After hanging up the phone, Yu Nianen carefully wiped her tears and put on light makeup when she came out. She didn't know if it was spent or not. She didn't want Rong Beiming to see it.
If she has not forgotten him, if he is not satisfied, the time with him will be extended.
Hurrying back to the restaurant, Rong Beiming had already finished eating and was staring at her seat, thinking about something. Such a focused look made Yu Nianen slow down.
"I'm sorry, the signal here just now was not good, so I couldn't hear it." She said a little guilty, trying her best to hide the loss and uneasiness in her heart. She slowly sat down and returned the phone to him.
Rong Beiming looked at her, took the phone and put it back in his trouser bag.
"Have a good meal!" he said calmly.
"I... don't want to eat." She said, picking up her purse, "I'm going to the bathroom."
"The tear stains are not wiped clean, the eye shadow is a bit smudged, and you cry very sadly?" His tone was still light, but his expression was cold.
I don't like to see her cry, especially because of that piano prince.
She was stunned, then opened her purse, took out a tissue, and wiped her eyes hard: "Have you finished eating? Can you leave?"
"He called your sister? Yu Nianen, can you be more professional when doing transactions? Don't mess with me."
"Who provoked you?" Her voice suddenly rose, "He is my boyfriend, I cried for him, so what? At the beginning, you didn't say you wanted to find a girl without a boyfriend."
"I didn't say you could stay by my side and cry for another man."
"But...but what is our relationship? Mr. Rong, Rong Beiming, can you please stop interfering with me! Apart from our bodies, there is no other connection between us, okay?" Her watery eyes were full of pretending.
Full of anger, he stood up and left in a hurry.
"Yu Nian'en..."
Behind her, the more Rong Beiming shouted, the faster her steps became, and finally she left the restaurant almost at a trot.
She pressed the elevator hard, and when she got off the elevator, she stepped in with her front foot, and Rong Beiming's slender and powerful legs had already stepped in behind her.
"Why are you running? Feeling guilty?"
"Why should I feel guilty?" There were only two of them in the elevator room. The small and confined space made her feel a great sense of oppression. This feeling of oppression and suffocation was brought to her by the man in front of her.