Ling Junying, who was pushed to the ground by him, had a bigger temper, raised his eyes to look at Le Zhengyu in front of him, but his eyes were scarlet, and before he could speak, Ling Junying shouted first: "Le Zhengyu, you actually pushed me, what do you mean?"

After hearing the sound, Le Zhengyu didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand: "I didn't mean to." ”

"Then you mean it. Ling Junying replied angrily, and did not put his hand into his hand, and his hand stopped in mid-air in embarrassment.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and slowly shrank back: "You don't have to make trouble." ”

The voice was not loud, but Ling Junying still heard it, she paused and then spoke: "I'm making trouble unreasonably, right......" Before the words fell, she was pulled up by Le Zhengyu.

Ling Junying sat on the bed, Le Zhengyu lowered his eyes, looked at her with a not very good face, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you." ”

When the words fell, he turned his gaze elsewhere. After hearing the voice, Ling Junying did not speak, but did not answer after listening to him, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Le Zhengyu on the side didn't know what to say, only the wind outside was rustling in the huge room, he walked to the window and closed the window, and slowly said, "Wash and sleep." ”

Ling Junying gasped after hearing this, as if she had been greatly wronged, and then put down her hands and spoke to the man in front of her: "I will not forgive you." ”

She originally said this to see if Le Zhengyu would care about herself, but what she didn't expect was that Le Zhengyu didn't say a word after hearing that her apology was rejected, and strode away. She looked at his back as she left with empty eyes, and her eyes, which were already scarlet, instantly shed a few drops of liquid: Le Zhengyu, it turns out that you really didn't care about me.

Thinking of this, she took out her mobile phone from the messy room and called Feng Yi: "Hey, Mom." Hearing her trilling voice with a hint of crying, Feng Yi probably guessed something: "What's wrong, did you quarrel with Le Zhengyu?" Or is there something going on in the company?"

As soon as the voice fell, Ling Junying on the other end of the phone couldn't stop crying: "Mom, why do you say Le Zhengyu doesn't like me?"

Feng Yi over there looked at the company's documents and replied absentmindedly: "This kind of thing is a matter of the two of you, you don't know how I can know it." ”

After Ling Junying heard this, her crying became louder and louder, she walked to the window and looked at the night scene outside, and all that came to her mind was the picture of Le Zhengyu pushing her: Is my sincerity so worthless?

Feng Yi saw that she seemed to be crying endlessly, and she only felt bad when she heard it, and secretly scolded: "It looks like it's unproductive." "It's not loud.

But it still reached Ling Junying's ears, and after a pause, her crying gradually became smaller, and then she hung up the phone, she secretly said in her heart: "Why do you all think it's my fault, why doesn't anyone really understand me, do I really make you unreasonable, so disgusting to you?"

Thinking of this, she looked at the potted plants on the window, and threw them to the ground, looking at the broken potted plants on the ground, the corners of her mouth showed a mocking smile.

After staying in the same place for a long time, Ling Junying came back to her senses, cleaned herself up, and drove to a bar to relieve her worries.

As soon as she came in, Ling Junying sat on a chair at the bar and looked at the waiter inside and said lightly: "Take out your best wine here and give it to me, the more you can relieve your worries, the better." ”

When the words fell, she glared at the innocent waiter, who was frightened by her eyes, so she had to turn her head and find a drink for her.

After a while, she sat on the chair and got drunk, and while drinking, she was still thinking about Le Zhengyu in her heart: Why don't you just want to touch me?

And why my mother doesn't understand me, not only does she not comfort me, but she also dislikes me for being unproductive, why everything is so unsatisfactory.

Just as she was about to throw the empty bottle to the ground to vent, a lewd-looking man grabbed her arm that was holding the bottle up and said, "What's the matter, who didn't know each other made my sister unhappy?" Tell my brother, and my brother will teach you a lesson. ”

When the words fell, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After hearing the sound, Ling Junying slowly turned her head, and after seeing the appearance of the person who came, she broke the man's hand with her other empty hand with a look of disgust and said, "Get up, you don't need to care." ”

The lewd man was even more energetic: "If my sister is unhappy, just say it, my brother will really help you if she looks so cute." The words fell, and a mouthful of big yellow teeth were revealed.

Ling Junying didn't want to pay attention to him, picked up a bottle of unfinished wine on the table and was about to pour it into his mouth, but unexpectedly, his hand was held by the lewd man and put it on his chest: "You don't believe me? Then try my brother's sincerity." ”

Ling Junying frowned with a look of disgust: "You let go of me!" However, the lewd man still grabbed her arm as hard as if he hadn't heard.

"Let go of her. A sound of hurried footsteps from not far away made the lewd man panic, and after the person walked in front of him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Yo, it's you." The lewd man immediately let go of his hand: "Don't come unharmed, don't come unharmed." When the words fell, he fled in the wilderness. Ling Junying was rescued by the man now, so she let down her guard and drank with the man.

She was crying with the man in a blur of eyes while drinking wine, and the man also approached her from time to time, and unconsciously Ling Junying fell asleep in the man's arms, the man looked down at the woman in his arms slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, and after a long time, he carried Ling Junying back to the room and threw her on the bed.

The man looked at the beauty on the bed, propped himself directly on top of her, ripped off her clothes, pressed her under him, and tried his best to integrate his body with hers.

In the early morning, the sunlight outside shone through the window on Ling Junying's eyes, her head tingled, and a certain part of her body was also a little swollen and painful, she seemed to think of something, and sat up directly from the bed, but in the afterglow, she saw her messy clothes on the ground, she woke up, and only felt that she was about to collapse, but things had developed to this point, and she could only pretend that nothing had happened and go home.

As soon as he entered the door, Ling Junying smelled the smell of rice, and only when he walked in did he see Le Zhengyu's figure, he noticed it and slowly spoke: "I made you breakfast, I was wrong last night, I'm sorry." She heard this and nodded in agreement.