Jiang Yuezhou watched Ye Beibei leave step by step at the banquet that day, he didn't stop her, he couldn't help her leave, and Ye Beibei never looked back, although he wanted to stop her and tell her that he didn't really want to let go of her hand.

Ye Beibei's name rolled in his throat, and he almost blurted out several times, and even thought about indulging himself, overturning what he said before, and being a capricious man!

However, he still didn't do anything after all, and there are some things in this world that can't be achieved with just hard work...... It also needs the response and courage of the other party.

If you can't guarantee that you love each other, then it's better not to be together, wishful love is sometimes not the starting point of happiness, or the beginning of pain.

That night, Jiang Yuezhou drank more wine at the banquet for the first time, Zhang Yang drove him home, through the temporary paralysis of alcohol, he felt that his thinking became sluggish, he slowly walked into the home that he once shared with Ye Beibei, the house was still terrifyingly quiet, his footsteps would echo, luxurious furniture, extravagant decoration, but there was no life at all.

He suddenly regretted saying such things to Ye Beibei, he had been like this for so long, why did he easily say that he wanted to let go for love!

I'm already so unbearable, and I'm pretending to be a saint for love!

Jiang Yuezhou suddenly couldn't control his emotions, kicked away the blue glazed porcelain vase that was nearly one person tall next to him, and with a sharp cracking sound, the colors scattered to the ground, there were several large pieces in front of him, green and red painted flowers bloomed vividly on the porcelain, and he sat down on the sofa in the living room.

The low-pressure darkness outside the floor-to-ceiling window resembles the gloomy face of the old man, and the wind that rises at some point shakes the trees in the garden vigorously, and those rootless flowers and leaves are delicate and fragile, and it stops wherever the wind blows.

Jiang Yuezhou felt very uncomfortable, and felt that the saw knife in his heart that had been placed in the corner for a long time was pulled up again, with disgusting rust, and cut his heart in half at once.

As soon as he entered the banquet hall tonight, he saw Ye Beibei standing in the corner, she was wearing a very decent blue evening dress, wearing a slightly thicker makeup, and the pink color on her lips was like a layer of soft water when she pursed the corners of her mouth slightly.

The hall with a good view was resplendent with gold, and the bright light of the crystal lamp fell on her surroundings, and she happened to sit at the junction of light and shadow, so half of her face was gilded with a layer of fluffy gold, and there were some fine strands of hair around her neck, which seemed to be pale gold in the light.

She was quietly with her head bowed, her body slender and beautiful, like a serene and graceful magnolia flower, and like a delicate silhouette, even the air around her seemed to freeze at that moment.

Jiang Yuezhou smiled at himself in the dark, he was pitiful and ridiculous to remember everything about her, he buried his face in the pillow, the soft pillow seemed to have the familiar aroma of Ye Beibei, he felt that he was really drunk this night.

and thou shalt not live.

Jiang Yuezhou turned over, and her cheeks, which were burned by alcohol, were pressed against the satin pillowcase, which was cool and comfortable, reminding him of her body, her body temperature was always higher and warmer than his.

Before he knew it, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, seeped into the pillowcase, and disappeared.

Jiang Yuezhou made himself busy again after this day, and put himself into work as soon as he opened his eyes every day, until he was a little tired and excited. His fanaticism for work made the secretary Li Abao unbearable to look at it again, and she began to slow down the progress of some work in the company openly and secretly, so that Jiang Yuezhou had to stop.

After getting off work that night, Jiang Yuezhou finally had nothing to do and nothing to do, he grabbed his coat and decided to go out for a ride and take a rest. He drove the car and unconsciously came to the downstairs of Ye Beibei's company, and he could see Liminglang's car parked there from a distance.

Jiang Yuezhou sat in the car and lit a cigarette, he looked at Li Minglang's car, and felt that he was even a little envious of Li Minglang, because Li Minglang and Ye Beibei had a clear love relationship, he could come to pick her up confidently, be good to her, think about her calmly, date her, and don't have to make excuses like himself. deliberately left Ye Beibei to work by his side, deliberately arranged all the company's banquets in the hotel where Ye Beibei was, deliberately went there to see her more, and deliberately arranged boring encounters, just to beg her for forgiveness.

Although Li Minglang is thick-skinned, he is much happier than himself, he can unabashedly like Ye Beibei and admire her to the fullest, without worrying that she will notice and be troubled.

Jiang Yuezhou watched Ye Beibei leave in Liminglang's car, he put out the cigarette fiercely, followed all the way to the downstairs of Ye Beibei's house, and watched Ye Beibei and Liminglang walk into the corridor with a smile, he sat in the car, looking at the lights of Ye Beibei's house.

He sat in the car, just looking at the light, I don't know how long, until he saw Dawn Lang coming down from the stairs, he seemed to be relieved, and then drove away.

Jiang Yuezhou didn't want to make himself more pitiful, yes, pitiful!

But he was reluctant, from this day on, he always consciously stopped what he was doing at about six o'clock in the evening, picked up the key and drove to Ye Beibei's company, every time he drove there, he didn't go in, just stayed outside, watching Li Minglang pick Ye Beibei away.

On this day, Jiang Yuezhou drove back with Liminglang's car, but everything on this day was special, Liminglang was in trouble, and did not go upstairs with Ye Beibei, they talked and laughed in the car for a while, and before getting out of the car, Ye Beibei also kissed Liminglang's cheek, and then ran back upstairs.

And Li Minglang also watched the light in Ye Beibei's bedroom turn on, so he drove away.

Since Ye Beibei is willing to kiss Liminglang, he also said that their feelings are very stable, does that mean that he has no chance anymore, Jiang Yuezhou slapped the steering wheel with his hand, as if he was going to rip off the most nourishing piece of meat in his heart, and there was a pain of being Ling Chi.

The next afternoon, there was a party in the company, Jiang Yuezhou, who was extremely depressed, drank a few more glasses of wine unconsciously, and when he came out of the hotel, he did not use the administrative secretary to drive the car, but started the car by himself, accelerated instantly, and rushed into the street quickly.

He rarely indulges himself, but today he likes the feeling of weightlessness at top speed, the scenery outside the window is rapidly receding, and the whole world seems to be left with him and the road in front of him......