Qianqian fled to the toilet and hurriedly closed the door, and then gasped heavily, caressing her forehead weakly, her heart was still throbbing for what had just happened, his complaining eyes made her worry, this man really didn't know what he wanted to do?

If she really took it, would she throw it off and trample on it without pity? This is still his revenge, so she will not give her heart to this demon anyway, absolutely not!

It was only after so firmly convincing herself that she calmed down and regained her indifference, but she didn't know whether to go back to the presidential suite to serve the two of them.

When she first made up her mind, she found that her bag had left in the suite, and it seemed that she still had to go back, as long as she was careful, she should not be found by them, so Qianqian walked out of the bathroom and back to the suite.

The door was not closed, she was surprised, but she still slowly pushed the door open, there was no trace of him in the living room, Qianqian immediately walked in and picked up the bag and wanted to leave, suddenly a cold voice came from the direction of the wine cabinet: "Did I let you leave?" The voice frightened Qianqian immediately stopped and didn't dare to move again, she didn't turn around but heard his sneer: "Are you my mistress, where do you want to go, to find a man?" His insult suddenly made Qianqian sad and angry, her body turned violently, and her eyes looked at him like hatred: " You didn't say I couldn't have a mistress!"

I saw that he was sitting on the ground, with a few wine bottles piled up at his feet, and his eyes covered her like frost, but he didn't speak, and the two looked straight at each other like this, and after a long time, his thin lips were lightly revealed: "Have you forgotten what I said before?" The voice was very soft and low, falling like a feather, but it was extremely heavy on her heart, and it was not all because of him that she would say this?

Qianqian didn't speak, she wanted to see if he was so angry that he would kill her, but he didn't, he just lowered his eyes and looked at the wine bottle on the ground, and whispered: "Come and drink with me." Qianqian didn't know what he was doing again, so she hesitated and stood still, until he said the second time, she moved her steps and walked over, proudly picked up a bottle of wine and poured it, but he tore it open and said: "Wine is not drunk like this, no one is allowed to speak tonight, just drink quietly." ”

Qianqian stared at him for a while, and finally sat on the ground, picked up the empty wine glass and poured a full glass, without looking at him and then poured it down, the wine was very strong, so that she who was not very good at drinking choked and coughed violently, Yan Zhengxi just watched from the side, her eyes were cold and indifferent without any sense of love, and she seemed to treat her like a stranger coldly.

Qianqian coughed violently for a long time before stopping, her whole face was red, and he still drank calmly and ignored her completely, Qianqian gasped for a long time and continued to pick up the wine and pour it into the wine glass, this time she was no longer so anxious, but slowly drank it one bite at a time, but every time she drank it, her face was almost wrinkled together, the spicy slowly fermented in her throat, and slowly she didn't feel uncomfortable, but there was another feeling of pleasure, and slowly realized that the wine was so deep, no wonder men love to drink.

She leaned on the edge of the bar, maybe a little drunk, she felt fluttering, and then turned to look at Yan Zhengxi, her eyes looked at his overly cold face in a sad look, and then began to murmur: "Yan Zhengxi, do you know that I hate you very much, I hate you very much, you, you took everything from me, and now you will take away even my heart? Let me tell you, there will always be hatred between me Luo Qianqian and you Yan Zhengxi, there will be no love, I don't love, I won't love you, I won't ......." In fact, she didn't know that she was talking, as if her brain was uncontrollable to say everything she wanted to say.

At this time, Yan Zhengxi looked at her intently, he had expected her words, she didn't love him, and she wouldn't love him, hating them could only hurt each other and destroy each other, the feelings he once held on to had already been picked out by her, and now she destroyed them with her own hands, maybe there really can't be love between them, and there will be no love.

He lowered his head and laughed softly, his shoulders trembled slightly, Qianqian heard him laugh and asked unhappily: "You, what are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me? laughing at my meanness, laughing at my being insulted and unable to resist, laughing at me for falling in love, oh no, laughing at me that I can't even protect the people around me......" As she spoke, she finally cried, and the tears kept sliding down, washing like a curtain of rain.

Yan Zhengxi looked at her in a daze, his heart ached, obviously these were given to her by himself, but he felt sorry for her, he was still not ruthless enough, and suddenly felt that he was sorry for the dead Xiaoluo, but this punishment was not enough, not enough, far from enough, he hadn't made her fall in love with him?

After thinking about it, he stood up dizzily, walked to her and sat down, put his arm around her, and asked with her crying face drunken and charming: "Do you love me?" His eyes narrowed slightly, looking at her pleadingly, what a humble expression, but Qianqian had long been out of sight, her vision was blurred and she couldn't find her direction, and she couldn't hear his words in a daze, just crying blindly.

She thought that her current self had enough courage and strength to support herself, but after crying, she realized that she was not strong at all, and she was fragile like a ceramic sister who would shatter when touched.

Yan Zhengxi was still holding her, the two of them were already drunk and couldn't figure out the direction, and he didn't know what he was talking about, he continued to murmur: "Do you love him and don't love me? If I don't hurt you anymore, will you fall in love with me? My heart is so uncomfortable, because you are so uncomfortable." Qianqian was hugged tighter and tighter by him, and broke away from him a little resistantly, but Yan Zhengxi didn't let go, and finally the two fell heavily on the carpet, he pressed on her, his deep dark eyes stared at the sadness on her face, and the cool thin lips gently kissed the tears on her face, sucking them away one by one, as if sucking away her sadness as well.

The feather-like movement and the tender expression made Qianqian even more confused and intoxicated, and she opened in a slushful voice: "Cheng Qian, I, I'm sorry for you, I betrayed you, will you hate me?" Before he could answer, his lips had been covered by him, and he sucked back and forth, and he let go of her and coaxed in her ear: "Call me Zhengxi, okay?"

"Zhengxi, why do you want me to call him by name? You are obviously Cheng Qian, I don't want to fall in love with him, I don't want to betray you, I don't want to. She was incoherent, and he soon fell drunk on her chest and fell asleep.

The drunken words of the two did not seem to convey their true intentions, especially Yan Zhengxi, whose naked love was regarded by her as what Yan Chengqian said to her, and she did not dare to clearly express the little love in her heart.