Zhuge Qingyao stopped the tears like broken threads, looked at her in a daze, and said in a lost voice: "He ...... Will his heart hurt too? ”

Zhou Xiaolei chuckled: "He is a person, a man of flesh and blood, how can his heart not hurt?" ”

Zhuge Qingyao was stunned for a while, tears rolled in her eyes, and she said coldly: "You know him very well? ”

Zhou Xiaolei was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "You are wrong, I don't know him at all." ”

Zhuge Qingyao's face changed suddenly, she looked at her in surprise, and sneered: "Do you think I'm so easy to deceive?" The relationship between the two of you is clear at a glance. ”

Zhou Xiaolei shook her head and said with a wry smile: "I lied to you? Why should I lie to you? ”

Zhuge Qingyao was stunned and muttered, "You...... You...... I ......"

Zhou Xiaolei smiled bitterly again, and said quietly: "Although I have only known him for half a year, I have already given my heart to him." But he ......," she said, "but I have never entered his heart, and I don't even know who he is if I am not afraid of your laughter." ”

Zhuge Qingyao was surprised: "You don't know who he is?" ”

Zhou Xiaolei's expression was gloomy, and she said lonely: "I only know that he is a psychiatrist, as for why he has a unique skill, where did the 'Dragon Ring' on his finger come from, and why did he suddenly go insane when he heard Li Xueru's name...... Everything about him is like rain and fog, it's a mystery. ”

Zhuge Qingyao bit her lip and said nothing.

Zhou Xiaolei smiled sadly and continued: "Although he was talking and laughing in front of me, pretending to be nothing, I knew that it was just him forcing a smile. He seems to be like an independent and peerless master, living alone and persistently. He is strong on the outside, but fragile on the inside. ”

She paused, and then continued: "His heart is either unwilling to open to others, or he can't find anyone who can open it, so he can only accumulate the bitterness in his heart, accumulate over time, and one day, when he can't stand it anymore, he will suddenly collapse." ”

Hearing this, Zhuge Qingyao remembered the same situation as himself, and couldn't help but feel sad, looking up to the sky and crying bitterly: "God, what kind of sin have you created to torture us like this? ”

Unconsciously, Zhou Xiaolei was already in tears, and she was concerned. She suddenly grabbed one of Zhuge Qingyao's hands, and said with tears in her eyes: "Although the two of us don't know each other very well, we both love the same man deeply, if you believe me, I am willing to be your confidant." ”

Zhuge Qingyao's teary eyes showed endless confusion, and he shook his head and said sadly: "Confidant? Is there a confidant in this world? ”

Zhou Xiaolei sighed: "Even if you don't believe me, you should believe him." I was born and died with him, and I was the woman he loved dearly. ”

Zhuge Qingyao blurted out: "If you are the woman he loves, why is he unwilling to confide in you?" ”

Her words are frank, true, cruel, and even vicious.

Zhou Xiaolei's face sank, and she silently let go of her hand. Her heart suddenly ached slightly, as if she had been pricked by a needle, and a shadow swept over her heart.

She was also confused, confused. For countless nights, when she couldn't sleep at night, she asked herself the same question in her heart, and when she couldn't get an answer, she asked herself and answered herself, and found countless reasons for him.

"Maybe he has his own last resort, maybe he doesn't want to bother others, maybe he doesn't want his lover to worry about him, maybe he is determined to forget the past......"

She thought she had convinced herself that he was in love with her.

However, Zhuge Qingyao's words made her once rock-solid heart begin to sway.

Maybe she was a little jealous in her heart, jealous of his love for Zhou Xiaolei, so she would say this sentence with some extremes, but in any case, Zhou Xiaolei was no longer so confident in herself, and her heart was already shrouded in a shadow.

But she is a strong woman, how can she lose her sense of proportion in front of Zhuge Qingyao? After a long groan, she suddenly smiled and said, "Maybe he has decided to forget the past, forget the unbearable past." ”

Forgetting the past, forgetting the unbearable past, isn't it to forget the former lover? Zhou Xiaolei's words can be regarded as the tip of the needle, and she did not back down.

If you can be extreme, why can't I be mean?

In the eyes of women, love is supreme and sacrosanct. When she was in a hurry, the lady would also roll up her sleeves, point at Xiao San's nose, and scold the street in public like a shrew.

Zhuge Qingyao's face was obviously much gloomy, a pair of clear eyes flashed with anger, and just as he was about to say something to ridicule, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door.

Zhuge Qingyao skimmed his face and quickly wiped away the tears on his face.

Yang Shanyue, Yang Jianming, father and son each walked in with a bulging travel bag, and when they saw Zhou Xiaolei, they couldn't help frowning, and a faint suspicion instantly appeared on their two slightly tired faces.

Yang Shanyue suddenly chuckled and said, "It turned out to be Captain Zhou of the criminal police team, a rare guest, a rare guest." ”

Zhou Xiaolei hurriedly got up and said with a smile: "I came to the hotel to supervise the safety work." When I saw Mrs. Yang, I chatted with her by the way. ”

Yang Shanyue nodded and said, "So that's the case, Captain Zhou has worked hard." With that, he turned around and walked out of the room quickly.

Yang Jianming glanced at Zhuge Qingyao and said nervously: "Oh, what did Captain Zhou talk about with Neiko?" ”

Zhou Xiaolei said with a smile: "It's all about some of our women, is Yang Shao also interested in listening to it?" ”

Yang Jianming said embarrassedly: "Neizi usually speaks little, but I'm afraid that I will snub Captain Zhou." ”

Zhou Xiaolei said with a funny smile: "I'm a talker, but Mrs. Yang likes to listen, the two complement each other and have a good chat." Seeing the travel bag on his shoulder, she said again: "Seeing that Yang Shao is in a hurry, where did he come from?" ”

Yang Jianming's expression froze, the travel bag on his shoulder was hidden behind his back, his eyebrows were raised lightly, and he said with emotion: "The southeast shape is victorious, the three Wu capitals, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people. Cloud trees surround the embankment. The angry waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is endless...... How could we miss such a beautiful view? ”

Zhou Xiaolei nodded and said: "Yang Shao is chic and dignified, this time he is traveling with the United States, and he should have a good time." Then I won't bother the two of you, and I'll leave here. ”

Yang Jianming didn't hold back, and said with a smile: "Captain Zhou, please go slowly." ”

Waiting for Zhou Xiaolei to walk out of the door, Yang Jianming quickly closed the door, walked in front of Zhuge Qingyao, and asked softly, "Sister Yao, what is she here for?" ”

In fact, when he asked this sentence, he didn't expect her answer in his heart. Because in the past six months, she has not said a word in front of him. The dignified and gentle Yao Mei in the past seems to have died.