But what did he do?

He Jichen, who was racking his brains one second and thinking about what he was going to do, saw his car the next second, he opened the car door and sat in without thinking about it, and then stepped on the accelerator, flew out of the underground parking lot, ran onto the main road, and began to wander around the city aimlessly.

He didn't know which road he was on, and he didn't know what his speed was, he only knew that the red light was on, he stopped, the green light was on, he walked, he was driving like a puppet without thoughts, until he ran out of gas in the car and was forced to stop, he didn't react, just stepped on the accelerator desperately, and the soles of his feet ached faintly, he frowned, returned to his senses a little, looked down, glanced at the dial, it turned out that the car was out of gas......

He just added oil in the afternoon...... He Jichen thought about it, turned his head slowly, looked out the window, and found that the night was vast and deep.

Only then did he realize that he hurriedly glanced at the time in the car, and it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning.

He drove a car alone and walked around the city of Beijing for nearly three hours.

He raised his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, which were sore because of driving for a long time, and then took a cigarette from his pocket, bit it in his mouth, lit it, didn't smoke it, and directly clamped it on his fingertips, letting the cigarette burn quietly.

The windows were closed, and the smell of smoke soon filled his body, slowing down his tense mood a little, and then he found his mobile phone, dialed the number of the insurance company, and asked them to send someone to refuel his car.

Hanging up the phone, He Jichen put down the back of the car and lay in the car, looked at the misty night outside the window, and lit one cigarette after another.

When he lit only the last one of the last cigarettes, he stretched out his hand, blindly touched his mobile phone from the passenger seat, and raised it in front of him.

WeChat has a lot of unread message reminders.

After clicking in, the first thing that jumped into my eyes was the message that Tang Huahua sent to me an hour ago.

"Senior He, Xiao Yi left the school after getting up this morning, and then he hasn't had a dormitory yet."

"I called her, but she didn't answer, at half past ten, her mother looked for her, called the dormitory, and said that no one answered her mobile phone, I was afraid that her mother would think too much, so I made an excuse to prevaricate."

She was taken to the Four Seasons Hotel by him, her clothes were torn by him, and she didn't go back to the dormitory now, she should still be in the hotel room......

He Jichen didn't reply to the news of Tang painting, and directly clicked on the company's WeChat group.

It was getting late, and there was no one bubbling inside, but casually flipping up, I could still see some people in the company talking about Ji Yi......

He was always like this, no matter how uncomfortable and angry she was for him, even if he was so angry that he wanted to kill her, he couldn't bear to be blamed by others.

It's like all these years, he knows that she doesn't have him in her heart, but he still loves him without hesitation.

is probably a person who seems to be quiet, but in fact, he has loved her madly and passionately for too long, and he has not seen hope for a long time, so her unconscious knife can always pierce the deepest part of his heart, and easily make him lose his mind.

It's like tonight, seeing those videos, seeing her come out of the lounge where Lin Zhengyi is, and hearing what she said...... His whole being was out of control.