I mechanically and slowly moved towards the pair of figures, thinking that there are thousands of people in this world, maybe the person hugging the back of someone else is not the person I think, maybe I have lost my eyes.

Even if I am timid, I don't allow myself to regress like this, otherwise I may misunderstand him.

"Qin Jianghao. "I don't want any misunderstanding, I don't want to have any regrets, I want to make sure.

But when the man turned around, all the expectations and all the denials were ultimately deceiving himself. It was really the handsome face that was always a little alienated and a little untouchable arrogance, with eyes without mood swings and lips that were so thin that they were always colorless, and the outline of a knife and an axe.

This face is my nightmare day and night, the worry and worry of my heart, and it is impossible to admit that I am wrong.

It's spring in early March, and in most parts of China, March happens to be the time when the snow melts and everything is cute, but in Milan, Italy, the weather just starts to get cold, and the snowflakes start to be wanton.

A snowflake floated onto the eyelashes and froze the eyelids, but it was also melted, and from a distance of a few meters, I could still see a trace of panic in the eyes of the person on the other side, despite the snowflakes.

But I felt like I had been standing for a long time, and in such a cold weather, he just looked at me, and didn't come over to hug me and warm me.

Oh~ He has someone else in his arms, a girl with exquisite facial features and extreme beauty, who can't hold me at all.

Besides, it would be a fool to give up such a beautiful person to hug me.

The delicate and beautiful Italian woman in his arms suddenly cried out with joy, "E, oh, regis, guarda, nevica!"

He pursed his thin lips and replied softly, "Beh, si', e'bellissima. ）”

I remember whether it was when I was a child or when I was studying, every time I felt very cold, but there was nothing to warm up immediately, I liked to go outside with my friends to run a few laps, tired, hot, and not cold.

I pulled the trolley case and turned around and ran, running faster and faster, running farther and farther, it was really cold, and it wouldn't be cold after running for a while.

I don't know how long I ran, but I finally felt no cold, squatting on a street corner, and tears finally flowed out of my eyes. There were a lot of voices around, probably pointing at me, or laughing at me for crying and being ashamed on the street, I didn't care, I didn't understand anyway.

A pair of black leather boots suddenly appeared in front of him, and the snowflakes on his head did not fall on his body again.

I was still crying, ignoring the people.

He squatted down, handed the umbrella over my head a little more, and said, "sonovenutoaprendertidinuovo."

"Get out of here!" I don't understand.

Albert frowned, and didn't seem to understand what I was saying, and handed me a piece of paper, "tiprego, nonpiangere."

I opened his hand, stood up and pulled my suitcase and continued to run in a panic, I didn't know where I was going, I hated this country, I hated the people here. I hate people I know even more, but I've run so far that my feet are about to break, and I still can't get out of this place full of Italian-style buildings, and I can't shake off the long-legged man behind me.

I gave up running and resisted, and let him pull me into the car and take me back to Turin.

"Please don't sneak over there again, this business is very important, and I don't want to let his efforts in the past few months be wasted because of you. "Mr. Ouyang sat on the sofa opposite me, followed by his assistant and bodyguard who had a paralyzed face for 10,000 years, but was very cautious and careful.

He usually talks to me with a kind and kind smile, but the expression on his face at this time is the same as that of his assistant, and there is not a trace of cold waves.

I sneered, "Business, what kind of business needs to isolate me, even hide from me from other women for a date?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you too much, but please be patient and stay here, just tell me what you need, and don't try to sabotage his plans. ”

"What do you think I'm here to get? Do you think I'm here to be a vase?"

Mr. Ouyang narrowed his eyes and did not speak.

I asked myself, "I came with Qin Jianghao, for him." He's not here, do you think I still want to stay here?"

He looked at me and still didn't speak, but the eyes of the bodyguards behind him became colder and colder, faintly murderous. I wasn't afraid that he would flash over and stab me, or break my neck.

I'm just more disgusted with everything here, with their duplicity.

How good is it to me on the surface, but behind the scenes, he always asks Qin Jianghao to do some dangerous things, and even now he uses Qin Jianghao to get close to other women in order to achieve a certain purpose?

And then because I ran to see Qin Jianghao without them knowing, I disrupted their plans a little, and finally annoyed him and thought I was a bit of an eyesore?

"You just have to stay here and don't do anything superfluous. ”

"Do you want to imprison me?"

"You think too much, there is no need to do that level, as long as you don't go to see him, it's your freedom to go wherever you go. ”

I pursed my lips and asked in a deep voice, "Is that what he meant?"

"It has to be this way. ”

"Answer me clearly, does he think that I am hindering him by going to him?"

"I don't think he's so ruthless, but it's a problem for him to go over there. ”

“…… "I lowered my eyes, I thought that I would go to him, maybe it would be surprise or joy to him, but I never thought that it was his trouble.

Since when has Bai Luoluo's existence been no longer a phone call or a video to appease him when he is busy, but troublesome?

"Send me back to China. I said to Mr. Ouyang.

The most annoying thing for me is trouble, and the most annoying person is also the kind of person who troubles people, so I don't like to be a trouble for others, and I don't like to drag others back.

If we can't be each other's dependencies anymore, then I won't at least let him live a little more tired because of me, he is tired enough.

"As long as you don't go to Milan, you can go on with your life here without any burdens. ”

"How can there be no burden?" I smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued: "The sky here is not as clean as in my hometown, the air here is not as fresh as in my hometown, the people here are not as friendly as in my hometown, I am not used to eating the food here, I am not used to riding in the car here, I hate the Italian language I don't understand, and I hate you sane and cold-blooded people...... How can I not be burdened? I feel quite tired. ”

Mr. Ouyang was silent for a few seconds, then frowned and said, "It's not okay to send you back, I can't explain it to him when he comes back?"

"Heh, you're his boss, do you still need to explain to him? You don't have to deal with me all this, you don't have to tell him about my return to China right away, when the task is completed, he probably won't remember me, women are not the same as love for you ambitious and rich men, aren't they all bullshit?"

Mr. Ouyang's wife is a violinist, is also a very beautiful Italian woman, family background is also extraordinary, I had the pleasure of watching her play once, in front of her children, Mr. Ouyang also brought a mistress to cheer her on, when she was playing on the stage full of light, he was in the audience with his mistress Qingme, laughing softly.

But the lady didn't seem to mind, and even didn't seem to be surprised, she still maintained a noble and elegant posture, and after the performance, she came over and gave him a fragrant kiss.

His children also looked like they had nothing to do, and they could even eat quietly at the same table, and a mistress would not affect the harmony of their family.

The world of rich people is a mess I don't understand, I don't hate it, but it doesn't mean that I will agree, I don't know if Qin Jianghao also sees women as just a dispensable object, but I don't want to stay here anymore.

Because every time I think of the image of him hugging another woman, my stomach churns and I feel sick.

I can't even figure out if he's in the villa over there, hugging that woman night after night in the bed I've been with him.

Mr. Ouyang refused to send me back to China at first, I wanted to sneak out, but I always couldn't escape his assistant's eyes, I began a hunger strike, coma once, after waking up, he stood by the bed and said to me helplessly, "Later, after lunch, I asked Albert to take you to the airport, you are his wife after all, even if I don't care about your life or death, but he trusts me, the person in my hands, I can't let her have anything to do." ”

So, after two days of hunger strike, I finally gave up my resistance and ate.

When I came, I had friends who noisily brought me to the security gate, and when I went, I was surrounded by strange faces of strange races, and no one spoke to me.

When I came, I leaned on my broad, strong shoulders, warm and secure legs, and woke up with a cup of unpalatable bitter coffee in front of me.

When I went, I was sitting on a chair with a cup of Coca-Cola on the table, and I didn't need to drink bad coffee anymore, but looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, my heart was empty.

When people have no goals, they always have a lot of dreams and fantasies first, and they are confused when they look back, whether they succeed or not, they don't know what they live for in this life.

Perhaps only by not having to live for anyone or anything can we not be sad, disappointed, or confused.

I won't change my thinking about writing because of any bad comments, whatever you toss, whether you look at you or not is up to you, the second is later, and the babies go to bed first.