Everyone said that borrowing wine could dispel his sorrows, but why did he drink for so long, and the boredom in his heart had not dissipated in the slightest.

Su Mingyuan's mind was full of Qiao Yue's desperate little face with teardrops, and the way she cried and scolded him for being a bastard.

She's right, he's a bastard.

Su Mingyuan's eyes appeared in front of Qiao Yue's slender palm, and the purple-red half-moon-shaped tooth marks that he had bitten out raw, his heart shrank sharply, and pain spread in the bottom of his heart.

I should hate her for everything that happened back then, but why...... Why did his heart hurt more when he saw her hurt?

Su Mingyuan glanced at the handbag that was placed aside, he picked up the wine and drank it down, his beautiful throat slid a little, and the strong yellow liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach.

A burning sensation came from his stomach, but Su Mingyuan's mind was clearer than just now.

He put the cup on the bar, pulled out a few red bills, took the tote bag, and turned to leave.

It was early in the morning, and the whole hotel became very quiet, which was in stark contrast to the lively scene of dancing and dancing in the evening.

Su Mingyuan stood at the window at the end of the corridor and took a deep breath.

In the middle of the night, the cold air penetrated into his chest, diluting the thick smell of alcohol.

He thought, that happened, Qiao Yue shouldn't want to see him so early.

Su Mingyuan decided not to go back to the valley villa, and planned to make do with the night in the hotel's private room.

He turned, walked to the elevator, and pressed the floor where the private room was located.

Su Mingyuan was the only one in the entire elevator, and the golden elevator wall reflected his tall and handsome figure, and also reflected his tired and lonely handsome face.

The elevator slowly went up, and Su Mingyuan raised his hand and rubbed his sore forehead.

In order to win a project, he had worked without sleep for three days and three nights, and he didn't feel so equipped like now, but he found that once Qiao Yue was involved, his mind was always uncontrollably on her.

Su Mingyuan closed his eyes slightly, and his mind was full of her appearance.

When he arrived on the top floor, the elevator door slowly opened, Su Mingyuan opened his eyes and returned to his usual indifference, raised his feet and walked out.

Walking to the door of the box, Su Mingyuan paused when he swiped the card.

She should have gone by this time, she hated herself so much, and regarded herself like a beast, he thought she would not want to stay in his place for even a minute.

Su Mingyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, swiped his card, pushed the door and walked in.

He didn't turn on the light, and in the dim night light, he casually put his handbag on the couch and walked towards the bedroom while unbuttoning his shirt. Su Mingyuan didn't expect Qiao Yue to still be in the box, after all, three hours had passed.

When Su Mingyuan saw Qiao Yue curled up in the middle of the quilt like a poor little cat on the two-meter-wide double bed, his heart was hit by something and instantly became soft.

He just stood in the doorway, looking at the slender figure on the bed by the faint light outside the window.

Su Mingyuan's heart seemed to be pulled by something, and then he walked towards the bed uncontrollably.

His eyes looked at the person on the bed without blinking, his long black hair fluttered on the snow-white pillow, and his porcelain white and immaculate face was half-hidden in the quilt.

Su Mingyuan stood in front of the window, even from a distance, he still saw her tight eyebrows, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly because of uneasiness.

The whole room was silent, without a single sound.

Qiao Yue's breathing was very shallow and light, and she didn't get closer, and she couldn't hear any sound at all.

Su Mingyuan's eyes flashed with complex emotions, anger, remorse, pity, helplessness, and finally turned into a strong reluctance and love.