Pushing open the door, it was still the familiar silence and darkness, but the tears that had been holding back poured out like a lack of embankment in an instant, and at such an instant, Hua felt his loneliness and pity.

"Woo" sobbing, the slightest low whine overflowed, one hand groped the wall towards the room, she put her hand into her mouth with one hand, bit it hard, even ignored the red tooth marks on the back of her hand, and walked quickly into the room.

With a gloomy face, Kong Chengyi's well-defined fingertips held the lit cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then spit out heavily, the thick smoke slowly drifted away, and after smoking two cigarettes, he picked up his steps and walked home again.

When I got home, I found that the darkness of the room, and the dead air did not feel the human smoke at all, the scarlet fire of the cigarette became the only light, and stood in the dark living room for a while, the bright eyes did not find her figure and breath, Kong Chengyi "snapped" and pressed the light hard, turned around and kicked the door with his slender long legs, and closed the door with a "bang".

The whole person was attached to the door panel, gurgling tears down her cheeks, Hua pity covered her heart, hating herself at the moment, hating the sudden flood of emotions, and she always thought that she had already become indifferent and impersonal in the support of hardship, and became able to hide her true self out of the way.

The loud "bang" made her tremble unsuspectingly, and she slowly squatted down along the door, her thin face buried deep between her legs, her lips biting, and salty tears running down her cheeks into her mouth, even more spicy than vogart.

The lip flap stabbed, the pungent blood gradually mixed with the tears and flowed into the mouth, holding her breath uncomfortably, Hua Pity supported the door panel with one hand, slowly moved her squatting and numb feet, and pulled the small dress on her body with one hand, groping her way into the bathroom in the dark.

Regardless of the high price of the dress, Hua Pity casually threw the dress on the bathroom floor, twisted the shower head, tilted her head to face the powerful water, her long hair fell wet in an instant, deliberately holding her breath, deliberately making herself uncomfortable, as if she was so filthy that she had to be constantly washed and had to be punished uncomfortably.

The buttons on the chest of the shirt were unbuttoned three times, the long hem of the shirt came out of the suit pants, Kong Chengyi took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, raised his hand and poured a full glass into the white crystal goblet, lowered his head and smelled the mellow fragrance, and then opened his mouth to drink a small sip, and only after the mouth distinguished the mellow fragrance did he open his mouth and drink it all, put down the cup heavily and poured most of the glass again.

With his hands propped up on the bar, Kong Chengyi's deep eyes stared at the room of pity through the bright light, as if he wanted to see through her door panel, as if he was guessing what she looked like at the moment.

After drinking the red wine in the glass, Kong Chengyi went upstairs step by step, but finally twisted open his room, squinted slightly and pressed the light casually, and entered the bathroom directly, and after a while, the sound of gurgling water came out.

After a while, Kong Chengyi closed his eyes and wiped his short hair with a towel in one hand, and walked out of the bathroom with a gray bathrobe, the cold air faintly added a trace of fragrance, and his deep eyes opened suddenly, and he paused.

Thin toes twisted the floor, a pair of slender and tender slender long legs stood barefoot sexily, the black close-fitting silk skirt only covered the root of the thighs, as if a centimeter further could glimpse the beauty of the legs, the wet long hair was scattered indiscriminately, Kong Chengyi could even see the water droplets dripping on the silk pajamas and finally blending out, his hands hung down naturally, and his red lips opened slightly, as if he was waiting to be kissed.

Pausing to wipe the action, Kong Chengyi's deep eyes stared at her cheeks, guessing her actions without saying a word.

Hua Pity tugged at her cheeks slightly, trying to make herself laugh, and stepped forward under his gaze, stopping at a distance that could almost touch the tip of his nose, phoenix eyes drooping slightly, staring at his strong chest, and a heart "thumping".

The familiar fragrance lingered on the end of her nose, Kong Chengyi lowered her eyes slightly, staring at her red face and throat nucleus vibrating up and down, and at the same time letting the water droplets on the end of her hair drip on her pajamas, hooking her lips to reveal a faint smile.

Raising her head slightly, Hua Pitian stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around Kong Chengyi, deciding to hand herself over to him.

If she can't get out, it's better to burn enthusiastically, let herself be released in the burning, let yourself be transformed into ashes, and welcome the new self with a more absolute attitude, she believes that she will not be the second flower Zhenzhen, and stubbornly tries to prove that she will not repeat her mistakes with actions.

Feeling the excitement of the flower's pity, Kong Chengyi squinted his eyes.

Aren't they strangers to each other? Why are they kissing everything at this moment?

Still, kissing in her world is just an idle thing, perhaps, she has already read all the sails, and he is just an insignificant one.

Kong Chengyi was awakened by the thought in his mind, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were gloomy, staring mockingly at her devotion and helplessness.

Pulled harder into her arms, closer to each other, the flower opened her eyes with pity, but the eyes were gloomy.

I was shocked, and I didn't understand his gloomy thoughts.

The green tendons on her forehead were exposed, Kong Chengyi picked her up and threw her on the bed.

"Ahh

Everything is a foregone conclusion, she can't escape, she would rather face it with a brave posture, but, so tragic, does it fulfill her wish, or perhaps, all the moths to the fire are just her self-destruction?

Waking up from her dream with soreness, Hua sat up in pity and fright, but the room was full of darkness.

Turning around and turning on the bedside lamp, the simple black and white style made the memory of the flower pity swell up in an instant, remembering his madness and determination last night, he quickly lifted the quilt, and a bright red plum blossom bloomed in the snow-white sheets.

Lowering her eyes to inspect the snow-white skin, the flower pity rolled up the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, and lowered her head, feeling lost.

Quiet for a moment, pricking up your ears, still unable to hear the sound outside the room, the silence in the room.

I pressed the light casually, and the dim light in the room instantly lit up, and I was tired of wrapping myself in the quilt and slowly moving to get out of bed, when the back of my hand suddenly touched something, and it shattered with a "pop".

Looking back at the voice, I saw that the transparent glass fell to the ground and shattered into tiny flowers, which looked even more dazzling in the bright light, and the crystal water meandered, gradually soaking through the torn pajamas on the ground, and when I looked up, I could see a signed check and a small pill pressed under the lamp.

Picking up the pill with trembling hands, knowing its effect clearly, Hua silently raised the corners of her lips with pity, laughing at her own stupidity, squinting at the number on the check, and the tears that flowed uncontrollably down.

It turned out that her moth to the fire was nothing more than the pajamas that broke lonely on the ground, and it only meant that her madness last night was nothing more than a tragic scene.

In the dimly lit conference room, only the bright light of the projector flickered, Kong Chengyi sat lazily with his back to the chair, his slender legs folded at will, his bright eyes staring at the screen, his thumb and fingertips against his temples, and listening intently to the operation manager on the stage about the operation analysis of the host hotel last quarter.

The conference table suddenly "buzzed" and vibrate, and the mobile phone screen of the local tyrant Jin that Kong Chengyi placed on the conference table flashed brightly, and then disappeared immediately.

The operation manager, who was making a report on the stage, looked at Kong Chengyi sensitively, paused, and stopped, thinking that Kong Chengyi would go to look at his mobile phone, but after waiting for two seconds, he saw that he was still staring at the screen intently.

The huge conference room was full of high-level people who carried the hotel, and they all held their breath in the dark, and several even secretly took out their mobile phones, hid under the conference table with their hands, and quickly turned their phones into silent or shutdown mode.

Just ten minutes passed, the operation manager on the stage was still in the stage of analyzing the current situation of the hotel, and the mobile phone "buzzed" and vibrated again, trembling, and the manager did not dare to pause for a second, looking at the screen and continuing to analyze.

Kong Chengyi turned his head suddenly, and happened to see the light before the phone screen went down, and the screen displayed two unread messages.

After thinking for a moment and squinting slightly, he reached out and picked up his phone, and his palm felt a vibration again, prompting another new message.

Skeletal fingers slid on the screen, clicked on the message, but saw that the successive text messages were all information about his supplementary card swiping card consumption, the amount of each text message was not small, and the consumption place was all counters in the city-mall, staring at the screen for a few seconds Kong Chengyi pressed the screen, and put the mobile phone back on the desktop of the conference room with a cold face.