he tightened his hand to prevent her from moving. His hands were down her knees, causing a tremor on her legs, but he finally just held her ankle.
"Will this be better?"
His palm was warm, and her wet and cold ankles immediately felt better.
But she shrank on the sofa and looked at him, not knowing why he was doing this suddenly.
He performed well at that time, and had always been very cold and lived his own life.
"Let me go."
Her voice was still blurry, but she was firm.
"You are so pitiful, don't you just want me to warm you up?"
"no."
"No? It's not why you want to make yourself look like a victim in front of everyone. It's you who are going to end it."
"Victim?"
Zhuo Jian didn't understand when she made herself look like a victim.
She thought about her behavior just now and suddenly regretted it.
Seeing the doubts and indifference in his eyes, she secretly swears in her heart that she will never drink wine to sing with her colleagues again. Others are singing, but she is feeling sad.
It's so funny, how could this be what Zhuo Jian did?
Too unconscious and irrational.
"Zhuo Jian..."
He called her and held back.
The music in the room reached the most ups and downs.
Zhuo Jian looked into his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, nor did he dare to think about it on his own.
But he finally leaned into her with her ankles, and the two of them pressed against each other's foreheads, and his breath was also filled with alcohol, but it was not as strong as hers.
He only had one drink, out of courtesy when he announced that he was leaving.
He was absent-minded all night.
Why did he come to this city?
It's work, it's work.
He looked at her and told himself this over and over again.
But he wanted to say that if she was willing to take back that night, he would also be willing to pretend that she had never heard of it.
They can still go back to the past.
They can still keep warm and comfort each other.
The music continued, and he, not sure whether it was because of the lyrics or because he happened to feel it, his thin lips gently rubbed against her lips.
Her lips were wet with tears, salty, but with her unique sweetness.
He couldn't help but deepen the kiss, hugged her on the sofa, held her ankle and told her to flex her knees, and then continued to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian's mind was blank. He didn't know why he was kissed by him, and he had not resisted yet.
When she woke up, she immediately turned her head and covered her mouth in disbelief. It took her a long time to look at him and ask him, "What are you doing?"
"I'm kissing you."
He said.
Zhuo Jian was even more deserted and raised his hand to push his shoulder: "Get up."
He looked at her and couldn't get up.
He only felt that she was so damn annoying, but he couldn't do it.
“We’re separated.”
“We can…”
"Impossible, have you forgotten who you brought here?"