029 Don't make me look down on you

Zuo Nian's words were too straightforward, causing the two of them to fall into a cold silence.

But Mo Wenkang didn't seem to give up, he barely kept a smile, pretending not to care and asked, "There is indeed something... I went to a club yesterday to talk to a client, and I saw one who looked like you, and I thought it was you."

Mo Wenkang laughed as he spoke: "Why are you there, still ......?"

"Still cuddling with other men?"

Zuo Nian directly picked up his next words.

Mo Wenkang paused, he looked at Zuo Nian expectantly, as if begging Zuo Nian not to tell the truth, even if it was to lie to him.

But Zuo Nian was extremely ruthless at this time, and her eyes skimmed Mo Wenkang's eyes blankly: "You didn't recognize the wrong person, that's me."

Zuo Nian had a wooden face, a cold heart, and no feelings for him: "What's this, I just want to make my life better, the man you met, the family has money and power, and he runs a big company, he can give me the future I want, and he can take me to meet... See things I've never seen before. Karen Mok, let's break up, I've been with that guy for a while."

Mo Wenkang calmed down suddenly.

Zuo Nian didn't dare to look at his expression, and his gaze always shifted to Mo Wenkang's face: "Let's get together and disperse, we haven't been together for a long time, so we don't have to pretend to be affectionate, it's actually quite offensive."

She knew that her words should be quite hurtful, and in her ordinary and easy-going life in the past, she had never said such indifferent and "direct" words to anyone.

She used to think that she was very soft and couldn't do such a thing.

But when things came to an end, there was nothing she couldn't do, she underestimated her potential...... The corners of his mouth twitched at self-deprecatingly.

Mo Wenkang didn't speak again, Zuo Nian clenched his fists, and pretended to ignore and wanted to walk past him, from now on, it was best for the two to never intersect again.

As soon as she walked past Mo Wenkang, Mo Wenkang suddenly reached out and wanted to grab her hand, but he thought to the side of his body and dodged it.

"What if... If I say it's okay," Mok Wenkang silently withdrew his hand, his voice trembling slightly with pleading, "Can we ...... Can you ......?"

"Senior." Zuo Nian tightened his voice, maintaining his indifference, "Don't let me look down on you."

She didn't stop any longer, didn't look back, and even when she entered the gate and entered the stairs, she didn't cry again.

She only felt tired, and her heart was dull and numb, but because of tiredness, she couldn't even react and express her emotions.

Holding her tired and aching body back to the rented room, she collapsed directly on the sofa in the living room, glad that she came back early, and her roommate Li Sufen had not yet gotten off work.

She now hopes to be quiet and quiet for a while, no longer have to face anyone, don't bother her who she doesn't know, she digests it slowly, and life can always survive.

I don't know how long I sat there, but when she recovered, she found that it was dark.

The more she didn't move, the more she didn't want to move, but she was hungry, and she said to herself not long ago that if she wanted to live well, she couldn't starve herself to death now.

I got up lazily, and I didn't want to cook or order food, so I soaked myself instant noodles.

Just as I was about to eat, the door of the living room opened, and Li Sufen came back.

"Are you home?" Li Sufen changed her shoes and entered the house, went to the dining table, and sat next to Zuo Nian, "I can be regarded as being able to sit and talk to you, what's going on with you these days?" Nothing, right?"

She also looked at Zuo Nian carefully.

"It's fine." Zuo Nian doesn't have red eyes crying now, although his body is still very uncomfortable, he can still hold on to his face, and at the same time he was forced to come out of the "room" to face the reality, and finally dared to sit and talk to Li Sufen face-to-face like this, "It's, it's sick."

"Are you alright? Why don't you say it when you're sick?" Li Sufen reached out and wanted to touch Zuo Nian's forehead.

Zuo Nian reflexively avoided her hand.

She panicked for no reason, she was now a little afraid of the sudden touch of her limbs, after she reacted, she hurriedly spoke to cover up: "It's almost better, it's just a cold, just take medicine and sleep for two days."

"But I still don't look good? You say, why do you still eat instant noodles when you're sick?"

"It's okay, just eat whatever you want." Zuo Nian smiled, "I haven't eaten this instant noodle for a long time, but it tastes quite delicious."

Li Sufen suddenly said, "Anyway, now he's with our vice president, didn't he invite you to eat well?"