Reaching out to cover her chest, she bit her lips tightly, looking depressed and helpless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing her like this, Zhuo Yuanhang's face was full of distress, he walked up to her, reached out and pressed her shoulders lightly, and bent over to look at her, "Are you okay?" ”

Bei Xiaorou slowly retracted her gaze looking ahead, looking at his handsome face with worry, and after a long time, she shook her head gently, "I'm fine, I, I'm going back!" ”

Saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, Zhuo Yuanhang hurriedly took her hand, looked at her worriedly, pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "I'll send you back!" ”

Bei Xiaorou lowered her eyes and stood there quietly, the whole person was silent like a statue, completely caught in her own thoughts, and did not notice that the man's worries in his eyes became stronger and stronger after seeing her like this.

In the dark night sky, the crescent moon hung silently, overlooking everything that was earthly.

As the Ferrari drove along the road, Pei Xiaorou silently looked at the scenery speeding by outside the window, the neon lights flashed staggered, and her dazed expression was clearly reflected in the window.

Zhuo Yuanhang glanced at her sideways, his eyebrows became tighter and tighter, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly, and a trace of anger rose from his eyes.

The car slowly stopped on the side of the road, the dim street lights projected through the car window, shining on the woman who didn't notice anything, Zhuo Yuanhang looked at her sideways, and the distress in his eyes flooded out.

He suddenly reached out to hold her cold little hand, and with an angry clear noise, it sounded in the silence of the carriage, "If it were me, I would never leave you like this and let you be sad alone!" ”

The sudden temperature in her hand and the man's words woke up Bei Xiaorou in silence, and she suddenly came back to her senses and turned her head to look at him in a daze.

The roadside lights were refracted on the man's face through the glass window, clearly reflecting the fire in his eyes and the overflowing distress.

Her heart sank slightly, Bei Xiaorou hurriedly lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, withdrew her hand from his hand, pushed the car door with the other hand, bit her lip, and the soft noise was apologetic, "Brother Zhuo, you are very good, but I don't have this blessing, I'm sorry!" ”

After the words fell, he got up and got out of the car without hesitation, Zhuo Yuanhang reached out and wanted to grab her, but he was finally a step too slow, and he could only watch her leave without looking back.

The big hand held in mid-air clenched suddenly, he pulled his lips lightly, overflowing a slightly bitter smile, and the hazy street lamp fell on the man's body, bringing out a touch of lost loneliness.

Bei Xiaorou, who was about to walk to the front of the cake shop, slowly stopped, turned her head to look, and just saw the Ferrari speeding away, she bit her lip, only to feel a heavy heart.

With such a full stomach, Pei Xiaorou walked into the cake shop, her pale face made the mother of pearl and Bei Minghui, who were preparing to close the business, worried.

Mother Fritillary stretched out her hand and pulled her over, carefully studied her daughter's expression, frowned and asked, "Why is your face so bad, what is uncomfortable?" Or is something wrong? ”

Afraid of being seen, Bei Xiaorou hurriedly lowered her eyes to avoid her mother's inquiring gaze, and lied about her headache.

Fortunately, there were only dim spotlights in the store at this time, and she deliberately lowered her face, Mother Fritillary didn't think much about it, but hurriedly asked her to go upstairs to rest.

Bei Xiaorou, who returned to the room, sat on the bed in a daze, looked up at the bright moonlight outside the window, and the last thing the man looked at when he was sitting in the car floated in front of him, the cold and piercing glance, and there was a pain in his heart.

She lowered her head, took out her mobile phone from her bag, and hurriedly dialed the man's number, listening to the beep sound on the other end of the phone, her heart couldn't help but hang tightly, and the hand holding the phone tightened.

When the woman's cold, mechanical, unanswered voice came from the other end of the phone, she bit her lip tightly, and there was a pang of disappointment in her eyes.

"Why won't you listen to me?" She muttered to herself in a low voice, and as her heart throbbed, a grievance of not being trusted slowly rose, and a layer of mist gradually rose under her clear watery eyes.

She sniffed softly, held back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, and dialed the man's phone again.

In the spacious living room, only the silver moonlight projected through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows brings a faint light.

The mobile phone that was thrown on the floor kept flashing and buzzing, and the sound was audible in the quiet room, but it was never answered.

Not far away, on the floor covered with a white woolen blanket, the man sat on a chaise longue with his back against it, his shirt with a wide open neckline revealing his strong chest, and his tie scattered aside. There were a few empty wine bottles scattered around, and the smell of wine wafted into the room, and others could get drunk when they smelled it, but the man was unaware of it, and kept pouring wine into his mouth.

The moonlight fell on his handsome face, and he half-squinted, and the wine slid down the corners of his mouth, and dripping on his open collar chest, making his whole person look extremely embarrassed, not at all like his usual majestic appearance.

Pouring the last sip of wine in the bottle, he squinted lightly, lifted the empty bottle, and shook it gently in the moonlight, and the picture of a woman and other men hugging each other intimately seemed to float in front of him at the door of the hotel's presidential suite.

At this time, the man had closed his eyes, and the whole person was lying there motionless like a statue, but his tightly knit brows never let go.

The moonlight outside the window was quietly shining brightly, and in the quiet room, the mobile phone on the floor was buzzing and vibrating again, and at the same time, the doorbell at the door also rang, but unfortunately all these sounds could not wake up the man.

Outside the gate, Shu Manxue put down the hand that rang the doorbell, and at the same time hung up the unanswered phone, and after a long silence with a frown, he dialed the phone again, anxiously waiting for the voice to sound.

At the same time, the elevator not far away clanged, and then, the sound of high heels hitting the ground, accompanied by the light sound of the rollers sliding, came from far and near, making Shu Manxue, who hung up the phone again and no one answered, subconsciously raised his eyes.

The bright lights in the aisle flowed silently, projecting on the woman who was walking slowly.

She wore a pale yellow dress with a simple ponytail and a playful curl in her slightly curly hair. On the small goose egg face, the complexion is fair and clear, faintly exuding a luster under the light, especially a pair of eyes, clear and smart, with a delicate shimmer, the whole person is more and more clear and lovely.

She looked straight ahead, the mischievous smile on her face, and when she saw Schumann Snow standing in front of her in front of her, her face sank suddenly, and she puffed out her mouth to stare at her, and then quickened her pace and approached her direction.

And Shu Manxue's face was obviously stiff, and a trace of stunned boredom flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it. She bowed her head, took a gentle breath, and when she raised her head again, a soft and pleasant smile was already on her face.