It's a really weird scene.

Obviously, the man drove the sports car as a rocket, which was enough to see that he was on the edge of anger, but the other party's face was always as pale as water, without the slightest change. The most frightening thing is that during this period, he turned his head and seemed to be gentle to the girl in the co-pilot, and asked softly, "I saw you didn't eat anything just now, will you be hungry?" "Like a good husband who is considerate, or a good lover who is reasonable. But He Xue was frightened, she put one foot on the front seat of the car, grabbed the seat belt and the back seat with both hands, leaned back, and kept praying to God and Buddha in her heart. Thinking about it, I was afraid that someone above my head would not be able to see her, so I meditated silently: God is my brother, God is my brother, God is my brother...... The Korean didn't wait for an answer, and when she turned her head again, she saw that the girl's eyes and lips were closed even tighter.

"What about you?"

Q: What does this do? Does it mean that she chooses to die or starve......

"Can you give a few more choices, those two kinds of death are not very good-looking......"

The man was stunned.

Han Yi has actually been trying his best to control himself not to lose his temper with He Xue, since he owes her and vows to be good to her, he shouldn't be like her. Before or after the two dating, he never lost his temper with her. Even if the girl often disagrees with herself and is so angry that his teeth itch, he always feels that it doesn't matter, just bear with it. The only time that was beyond the scope of his reason was at the farcical wedding of Gu Xiliang and He Yishu, when He Xue and Mobei went off the rails. The Koreans stood on their side for only a dozen seconds, but it seemed like centuries had passed. The two hugged and fell, their lips touched, like a romantic and touching literary drama, and their eyes were as deep as the sea.

He stood there with his hands crossed, and at a glance he saw through the obsession in Mobei's eyes when he looked at the girl from afar. He kept saying to himself: It's really sensational, very memorable, very talented and beautiful, if He Xue can marry him, she will be very happy, she is happy, and she doesn't have to be condemned by her conscience. Thinking about it, he suddenly had an unprecedented confusion, and finally he was so confused that he asked himself: She is happy, what about my happiness? Wouldn't it be better if you really wanted to protect her and keep her by your side?

So the Koreans found thousands of reasons for themselves, and finally the string called anger in their heads was finally broken as a matter of course. So much so that his later behavior frightened He Xue, and actually scared him. The Korean didn't really care about the words that he was not allowed to approach Mobei, but he suddenly blurted out out out of his mood at the time, and when he calmed down, he found that he felt funny like a jealous husband.

"You're afraid of me?"

Finally slowed down.

"Nope!"

Feeling that the car was slowing down, He Xue slowly tried to sit up straight, her back was covered with cold sweat, she was afraid that one sentence would make the other party unhappy, and she would have to take her life to accompany him to die young. After receiving the answer, the man ignored her and drove the car steadily forward, looking at the direction that should be on the way back to the company. Now that she is alone with Koreans, she has completely forgotten what kind of "glorious mission" she shoulders, and how she said to Wang Hao with righteousness, "Don't worry, I will never come back if I don't take the contract!" ”

Perhaps because she felt that such silence was very depressing, He Xue finally had the courage to ask the somewhat unashamed question that had been hidden in her heart.

"Are you jealous?"

Get a "No" without hesitation. ”

Suddenly, the two of them started this boring quiz game.

"Do you still like Mobei?"

Categorical "No." ”

It was Hexue's turn.

The girl bit her lip, and there was obvious playfulness in her eyes, so that in the future, there were many passers-by around her, but she always remembered this day, how much she wanted to get back to the scruples of the year, and she was not guarded.

"You don't like me?"

"Nope."

……

The Korean-American drove without paying attention to what the other person was asking, only thinking that he would deny whatever he asked, after all, there were some things that could not be easily confessed, especially before he really figured out how he felt. And perceiving the girl's forbearance smile, he reacted and fell for it, when the car happened to arrive downstairs in the company, so the Korean naturally stopped the car, He Xue hurriedly opened the door to escape, but was caught back by the man like a cat catching a mouse, effortlessly.

The two faced each other, and He Xue could even feel the man's breath spraying on her face, and when she exhaled and inhaled, a faint smell of tobacco entered her nose. Then she saw the other person's lips move up and down, a few words crisp and crisp, with questions coming to her ears.

"You like me?"

It was a simple question, but it was complicated by a lot of questions back and forth. The crowd on the street was still crowded and lively, with people and cars coming and going, and no one noticed this inconspicuous scene.

Some things need to be faced by yourself, even if the person who is close to you is, he can wash and scrub you when you can't move your hands and feet, he can carefully bandage you when you are injured, but he can't stand up for you and muster up the courage to get out of this sickbed. Just like He Xue now, only she can give the most perfect answer to this question.

And at that moment, He Xue didn't think about whether she liked it or not, but took it for granted that Koreans asked more. Why do you ask so many times? Because if I didn't like you, how could I care so much about what you say, and almost obey your words. If it weren't for liking you, how could I waste a long time of my youth staying by your side, letting you come and go freely in my world, if it wasn't for liking you, I didn't have the strength to bear those outside gossip at all.

The answer was almost about to come out, but the Korean interrupted He Xue at this time, and he slowly let go of the big hand that was holding the other party's small arm, and the words were round.

"Don't like me. Grass, small, snow. ”

I don't want to sink myself, I don't want you to end up being a thorn in my heart, because I know, I always know, that you will leave me one day and never look back.

Have you ever tried it? In fact, "don't like me" hurts more than "I don't like you". It turns out that not only do you not like me, but you don't even want to give me the right to like you.

Hearing that rejection of the obvious words, that lingering phrase, He Xue could no longer speak. So what are you keeping me for? Just to be bored and have a pastime to fight?

"Mobei once said that I thought I was the most narcissistic person in the world, but I didn't expect there to be more narcissistic than me. Korean, who likes you? Who the fuck is going to like you! ”

After yelling at this, He Xue pushed the car door with all her strength and then slammed it shut. The girl walked into the building with small steps, and in the process she strode as if she was about to flee from something. And the Koreans maintained their original posture like this, but their eyes locked on the petite figure until the aftermath of the other party completely disappeared.

In a trance all afternoon, no matter how Wang Hao thundered at He Xue, who returned empty-handed, the other party only had a few faint words.

"Hmm."

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

Wang Hao stroked his forehead and sighed, "When I met you, I really poured mold for eight lifetimes, or blood mold!" ”

But He Xue has been thinking about it, she can't stay in the Korean apartment now, what does it matter? Fortunately, except for some clothes, I don't have many things of my own, so I can go and go at any time. When I got home from work, there was no sign of anyone in the whole room, and the Koreans went to socialize. He Xue didn't stop to pack it up for a moment, the small and medium-sized pink suitcase was piled with a thin layer of ash on it, as if no one had cared about it for a long time. I went to the bedroom to fetch water, ready to wipe it clean, but while wiping it, I remembered the words that popped out of the cold face of the Korean in the afternoon.

Don't like me.

He Xue was suddenly aggrieved, her eyes were hot and moist, and the wiping action of her hands did not stop, but she tried to raise her head hard, for fear that the hot and humid liquid would flow out like this, and there were words in her mouth.

"Who wants to like you? I didn't have a problem with my brain. ”

"Think everybody is going around behind your ass? That's nymphomaniac behavior. ”

……

In the end, it was "Damn, how can I be on the same level as that idiot in Mobei, and I actually scolded myself for being a nymphomaniac." ”

But the Koreans stood at the door for a long time, from the moment He Xue entered the door, today's entertainment was temporarily canceled.

He was wearing soft flip-flops, stepped out of the study with slight steps, and saw the girl carrying the suitcase by herself, looking like she had made up her mind. He resisted the urge to step forward to stop him, but he couldn't move his steps until he saw the other party trying to raise his little face, and said recklessly, "Who wants to like you!" ”

Finally, he couldn't help but paced behind the other party, crouched down and turned her face to face him.

The girl was frightened, the tears that almost fell hung on her eyelashes, the eyes of the two were relatively floating in the air, all the happy disputes were going backwards, at this moment the man's eyes were deep and could not see the emotion, and the outline gradually enlarged in front of him, until he felt that his mouth was bitten like a mosquito, He Xue did not react to what the other party had done.

Who has carved your beauty into my heart, and who has carved my beauty into your life?