The light in the hallway was very dim, and it was clear that they couldn't see each other's appearances, but they knew who was standing there.

He was still dignified, pulling the temperament of a mature man to the extreme, against the light, with long legs, walking towards Jiang Yan step by step.

Every step is on the tip of each other's hearts.

It's been eight years, and the appearance and memory overlap, but they are a little different from each other.

Jiang Yan still had a cigarette between her slender fingers, she squinted, and her pair of slender and upturned cold eyes were particularly provocative.

The light in the hallway is dim and quiet, which is very different from the scene downstairs.

It seems that she was not mistaken, and she really ran into it here.

Each other's eyes were dark, and they couldn't see clearly.

He stood in front of her, his deep and mellow voice like a long-stored red wine, "I am willing to come back." ”

Ruan Jianglin is a faceless person, and after eight years of depression, he can pretend to be natural at this time.

"Who are you?" She hooked her lips and asked provocatively, the cigarette burning at her fingertips with a cold temperament.

Ruan Jianglin glanced at the woman, and smiled, a little ruffian.

People say that the greatest respect for an ex is to pretend not to know.

Ruan Jianglin has also said this, and he has said it to many of his predecessors.

I didn't think that it would fall on him now.

He paused, with great patience, and reached out to stroke the woman's hair, but she didn't hide.

"Tsk, I won't say a word when I come back." He said to himself, looking slow and reasonable, he didn't take Jiang Yan's words seriously, and selectively ignored the woman's tone, which made people think he was flirting from a different angle.

She slowly put the cigarette to her lips, and the smoke overwhelmed her cigarette, and every gesture was an ultimate temptation.

Holding a cigarette and slowly exhaling the smoke on the man's handsome face, she said, "Do you know you?" ”

When the words fell, he hooked his lips and sneered, even his eyebrows and eyes were cold, "Jiang Yan, don't play with Lao Tzu, if you can't remember who Lao Tzu is, I don't mind letting you relive it again." ”

Both of them drank wine, with a strong drunkenness, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Jiang Yan slowly stretched out his hand, his fingers went up the third button under his neckline, stopping on the edge of his collarbone, like a feather, gently caressing the tip of his heart, tickling people.

"Mr. Ruan, just kidding, ex-boyfriend, how could he not remember." She chuckled softly, her tone full of blandness and detachment.

In the past, Ruan Jianglin hated her tone of voice the most.

Ex-boyfriend, Ruan Jianglin waited for eight years, and he was cheap for eight years, so he waited for an ex-boyfriend term.

What was the state of mind of a person like him who was arrogant at that time, probably wishing that Jiang Yan would strangle him to death, it was better to go to hell together than for her to mention it so lightly.

Without a trace of warmth, it seems that he has only been thinking about it personally over the years.

That's what he thought, and that's what he did, a pair of big palms wrapped around her delicate neck like a snake, and it seemed that with a little more force, she could suffocate immediately.

His eyes were very plain, if it was two years ago, he could still see the unwilling scarlet, and now, there is no more mind and patience left that has been worn out by endless waiting.

It's just that before he can exert himself, he coughed violently again, and subconsciously let go of the big palm that was holding Jiang Yan's neck.

In the past month, he couldn't help but become addicted to smoking, and his coughs were sometimes bloodshot.

The smell of rust spread through his throat.

When Ruan Jiang pinched her, she was burned by the cigarette in her hand, and then she let go of the pain.

She subconsciously took a few steps back, Ruan Jianglin is a madman, maybe he really did her here tonight.

His body has been getting worse and worse by himself in the past two years, and a tall man coughs in a particularly embarrassed way.

Jiang Yan squinted, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't tell his emotions.

Her neck was crimson, extremely frightening, and the pain was still there.

"Tsk, Ruan Jianglin, you also have today." She followed his tone.

She turned, took a few steps and stopped, "Take care of yourself first." ”

He supported the wall with one hand, bent over, looking at Jiang Yan's distant back, and there was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Hooked his lips and laughed at himself, he now put her on the tip of his heart, but she didn't care at all.

He wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and his smile became more and more evil, he was probably crazy, and he was going to be driven crazy by Jiang Yan.

However, Ruan Jiang Linxin, she is back now, and she is coming to Japan for a long time.

He stopped where he was for a moment before getting up and going in the opposite direction.

*

Jiang Yan's goal tonight was achieved, and he didn't want to stay in WAH anymore, so he left early.

However, this place is mixed, and there are many young people who come here to play, and people like Jiang Yan are very easy to become prey in the eyes of some people.

Before she could go out, she was stopped by a young man and asked for WeChat.

She was in a good mood tonight, and even the corners of her mouth were smiling.

Jiang Yan: "How old?" ”

The young man smiled, and sure enough, the more cold the person on his face, the more amorous he was when he got into bed.

A bar is a place where adults come and ask for fun.

Foraging objects, couples who do a night of dew when they see the right eye abound.

The young man confidently spoke: "18cm." ”

"What do you think, ask you how old you are."

"Just turned 20."

Jiang Yan laughed directly and looked at him coldly, "I'm sorry, I don't like my brother." ”

She left without looking back, leaving the young brother to think about it for a long time.

This scene happened to be seen by all the men on the second floor, and Ruan Jianglin had a gloomy face.

He couldn't hear what the two were saying, but a wave of annoyance poured out of his heart, and he couldn't suppress it.

Seeing Jiang Yan smiling at others amorous ways, he really wanted to tie her up and let her only smile at himself every day.

Especially in the past two years, the paranoia in his heart has become more and more stubborn, which is not like him.

In the eight years of separation, how many people has she smiled at like this? Has she ever had a boyfriend? Does she still have any true feelings for him, or is there no half-heart?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Jiang Yan came out of it, and a gust of evening breeze blew, which cooled her drunkenness, and she was a little sober, and her mood was extremely rippling.

She didn't drive tonight, and walked slowly along the riverside.

The evening breeze is very gentle, and the memories are a little up.

She remembered the night when Ruan Jianglin gave her Juliet seeds, she sat on the floor-to-ceiling window, and the wind was gentle that night.

For her, tonight was just the beginning.

She took off her high heels, stepped on the ground one by one, and walked on the bridge, which was sparsely populated.

A driver on the side of the road stopped and asked her if she needed to take her home.

She shook her head, and at this moment, she was more awake than ever.

(End of chapter)