Chapter 31: You seem to be muttering

"Zimeng." Wei Wei'an is still the same enthusiastic smile, calling her name affectionately, and her pale green eyes are releasing radio waves all the time.

"Mr. Qiao looked for you, and I said that I saw you coming out here, so I brought Mr. Qiao over. We apologize for any interruptions. As if he wanted to defend someone, Weiwei pushed the responsibility of "voyeurism" on himself.

Xia Zimeng glanced at Qiao Yimo, then looked at Wei Wei'an again, and said,

"It doesn't matter. It's time for me to go." Breaking free of Fang Tianrui's hand, he turned around and walked past Wei Wei'an, avoiding Qiao Yimo. The slender figure soon disappeared into the night.

Wei Wei'an looked at Qiao Yimo, and then followed Xia Zimeng to catch up.

Fang Tianrui's eyes turned back to Qiao Yimo after following Xia Zimeng's figure away. I saw Qiao Yimo looking at him with a smile, his eyes dark.

No words were spoken, and no greetings were given. Only a slight tug of the corner of his lips was considered a polite response.

Qiao Yimo didn't have any expression, only saw a flame secretly growing in his eyes. After glancing at Fang Tianrui with some warning, he was about to turn around and leave. At this time, Fang Tianrui's cold voice came, as if he wanted to challenge this flame,

"Mr. Qiao, Zimeng is a good girl, she is not something that people like you can play, please let her go!"

I saw Qiao Yimo turn around and sneer. Then walked up to Fang Tianrui and said in a condescending tone,

"Someone like me? Who?"

Fang Tianrui also hooked his lips and smiled, maintaining an elegant demeanor, and said,

"Mr. Qiao's affair may not have been heard of by ordinary people. But in our circle, who doesn't know that Mr. Qiao, you hunt countless flowers, and you can take it casually when you look at women."

This is said as if Qiao Yimo is hungry for food, and it is a little ironic.

Fang Tianrui is different from the others at the ball, he has no business to do with Qiao Yimo, let alone think about any cooperation with him, out of the protection of Xia Zimeng, he treats the man in front of him like a god at all.

Qiao Yimo didn't care about this kind of attack that didn't play a substantive role except for verbal anger, in his opinion, this way was extremely naรฏve. Man, if you want to fight, come to a man.

I saw that he was still the same unangry, uninhibited, and invincible smile, and then moved forward a little closer to Fang Tianrui, suppressed his voice, but in a very shocking tone, and said like an oath,

"The woman I fancied, I'm going to decide!"

Fang Tianrui's eyelids twitched, and he clenched his teeth,

"As long as I am here, you don't want to hurt Zimeng!"

Qiao Yimo lowered his eyes, a touch of sarcasm curled up on his lips, and his voice floated in the night sky like an echo, reminding Fang Tianrui,

"You've hurt her!" Yin Owl glanced at Fang Tianrui, and felt a little throbbing in his heart because of what he said!

The bored tongue Qiao Yimo didn't want to continue. Stride back to the prom.

Fang Tianrui's face was suddenly stained with a layer of wind and frost, extremely cold, sour, and painful. Leaning sideways on the terrace, looking up at the night sky, those eyes are terrifyingly sharp, like an aurora on the horizon.

When Xia Zimeng returned to the ball, there was a Japanese singing an old classic Japanese song, Goodbye day of Afterlife Takao (Lai Sheng ใŸใ‹ใŠ).

ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸ้ขœใง

There was some tiredness on his face

ๅ›ใฏ้™ใ‹ใซ็œ ใฃใฆใ‚‹

You fall asleep quietly

ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒณใƒ‰ใฎๆทกใ„ๅ…‰

The faint light of the table lamp

ใใฃใจlashใฎๅฝฑใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹

Quietly reflect the shadow of your eyelashes

่ฅฟใ‚ˆใ‚Š็ˆฑใŒ่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„

Your love is not as full as it used to be

ๅ›ใฏใผใ‚“ใ‚„ใ‚Šๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸ

You seem to be muttering

่ฒใ—ใŸๅ›ใจใฎๆœˆๆ—ฅ

The years spent with you

ๆƒœใ—ใฟใฏใ—ใชใ„ไป†ใŒใ„ใ‚‹

I have no regrets

Several couples, the President, the President, the Director of the Monetary Authority and other couples have been dancing lightly on the dance floor. Wei Wei'an, and some men and women who were invited to the scene, were also dancing gently.

Xia Zimeng listened quietly and enjoyed. Suddenly, I saw a handsome figure not far away, it was Fang Tianrui, who had just returned to the ball, who had been held by Song Jia'er, and the two also hugged each other and danced.

With this melancholy tune, looking at the former lover in front of melancholy, he is hugging someone else at the moment, and she is alone in a corner, secretly sad... Xia Zimeng suddenly felt a heartache again. Although she has accepted the reality that Fang Tianrui no longer belongs to herself, when she sees the two of them embracing each other passionately, this reality is still so cruel to her.

Lowering his eyes, he felt that his tears were about to be uncontrollable. Hurriedly turned around to leave, but hit a chest solidly.

Qiao Yimo hooked her chin with her hand and saw that her eyes were overflowing with tears. There was another sulk in his chest, and he didn't know what it was like. I only know that at the moment, he is very unhappy.

Xia Zimeng sniffed, exhaled, collected his emotions, and whispered, "Get out of the way."

"Don't let it." He also whispered. Then, without waiting for her reaction, he took her onto the dance floor and hugged her into his arms.

Xia Zimeng's mood was relatively low, and the whole portrait had been drained of strength, this time, she honestly leaned on his arms and did not resist. The whole person doesn't look a little spirited, like a porcelain doll without emotion.

Qiao Yimo hugged Xia Zimeng on the dance floor, which attracted the attention of many guests at the scene. It has been unanimously agreed in the hearts of people that this woman is a very important and important person for Mr. Joe.

-Goodbye day- was still singing, his eyes were gloomy, looking at the woman in his arms. He didn't know what he was feeling at the moment. He only knew that holding her in his arms, he felt a kind of fulfillment and satisfaction.

Romantic and melancholy melodies still echo on the dance floor, the stage's silvery spotlight is projected on the grand piano in the center of the stage, and the guests are intoxicated by the soulful singing of Japanese singers playing their own pianos.

ใฆใฎใฒใ‚‰ใซๅฃใฅใ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใจ

Kiss gently in the palm of your hand

ใใฃใจๅŠ›ใ‚’ใ“ใ‚ใฆใใ‚‹

The power will melt into your hands silently

Unconscious ใซ็”˜ใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‚

Always love unconsciously

ไป†ใŒ้šฃใ‚Šใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซ

Every time you're around me

ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซใ‚‚็ˆฑใฏๆทฑใ„ใ‚ˆ

Such love is so deep

ใใ‚Œใซๆฐ—ใฅใ‹ใฌใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ใ†

I just didn't realize it

ไฝ™ใ‚Šใซใ‚‚ใŠใ ใ‚„ใ‹ใ™ใŽใฆ

The days were too peaceful

ๆ—ถใฎๆตใ‚ŒใซๅŸ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰

So it was buried in the streamer years