Li Zihao was lying on the ground like this, not caring at all about the eyes cast around him to see the jokes, whoever likes to laugh laugh, at such a time, how could he still be in the mood to take care of other people's eyes.

Chen Yingxue closed her eyes, leaned on the back seat, and remained motionless for a long time, Zhang Jing thought she was asleep, and the afterglow swept towards her, and Yingxue's trembling eyelashes confirmed that she was pretending to be asleep.

Unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart, with Zihao, his carelessness is always a little touched by Yingxue, at least, put Yingxue in the first place, and put her in his heart to hurt her.

Remember, once on the bus, there was only one vacant seat, Zihao insisted on letting Yingxue sit down, and he, standing beside her, looked at Yingxue tenderly, and Yingxue was happy all the way.

Remember to go to the playground to play, sit on the bench when you are tired of playing, Zihao took out a tissue to wipe the position where Yingxue was sitting, his careful care, he was good to himself, Yingxue still remembers.

Yingxue held back the tears rolling in her eyes and didn't let them fall.

Yingxue said to herself, I don't cry, I can't cry, when I was with Qi Yunlong, I didn't cry on that day, this little sadness is nothing!

Yingxue suffered two emotional setbacks, smiling bitterly at herself, on the emotional road, it can be described as layer by layer, and it has never been smooth.

Forget it, if you can't let it go, you have to let it go, Li Zihao's mother's words completely made Yingxue recognize her situation, who would let go of the daughter who threw an olive branch, she had to go around a poor girl.

It turns out that not only the dynasty in which he lived, but even a thousand years later, the world style is like this.

It turned out that he could never compete.

Chen Yingxue is proud in her bones, she will never let herself beg for a life in the eyes of others, if so, she is willing to give up her life, just like at the beginning, she just doesn't want to be humble and look at other people's faces to make a living.

You can have coarse tea and light rice, you can dress plainly, you can work hard, but you can't be trampled on by others to live a dignified life.

People live in one breath, since it is not suitable, why force it.

Music was playing quietly in the car, Zhang Jing guessed that it might have been something unpleasant at Li Zihao's house, otherwise, Yingxue would not be like this, lost, full of loss.

What Yingxue couldn't hide was her eyes, she didn't notice it, from the moment she got into the car, Zhang Jing found that her eyes had lost their usual brilliance.

At noon, Zhang Jing couldn't help but open her mouth to break the silence, "Yingxue, what do you want to eat at noon?" ”

Yingxue opened her eyes, her face was still calm, "I want to eat spicy, you are free." ”

Zhang Jing said casually, "I also want to eat spicy food, let's go eat boiled fish!" ”

Xiao Wang naturally agreed, it didn't matter what he ate.

When I arrived at the hotel, Yingxue sat down by the window and quietly looked out the window.

Zhang Jing tried to talk to her, Yingxue's appearance made people worry, "Yingxue, what about your mobile phone, when you didn't come back, I called you twice, why didn't you answer?" ”

"I didn't take my phone."

Yingxue's voice was still calm, if it wasn't for the loneliness in her eyes, Zhang Jing might have thought that it hadn't happened.

Yingxue has never liked spicy food, but when she is in a bad mood, she wants to eat spicy food or sweets.

At such a moment, eating sweets is obviously not in her state of mind.

After the boiled fish was served, Yingxue ate quietly, Zhang Jing opened her mouth spicily, fanned the wind with her hands, drank cold water from time to time, and Xiao Wang picked other non-spicy dishes to eat.

Zhang Jing looked at Yingxue in wonder, it was so spicy, and her mouth was a little numb.

Yingxue didn't look spicy at all, but, after a while, her face was slightly red, Zhang Jing saw that Yingxue was still eating boiled fish, and couldn't help but persuade her, "Yingxue, eat less, get on fire." ”

Ying Xue snorted, and her chopsticks were still pinched towards the spicy boiled fish.

Zhang Jing didn't eat a few bites, she was uncomfortable by the spicy mouth, and a small pot of boiled fish entered Yingxue's stomach.