Because the door was open, Zhou Xiaolei walked in directly without knocking. When she came in, she saw Zhuge Qingyao sitting on the edge of the bed without moving.

She sat alone, as if she were the only one left in the world, with a pink face, completely expressionless, and her gaze seemed to wander away from her body, hollow and dull, lifeless.

This is a peerless woman, a woman of all kinds. She was quieter, more indifferent, and more haggard than she had been yesterday, but the changes only made her look more beautiful; A beauty that is intoxicating.

Her eyes are always clear and cold, like flowing water under the ice in winter, her hair is shiny and soft, and her waist is soft, like willow branches in the spring breeze.

She is not the kind of woman who makes men impulsive when they see her, because no matter what kind of man sees her, he can't help but forget everything; And when a woman sees her, she can't give birth to a trace of jealousy except admiration.

When Zhou Xiaolei saw her for the first time, her heart actually hurt, as if she had been gently cut by a knife, and there was a trace of inexplicable pity in her heart. She is so lonely, lonely like a Tianbao flower blooming in the desert that no one appreciates.

Her throat was suddenly blocked, and she didn't know why, she had an urge to cry, and she couldn't say a word from the prepared draft.

Zhou Xiaolei regretted a little, regretting that she shouldn't have rushed in and abruptly abruptly beautied. She has been caught in a dilemma of neither entering nor leaving.

"I know you." Zhuge Qingyao suddenly spoke, her voice was cold and arrogant, and the arrogant didn't even look at her, nor did she ask her to sit down, let alone get up to entertain the guests.

Zhou Xiaolei's tense heartstrings suddenly loosened, and her face suddenly overflowed with a touch of spring-like style. She is a woman with an extraordinarily introverted personality, she likes to laugh and talk, and if she doesn't laugh or talk, it's even more uncomfortable than holding a bubble of urine.

She sat down with a cat, sat next to Zhuge Qingyao, smiled lightly, pursed her lips and said, "Mrs. Yang, I'm very presumptuous to disturb you." ”

Zhuge Qingyao said coldly: "I know that you are presumptuous, you are still here?" ”

Yesterday, Zhou Xiaolei already knew that she was very cold, but she didn't expect her to be so cold that she didn't even have the mood to say a few perfunctory words to the door.

But now that she has sat down, Zhou Xiaolei doesn't want to get up and leave immediately. In front of Zhuge Qingyao, she couldn't afford to lose this person, and she didn't want to run away like this.

Zhou Xiaolei pursed her lips again and said with a smile: "I want to tell you a story." ”

Zhuge Qingyao didn't seem to hear it, and kept his original posture.

Zhou Xiaolei smiled charmingly and said: "This story happened more than a thousand years ago, the heroes and heroines of the story are named Gao Zhentian and Li Ruxue respectively, I wonder if Mrs. Yang is interested in listening to it?" ”

Zhuge Qingyao's body trembled slightly, and he turned his head in an instant, and his empty eyes suddenly became fierce, staring at her without blinking.

Zhou Xiaolei smiled even brighter: "There is also a little couple in the story, the woman is called Gao Gao Yao, and the man is called ......"

Before she finished her words, Zhuge Qingyao raised her eyebrows, stared at a pair of apricot eyes, and scolded softly: "What do you want to do?" ”

Zhou Xiaolei was stunned, suddenly smiled, and said softly: "I just want to tell you a story, why should Mrs. Yang be angry?" ”

Zhuge Qingyao's face turned pale, and her body trembled involuntarily. She closed her eyes, tears rolled down her eyes like pearls, and her lips trembled, "I beg you, you ...... Let's go. It doesn't matter if your story is beautiful or wonderful, I ...... I don't want to hear it. ”

Zhou Xiaolei was stunned, and her peach-blossom-like face slowly became solemn.

A woman, especially a beautiful woman, who lowers her breath and pleads with you in such a low voice, even if you are hard-hearted, will not bear to stay and hurt her.

Zhou Xiaolei stared at her, slowly stood up, slowly turned around and walked away, she had discovered that there must be a very mysterious and special relationship between Zhuge Qingyao and the story she wanted to tell.

Although she couldn't wait to reveal the secret immediately, if it was on the premise of hurting Zhuge Qingyao, she was willing to stop there.

She looked sad and sad, and her expression was lonely, as if she was going to collapse at any moment. Does this still look like a newly married woman? Could it be that there is another man in her emotional world?

Hurting such a fragile woman is nothing short of a crime.

She is also a woman and knows both sides of a woman. When a woman is strong, even if she becomes a husband stone, she has no regrets; But once you become vulnerable, the whole person collapses.

She never forced a woman, and she knew the pain of being forced to do something.

Zhuge Qingyao suddenly said, "You...... You wait. ”

Zhou Xiaolei was waiting, slowly turning around.

After waiting for a long time, Zhuge Qingyao said sadly: "It's him...... He asked you to come? ”

Zhou Xiaolei blinked her big watery eyes, but she didn't mean to speak.

Silence is not necessarily acquiescence. When a person cannot clearly understand the meaning of the other person's words, is silence not the best answer?

Zhou Xiaolei didn't know if he was Wen Jun on her lips, so she chose to be silent.

But Zhuge Qingyao didn't understand it this way, she thought that silence was acquiescence.

The pain on her face was even deeper, tears were dripping down, and she said sadly: "Why didn't he come himself, why did he let you come?" Who are you? ”

If she didn't speak, she would be like a cannon when she spoke. Her words are also affectionate, and her grievances are also deep.

Zhou Xiaolei was stunned, staring blankly at the poignant and complaining woman in front of her.

This is a beautiful, infatuated woman, but she is tormented by lovesickness! To be able to make her so worried, what a happiness he is to be in her mouth!

She couldn't bear it anymore and decided not to deceive the tortured woman anymore. Whatever he had to do with her or not, say it.

Zhou Xiaolei let out a long sigh, there are many helpless things in life, if you deliberately hide it, you will only make things more and more complicated.

She suddenly turned back again, sat beside Zhuge Qingyao, and said softly: "Actually, I just came to see you, and he didn't know." ”

Zhuge Qingyao shook his head with a wry smile, and said with teary eyes: "Seeing me like this, do you think I'm pitiful?" Actually, you don't have to be like this, I don't need you to be pitiful. ”

Zhou Xiaolei seems to have a needle pricking in her heart, messy, and I don't know if it's sweet? Is it bitter? Is it acid? She suddenly grabbed one of Zhuge Qingyao's hands, her eyes were full of tenderness, like a big sister.

"I came to see you, but I didn't want his heart to be tormented by pain anymore."