Chapter 83: The Past Is Untraceable (6)

I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you. But you occupy what I want, I have to do this, I am very aggrieved, because you made me pull out the knife, although I said sorry, but I actually feel that you are more sorry for me.

Ning Zhiyi pinched the cup of milk tea in his hand, and then replied coldly: "Shen Wenwen, you're sorry, what is it?" What are you here? Cry to me? I've never seen anything so shameless," she actually wanted to scold a dirty word, but she couldn't get it out of her mouth, so she changed it, "Take mine-"

Who knew that before he finished speaking, he heard a violent anger behind him that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time: "Ning Yi, don't go too far." ”

When this sound came out, the mystery in Ning Yi's heart was finally solved, Shen Wen cried for no reason, and desperately said sorry, it turned out that it was because Cheng was hanging. Ning Yi listened to those words and didn't notice it, if he wanted to talk about such an inferior method and such a tasteless plot, Ning Yi, a person who read novels, didn't bother to raise his eyelids when he saw it. But life is very ironic, the simpler, rougher and more intuitive it is, and the better the effect.

She didn't expect that there would be such a person in real life, and she couldn't talk about scheming, but it was disgusting after all. Ning Yi seemed to suddenly wander out of space, and his mind went blank. She watched Cheng Hang walk to Shen Wen's side, and handed over a piece of paper very gently, and her movements almost faintly coincided with the appearance when she wiped her nosebleed. The heart seemed to be hollowed out, Ning Yi remembered all the things she had done for him in the past five years, and all the hardships she had endured for him, they suddenly seemed to be compressed into a very small but powerful projectile, which was swallowed for the second time, and she was so bitter that her heart and gall were broken.

Cheng Xuanding looked at Ning Yi: "Ning Yi, can you make trouble without any reason, all you have in your mind all day is the dirty things like love." Gentle and pure, please don't defile others in vain. ”

It's very pure, playing ambiguously with people who have girlfriends, and rushing all the way to send New Year's greetings for people who have girlfriends.

Ning Yi looked at the beauty lamp that was half blocked by him, and remembered that he had been guarded behind him like this back then, and suddenly felt a little bored, and he didn't even want to say a word again. Probably all the disheartenedness is like this, quarreling is actually nothing, you actually have a little hope in your heart, I hope he will turn back, I hope he can get better, but at this moment, Ning Yi is completely speechless. She is like a wood that withered overnight, and she has given up self-preservation and struggle in the face of wind and frost.

She has been clinging to people who don't want to let go, and at the moment she is standing next to another woman, and that's what happened. No matter how much I fantasize that he still loves me, he can't bear me, we each take a step back, and we can still run in the established direction, it's useless.

It's just self-deception.

"Later, I broke up with Cheng Xuanti." Ning Yi took a breath of cold air, and the whole person coughed incessantly, Xiao Xuan handed over a cup of hot water, she didn't drink it, but covered her hands greedily, "He still won't let me go, it's been delayed for a long time." However, Shen Wen roughly used some means that I didn't know about, so that Cheng Xuan relented during the Qingming Festival this year and said goodbye to me completely. They were together for a few days, you say, ridiculous? Cheng Xuan kept saying that love was dirty, Shen Wen was gentle and pure, and I thought he was really funny. ”

Contradictory, selfish and shallow, he is a person, who has looked at it for so many years, is actually very boring. Whether it starts with Qi Xiangrong or ends with Ning Yi, or even until Shen Wen continues, it is not very interesting. I never know what I want, as if love is an orange piled up by freshness, you can throw it away after eating it piece by piece, and then look for the next one.