Su Ziyue's mood has improved slightly at the moment, yes, tears are a sign of weakness and cowardice, and I don't know when this sentence quietly rose in her heart again.

I saw that she picked up the square brocade and sniffed it on the tip of her nose, and there was a faint mint fragrance, this smell was so familiar and refreshing.

It's like the kiss of the man in the dark mask that night, and it's like the domineering kiss of the evil guy.

Oh my God, wasn't the masked man that night really Makuzawa Han?! Who could that be, wicked man? Su Ziyue was puzzled in her heart, but her intuition has always been very accurate, and there should be no mistake.

Su Ziyue pondered and meditated, and actually threw the sadness just now directly out of the clouds.

She stood up straight suddenly, and decided to ask the wicked man for clarification, although it was possible that he would deny it, but maybe...

Su Ziyue folded the silk handkerchief neatly, then put it in the pocket of her jacket and walked directly to the president's room.

Before and after coming to the door of the president's room, Su Ziyue paused, and just raised her hand to knock lightly, but saw a blushing and heart-pounding moan coming from the carved door that only exposed a narrow gap.

Through the small crack in the door, I saw two slender bodies entangled on the wide leather sofa, kissing hotly, and the ambiguous factor in the room was beating actively at the moment.

Su Ziyue covered her pink lips in surprise, and just looked at the two of them who were still kissing in disbelief, she felt that her heart stopped beating in an instant, and even her breathing became slow.

For some reason, I just felt a sour nose, and tears fell down in a stream, and my heart seemed to be still inexplicably hurting.

Su Ziyue hurriedly hid her face and turned around and ran away, but tears uncontrollably slid down her cheeks, why did her heart hurt so much, but why did this feeling be completely different from the pain when Brother Yi Yun left, it seemed that it was too late now.

Su Ziyue was surprised to find this, so she came to a hidden flower bush and sat down.

But in my head, I still had Dongfang Yan Ye and Xia Yuwei kissing, and I couldn't get rid of it.

Why is this happening, why am I heartbroken, what does it matter to me? Su Ziyue put her hands into her long hair and whimpered in pain, tears like beads with broken threads constantly gushing out of her eyes.

And after hearing the movement outside the door, Dongfang Yanye angrily pushed away Xia Yuwei who was lying on top of him, and he didn't know why she suddenly pounced on him and kissed him.

But when he saw the thin figure running away from the crack in the door, he suddenly stopped beating, instinctively pushed away the woman who was lying on him, and chased him out, he was afraid that she would misunderstand.

And Xia Yuwei, who was pushed to the ground by Dongfang Yanye, stared at his back angrily as she left, only to see her red pink lips arrogantly raised a fierce arc, "Night, you will be mine sooner or later." ”

After saying that, she stood up, straightened out her clothes that had been deliberately messed up by herself, and walked out of the president's room gracefully with her slender legs.

Su Ziyue was still crying in the bushes full of all kinds of flowers, and even she cried inexplicably without knowing what was going on.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement around, and Su Ziyue raised her head buried between her legs, and it turned out to be a hot night in the east!

She just looked at him with teary eyes, and when she saw him slowly walking towards her, she cried even more, "Don't come here!" She shouted to him with a crying voice.