Sudden cold and hot, cloudy and sunny are difficult to distinguish, for a while giving people a short lingering false tenderness, and for a while rejecting people from thousands of miles away as cold as frost.

Now his sneering words were like a sudden slap in the face to her, making her stunned.

Gu Yingqing didn't know what kind of evil madness he was making, and he was so angry that his hands and feet trembled when he was stunned, and he wanted to rush up and slap him, but he was held down when this thought poured into his mind.

She couldn't help but take a step back and stare at him coldly and defensively, "Where did you get your confidence? Do you really think that the women you slept with had to be you, and they were trying to pester you?"

"It's not the best," Cheng Yuesheng hooked his lower lip, "I'm afraid that if you suddenly ask someone to be responsible while playing, it will be difficult."

He got up as he spoke, looking at her with a very jerked look.

Gu Yingqing jumped on top of his head, his whole body tense, "Cheng Yuesheng, you figured it out, who was entangled first? Now you are saying this kind of thing, are you cheap?"

"Isn't that you?" He looked at her, his long fingers holding the glass, taking a sip of wine, and saying nothing.

As he approached, Gu Yingqing smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and as soon as he lowered his head, even his face was stained with the smell of intoxicating wine.

"Don't drink too much and get mad with me!" Gu Yingqing pushed him away and turned around, "I'm leaving."

He pulled her arm back, looked at her coldly, and said, "Where are you going? Looking for Song Qiwen to have two drinks? A man can't satisfy you, can he?"

Gu Yingqing looked at him deadly.

His eyes were gloomy but clear, and his words were clear, not at all like he was drunk.

But she couldn't accept that he was awake, and last night, and even this morning and tonight, he was like two people.

"Cheng Yuesheng, I promised you the conditions, not to give you a handle to insult me." Gu Yingqing clenched her teeth, tears of humiliation filled her eyes uncontrollably, "You just need to say that you are drunk now, and I will treat your previous words as a fart."

Cheng Yuesheng looked at the crumbling tears that she had always wrapped in her eyes, her masseter muscles were straining, her temples were tense, and her chest was undulating.

The slender arm beneath his palm trembled almost imperceptibly, and after a moment, she jerked to shake him off.

Cheng Yuesheng let her struggle back and forth, and then dragged her over, lowered her head and kissed her.

Gu Yingqing resisted so much, he was still carrying the wine glass in one hand, and he only controlled her with one hand, and she pushed him with her hand while dodging.

Cheng Yuesheng brought her forward and trapped her waist with one hand.

Warm, wine-scented lips kept falling on the corners of her mouth and chin, tangled in confusion, and finally let him grab his lips.

Gu Yingqing couldn't dodge, and he always refused to let go, not letting him take a deeper step.

Cheng Yuesheng saw that she was holding the city and refused to give up, slowed down his offensive, kissed her on the upper lip, and sucked on the slightly curled lips.

Sensing that a cry was overflowing from her nasal cavity, Cheng Yuesheng suddenly sobered up, let go of her, turned around without a second of nostalgia, and said in a calm voice in a steady voice: "I'm drunk, I'm sorry."

After speaking, he poured another sip of wine by the way.

He didn't hear a reply, but after a while, he turned his head to see her striding over to the couch, picking up her bag and computer.

He didn't stop it, and said nonchalantly, "Stay away from Song Qiwen."

The makeup on Gu Yingqing's face was a little smeared when she wiped her tears with her sleeves, she carried her bag, wiped her mouth with a tissue on the coffee table, looked at him coldly with red eyes, and said word by word, "What are you?"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked two steps, remembered something, poured it back, walked to the coffee table, picked up the black and red shopping bag, and threw it into the trash can.

There was nothing in the garbage can, and the box containing small handmade porcelain was thrown in, and the metal basket was slammed into it, and there was a muffled clang.

She turned her back to him, breathing heavily, choked and said, "I'm not playing, don't look for me in the future."

She admits that she can't afford to play.

She couldn't stand it just by seeing his playful and mocking eyes, and her heart fell when she heard his indifferent voice, and when he said that he wanted to marry Shen Shujun, she made waves in her chest like a bitter taste.

She tried, and realized that she really couldn't be like him, her body and mind could be clearly separated, and she could forget everything and look forward after lingering.

If you don't care, it won't be painful, it's nonsense, she can't even care.

Cheng Yuesheng is the knife on the head of the color word, she knows that it is very dangerous, but she doesn't know when the pain will fall, use a temporary indulgence in exchange for long-term hardship, worry every day, and always guess, will he give her a refreshing pleasure when the time comes, or will he cut the flesh slowly and kill her?

She withstood the psychological pressure, gritted her teeth and indulged in stealing joy, but the result was that she was gradually dominated by emotions, and she didn't know when she would put her heart into it.

She thinks that his behavior in the past two nights has explained everything very clearly, and when he needs to vent, he can take a lot of trouble to figure it out and be gentle enough to guide him.

Once he touches his thunder point, he can immediately turn his face and immediately make her realize the fact that she is a plaything.

Gu Yingqing walked out of the room and told herself that this day and two nights were a free trial period for the goods, and she found that she couldn't afford it, so she chose to return it in time.

The door behind him clicked and closed automatically, and Cheng Yuesheng looked out the window aimlessly.

He turned his glass, and when he was about to drink again, he found it empty, and he looked at it with a frown, and silently set it aside.

**

Gu Yingqing felt unlucky, and met Song Qiwen when he was back to the East Building waiting for the elevator.

When she saw him, she immediately wanted to avoid it, but Song Qiwen had already seen her, so she had to walk over hard, trying to half-hang her eyes and not make eye contact with him.

Song Qiwen looked at the bag and computer in her hand, "You're going out to work again?"

"yes, a little bit of work, a little bit at the café." Gu Yingqing glanced at him, expressed politeness, and hurriedly looked away.

Gu Yingqing felt a kind of exhausted powerlessness and emptiness, and it was difficult to control the tone of his voice when he spoke, as if he had no strength, dragging his voice.

Song Qiwen heard that her tone was wrong, and said with concern, "Tired, right?"

Gu Yingqing's mind was empty, and he only smiled and nodded.

The two were separated by one floor, and Song Qiwen went down first, and a phone call happened to come in, said "good night" to her, and then went out on the phone.

After the elevator door closed, Song Qiwen turned around and glanced back, and replied to the words of the person on the phone: "She didn't say it, she should be unwilling."

It was Gu Yingqing's senior brother who hosted the exhibition who called and asked him if Gu Yingqing had any intention of cooperating.

The senior brother didn't give up: "Is there really no boss behind her?"

"Didn't you arrange all those bosses in advance? Gu Yingqing's painting was really mentioned to her on the spot, and those two collectors should have just been an accident." Song Qiwen took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The senior brother pondered, "It's also a huh, and the person who took the picture is also a clear account. And if you want to go to the dark account, there must be a channel to go online with us in advance, how can you bid in front of people with great fanfare? The price is not right, which of our paintings here is not at the level of 10 million?"