I raised my eyes to look at Xiao Han again, and saw that she was in harmony with the surroundings, not the slightest abrupt. I didn't even notice that a man was throwing a complicated look at him at this moment. However, Zhao Zhiheng was one step ahead of her, and unconsciously glanced at Huaihai a few more times, and Xiao Han turned around.

She stood up, wearing a pink skirt to dominate the audience, her swan-like neck seemed to be singing, half of her arms were exposed, thin but not explicit, like half a white lotus.

Zhao Zhiheng slowly stood up from behind her, Huaihai was about to move, and Zhang Ruolei took the first step to hold him.

"Huaihai, I'll talk about it after I have something to do."

Huaihai turned around, and I was shocked to see his teary eyes and slightly red eyes.

At that moment, I seemed to have an understanding.

I finally understood that some people have been affectionate for ten years, and they are invincible at a glance.

Today, a few years later, I realize how completely I lost the first battle.

The look was gloomy at the moment.

Xiao Han had seen the deceased with a solemn expression. The two stared at each other from afar, and everything around them became foreign objects, just the decoration of these two people. Zhao Zhiheng saw the clue at a glance, at his age, he had already learned not to be obsessed with any girl or woman casually, he turned around and said a polite word to Xiao Han, and Xiao Han came back to his senses.

Her attitude this time gave Huaihai the greatest comfort, and his tears finally couldn't hold back in his eyes anymore, rolling and falling into the dust. Zhang Ruolei tugged at him, his face was grim, and he didn't have any expression.

"Go to the bathroom and clean up."

He wasn't asking for the opinion of the man in front of him, he was giving orders directly. Huaihai turned his head to look at the latter, and at this time his snot was about to flow out, which was really rude. Maybe he finally noticed that he was out of place, so he turned around and glanced at Xiao Han affectionately, his lips trembled, he seemed to have a thousand words for her, but at this time, they were all blocked in their throats, and they couldn't even say half a sentence.

Then he turned and rushed out of the doorway.

I guess he must have whimpered in the bathroom, pouring out his thoughts and joy of being reunited with his lover in a tissue full of snot and tears.

The venue was back to normal, and the group of people, both men and women, knew how to maintain their utmost decency and grace on such occasions.

No one here has a long tongue, and what they want to say most is related to money and power, and in addition to that, they cherish words like gold.

They never do useless and useless socializing.

It's a group of refined egoists, but also a group of practical realists.

You can't say that refined egoism or practical realism are not on the table, they are often big winners in life, they always know their goals, they always know what they want, they are always thinking about what they have to do or put in to achieve their goals.

They tend to be like wolves, following the rules and all opportunities of this society, silently following each other, waiting for the opportunity, and when the time is ripe, they will deliver a fatal blow, biting the other person's throat until the other person's eyes appear terrifying and gray death.

They are all lone wolves in life, some people specialize in wolf habits, some say they are social animals, some say they are solitary animals.

However, whether they live in packs or alone, all wolves are born for bloodlust, as if this was never disputed.

All the elites in this room, the so-called upper echelons, they are all wolves, but they never seek allies or companions specifically for themselves, they don't need to, they are long enough to endure the seemingly endless loneliness and loneliness. They never talk to anyone, and they don't have time to listen to others. They never complain that the world is unfair, because they themselves are often the rule-makers.

They know too well the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest. Instead of complaining about the sky, it is better to do the day when you turn your hands into clouds and cover your hands for rain.

Zhao Zhiheng has already talked to others, and Xiao Han has long since returned to normal.

I noticed that she intended to renew her relationship with Zhao Zhiheng, but the latter, a so-called successful divorced middle-aged man, is most afraid of being emotionally entangled.

They now want women and women to be simple and straightforward, either for desire, or for games and pastimes, and only care about whether they will add color to their lives, and they will not mix too many emotional factors into it.

I later had a deep friendship with Zhao Zhiheng, and he once said a word to me. It is said that the world is useless is feelings. Emotional people never end well. The cheapest, most obtainable, and most changeable thing is also feelings, and if people want to live better in this world, they must first learn to be ruthless.

Not only to others, but also to oneself.

At that time, we talked about Xiao Han and said that Xiao Han's success was because although she was a woman, she was not fascinated, obsessed, suffered, or harmed by love. Love has become the most powerful weapon in Xiao Han's hand, not her biggest handle. There are two things that women are easy to be choked by: men and children.

Bigger---- love, family.

Zhao Zhiheng was not interested in seamlessly connecting with Xiao Han, the latter Bing Xue was smart, either looking for the next well-informed prey, or briefly adjusting his strategy and tactics to pounce on his old prey.

Will Zhang Ruolei be her dish?

What is the relationship between them?

I've always been interested in knowing, but I've never had a real answer. It's a shame.

Before long, Huaihai returned to the venue, and he had calmed down a lot. After stabilizing his emotions, Huaihai Yushu Linfeng has to admit that a few years ago and a few years later, they will always stand together more than I stand with him.

It was originally a pair of beautiful people, and it is really a pair of beautiful people.

Creation makes people, such a pair of beautiful people are tricked by fate, that is, they can't start well, and it doesn't seem to be able to end well.

What if Huaihai becomes famous? Shang Ke can make a force to compete with the men around Xiao Han again, at least there is an admission ticket, who competes with the capital. But looking at Huaihai now, he has been in prison, has no long things, and his family is still a burden, Xiao Han closed his two eyes to choose, and Huaihai will not be selected.

Of course, the deep love between the two is another story.

I raised my glass, and my eyes were unconsciously mediating between them. I saw Huaihai foolishly chasing the light for Xiao Han with his eyes. She is his light, the human eye is born to the light, and the moth is the most obsessive species born to the light, for

Chasing the light, they do not hesitate to die in Si.

Chase after Si, die in Si.

It's the life of a moth.

Xiao Han was generous and walked straight towards Huaihai, I saw that he was so nervous, the clothes on his body shook with him, and I couldn't shake off every grain of dust stuffed into the fiber. But he pretended to be calm, and anyone could see that he was already forcing himself to show indifference. But the body did not listen to his brain, and they all betrayed their masters.

I watched this scene like a cheetah not far away, and Zhang Ruolei was beside me. He couldn't help but touch my shoulder with his elbow.

"Hey, are you more interested in the man in this pair, or are you more interested in the woman?"

I didn't look at him and could imagine his slightly teasing cynical expression, and replied simply.

"Guess."

"I'm guessing you're more interested in the game in between."

I pursed my lips and smiled, and saw that the two of them were staring at each other in the air.

"All-in-the-middle."

I took a sip of wine, and the cold red wine like a sweet spring was sweet and sour in my throat, and my mouth brought back sweetness.

The two greeted each other briefly, and seemed to have no more words, and they were cold for a while. Xiao Han stayed beside him for a while, and then retreated, Huaihai did not make a deep stay, he seemed to need too much time and space to sort out his heart and emotions, not to mention that such an occasion is not suitable for reminiscence, he still has this bit of common sense.

He was stunned, naturally no one here knew him, and no one came to talk to him. The so-called successful people probably have their own aura, which is a kind of long-term immersion in the shopping mall, vertical and horizontal for many years, and the imprint brought to them by a rich and decent life, if there is no certain time to immerse themselves in prostitution and habits, they can't get it.

Therefore, Huaihai stands in it, with a slightly poor and sour appearance, and the momentum is half shorter than a person, and the more people are in this kind of situation where they know that their skills are not as good as others, the more inferior they are, and the less they are outsiders, a vicious circle.

I kind of regret for him for coming here to bring shame on me. Fortunately, Huaihai was not stupid, he quickly realized this, and turned to me and walked over to Zhang Ruolei and me. If he guessed correctly, he should have used what little sanity he had left to say goodbye to his owner.

Sure enough, before the others arrived, the voice came first.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Mei, today is abrupt, I heard ......"

He didn't say anything further, but we all knew what he was going to say next, so he automatically omitted what he was going to say.

"I'll go first."

Zhang Ruolei raised his head and took a sip of wine, his eyes focused on the contents of the glass, and he did not raise his head, nodding lightly in response.

I said goodbye to Huaihai. Turning around again, I saw a fragrant sideburns on one side, covering Jinghua, and on the other side, Huaihai's lonely figure had disappeared from the door, as if it had never appeared. Like a drop of water submerged into the sea, like a speck of dust submerged into the dust, there is no trace. Ordinary people, ordinary people can't escape such a fate, you are here, but it is like you have never been.

I suddenly remembered a sentence: people have left their names, and geese have left their voices.

People who have not left their names are no different from those who have never been; The geese pass by silently, and the sky will not leave its figure. Only the sound reminds people

, it was fighting the sky, its wings crossing the blue sky, a height that many living beings could not reach. And it did.

Several leaders have withdrawn one after another, Zhang Ruolei and I as the main family will inevitably say goodbye to others one by one, everyone is talking polite official words, I used to think that these words are not of much significance, now I feel that who is not wearing a mask in life? It is far more gratifying to be able to watch a decent drama in a lifetime than to be in a tragedy or farce.

People should be pragmatic, not retreating. Someone comes to their senses too late.

I cleaned up my mood, and when I saw Xiao Han left and right, I was annoyed that she seemed to have the intention of dominating the guests, but then I thought about it, how could she not be the master here.

She represents the signatory party, because Huaihai just appeared Tang prominently, many people dare not rush forward again, at most, they can't pay attention to her from the corner of their eyes.

Only the foreigner representative of the management side was cold, look at him, and at this time, the big plush hands went up to her waist again.

I threw my head up and drank the cloudy wine from my glass.

(End of chapter)