Icy Chardonnay white poured over Angel's head.

The crystal clear liquor flowed down his well-defined cheeks.

"Kang Rong, why are you ......" Aldo stood up in surprise and tried to snatch the bottle from my hand.

"I'm sorry, it's gone." I hypocritically shook the empty bottle at him.

I snapped my fingers, called the waiter and asked for the bill, and asked him to send another bottle of wine.

"Keep drinking, I'll go back first." I pulled out a credit coin from my wallet - in this day and age, all trade is settled in credits.

"Wait a minute......" Aldo hurriedly handed Angel a wet towel and followed me to the door.

"Mr. Kenda......" I glanced at Angel, who was sneering at the wet towel, and held out my right hand towards Aldo, "nice to meet you." Good bye. ”

"I'm glad to ......" Aldo habitually took my words, and only remembered what he wanted to say halfway through speaking, "No, how are you and 'Congrong'......"

"We used to be friends." I didn't want to stay longer, I just wanted to lock myself back in the house, "Okay, I'm really going back." ”

But he ......, "Aldo doesn't seem to trust me."

"He's the same kind as you. Truly of the same kind. I patiently lowered my voice, "Don't you like his music very much?" It's rare to see me, so I think there's a lot to say, right? ”

"That's true," Aldo nodded, then shook his head again, "but I want to ...... with you."

"We're not of the same kind." I straightened my face and my tone was no longer kind, "Mr. Aldo, I'm not like you. ”

"......" Aldo was dumbfounded for a moment.

Such an awkward separation is a bit of a pity for me.

But it's not that important.

My eyes were on Angel sitting on the couch again.

He was staring at me.

The moment I realized his gaze, I felt creepy.

I didn't have the mood and energy to appease the lost Aldo, so I didn't even say hello and left the Qing Bar directly.

When I got back to my room, I took another cold shower.

I hate the feeling of being washed by cold water; But at this moment, I need such an impact.

I looked at the window for a while—there were very few pedestrians on the road, and they had probably all gone to the altar.

It seems a pity that I couldn't personally participate in those people's weird "moon worship" ceremony.

I closed the curtains, closed the wait, and buried myself in the grave where the darkness was the coffin.

If Angel's appearance has no effect on me, it must be self-deception.

In the first days of coming to the island, I inevitably thought of the man named Angel.

I think I like him a lot.

I still remember that desire to spend the rest of my life with him.

But I also hate him.

Hate him for giving up when I chose to persevere.

I hate him even more for ruining Ye Mengjia and me.

Later, the clean sky and the sea redeemed me.

I wore long bangs to cover the scar on my forehead.

Forgetful, I gradually forgot about those annoying pasts.

Seeing Angel again, my emotions didn't fluctuate much.

Suffice it to say, I don't hate him, and I even admire him.

Even strangers will applaud him for what he is doing today.

But I'm still afraid of him.

I'm not a man of human nature, but I'm convinced of one sentence—

The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change.

A paranoid person can't be changed no matter what.

He may do his best to hide his dark side before he achieves his goal.

But one day, he will bare his fangs and bite into the throat of his prey.

And I'm just as stubborn in nature.

I don't have any personality or character.

To sum it up, there's only one thing – I hate trouble.