She lowered her head and looked at the address sent by Fu Kun on her mobile phone, pursed her lips and didn't dare to go.

As far as Jin Zhuoqi treats her as a transparent person, she may be thrown out if she goes.

"You're annoyed, you go."

Ge Yuankai, who was sitting quietly playing games, pulled the corners of his mouth and waved his hand: "Okay, I'll go, let your good brother pick you up." ”

After speaking, he turned around and called Tong Hua, still looking like a ruffian.

"Where's the baby...... Idle ......"

Nie Zhao stared at his back, tightened his eyebrows, the dryness in his heart rose, and he couldn't help but send a sentence to Fu Kun.

[What is Jin Zhuoqi doing in the hospital? 】

Fu Kun: [Huh? Did he go to the hospital? I don't know, you ask yourself. 】

After speaking, he also sent her a string of WeChat accounts.

Nie Zhao looked at the unfamiliar number, copied it, and then searched for it, his head was like a majestic looking black cat, with his chin tilted up and full of energy.

Nie Zhao stared at it for two or three seconds before he recognized that this was her little black cat shattered.

How did you get to be like this?

From the beginning of the infusion to the end of the infusion, Nie Zhao did not dare to add WeChat.

For fear of rejection, it's better not to add.

After the infusion, the sun came out again, staring at the hot sun, Nie Zhao went to a nearby noodle restaurant to eat, after recovering from illness, she ate very slowly, and her appetite was much smaller, and the meal was not finished until one o'clock in the afternoon, and the people in the store changed several times.

When she came out, Nie Zhao was walking on the road, and the huge glass floor-to-ceiling window next to her reflected her body, Nie Zhao looked at herself at the reflection of the glass, and subconsciously touched the scar on her arm with her fingers.

Perhaps because she was outside for the past two years, in the wind and rain, she was not as white as before, and naturally she was not as young and immature as those female college students, and her eyes had long lost that sense of ignorance.

Looking at the deposit in the bank card with his head down, Nie Zhao still broke his fortune and bought a lot of clothes in the clothing stores of the nearby minority brands.

When I came out of the store with a full load, I stood on the side of the road and prepared to take a taxi, and when I entered my destination, I thought of the cold apartment, and I put my finger on my phone for a beating, and changed it to a nearby bar.

It's pretty close, less than twenty minutes away.

Nie Zhao booked a booth for himself, sat in the stands with the band playing guitar and beating the drums, ordered two bottles of sake, poured half a glass and drank it slowly.

The band sang a cover of Rejuvenation Dan's "First Love".

Nie Zhao felt that this song was somewhat familiar, and thought about it in his mind for a long time, recalling that Jin Zhuoqi let it go in the car.

When in the Taiwan Strait.

Such a soothing song doesn't seem like his preferred style.

But later, Nie Zhao heard Jay Chou's "Stand Back" in his mobile phone playlist.

The sky was gray as if it had cried

There is no more freedom after leaving you

Sour air sniffs out our distance

The ending of a cone-like scene is like breathing

……

I know you're not at fault with me, we just forgot how to back off

I swore an oath and gave it, but time was thrown into vain

I know we're all not wrong and it's just better off to let it go

The most beautiful love memories are to be continued

……

Coincidentally, the lead singer on stage also sang this song.

Her memories of that time in the Taiwan Strait are too vague, and even now that they have been recovered, those memories are all fragmentary.

Some of them really can't remember, and some of them have been worn out by time.

Thinking of these two songs at this time, Nie Zhao lowered his eyes, thinking, what was Jin Zhuoqi thinking at that time?

A sound of laughter came from her ears, and she pulled her thoughts back completely.

"Hey, can you add a WeChat?"

Nie Zhao glanced at the source of the sound, and a well-dressed yellow hair next to her was staring at her, looking like Zhou Zheng, but his voice was not serious.

"No, sorry."

After Nie Zhao politely refused, he continued to pour a glass of wine in a deaf ear, completely ignoring these people.

The man approached her reluctantly, sighed patiently and explained: "Actually, it's not us looking for you, it's our bar owner who is looking for you, he's upstairs, let's go, let's play for a while, you'll send you back after you've drunk for a while." ”

Over.

Nie Zhao tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Huang Mao knew that this woman had been involved with Jin Zhuoqi in high school.

Anyone in the circle who knows a little gossip knows that Jin Zhuoqi, the person in charge of the business world, who is feared by everyone in the Beijing circle, is also backed by Huo Chengdu, who is a powerful figure in London, but the university is so affectionate that he has been in prison for a year because of a woman.

It's a little strange to say.

After so many years, anyone will be curious about what kind of charm the woman who can be abandoned by Jin Zhuoqi and what kind of taste can hook him into dying and living for her.

Nie Zhao's eyes were low, and his voice was cold: "Can't you understand people's words?" ”

The yellow-haired ruffian smiled angrily: "It's just for you to play together, don't be ignorant, serve our boss well-"

Nie Zhao was about to turn around and leave, but Huang Mao directly grabbed his arm and pulled upstairs, after all, the strength of men and women was very different, and Nie Zhao was pulled and kicked over the table next to him.

The bar was originally quiet, and everyone around them looked at each other when they saw this situation, and there were a few people who were quick to take pictures with their mobile phones.

The guitar on the stage stopped, and no one came to stop it.

Nie Zhao kicked at his leg socket, Huang Mao didn't expect her to be so hard, staggered a step, and looked back at her in disbelief.

"Don't give me a ignorance, my boss is lucky to see you."

"This blessing is reserved for you Lao Tzu!"

Nie Zhao picked up the beer bottle next to him and was about to take it down.

When the man next to him saw this posture, he was about to pull her, but before he could step forward, he was kicked and cut several meters by a heavier force and a strong wind.

The table toppled over, and several bottles of wine on the table exploded to the ground, shining with a chilling light from the glass slag in the light.

Jin Zhuoqi looked at those people condescendingly, lifted his eyelids with one hand, and slowly fell on the hand that Huang Mao was holding on to Nie Zhao.

The voice was gloomy and ruthless: "Don't want your hand anymore?" ”

Huang Mao instantly let go of his hand and took a few steps back, unable to hide the accident in his eyes.

"Master Jin, why are you here?"

Jin Zhuoqi glanced at Nie Zhao, his chin tightened, and without a word, he turned around and left.

Nie Zhao was still a little stunned when he saw Jin Zhuoqi, and he couldn't keep up when he saw him leave.

The man behind him watched the woman being taken away by Jin Zhuoqi, looked upstairs, and said tremblingly, "Brother, how can you explain to the boss." ”

Huang Mao pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars and scolded in a low voice: "Explain a few handfuls, even if the boss is here, he won't take Jin Zhuoqi." ”

If he didn't think that Jin Zhuoqi didn't want it, he would dare to put his mind on Jin Zhuoqi's woman?

Nie Zhao followed behind Jin Zhuoqi, the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed, he closed his eyes, and Nie Zhao said briefly: "Brother Zhuo, wait." ”

Nie Zhao quickly turned around, strode straight towards Huang Mao, his steps were windy, he picked up a wine bottle placed next to him, his expression was extremely cold, and he took the wine bottle next to him and smashed it directly on the person's forehead.

"Bang!" A bang.

The yellow-haired forehead, which had been stared straight in front of him, was smashed into a puddle of blood, bleeding from the scalp to the middle of the eyes.

He clenched his fists and didn't dare to move.

His eyes crossed her and saw Jin Zhuoqi leaning loosely against the bar behind the woman, lowering his eyes and lighting a cigarette on his fingertips, and playing with the lighter with his other hand carelessly, as if his mind was not here at all.

But he didn't leave, like the woman who was waiting for him here to vent his hatred, and he held up the field in the back.

Nie Zhao threw away the wine bottle in his hand, and smiled coldly and evilly: "This is the price of touching me, remember to let your boss look at your head, I am not his recollection." ”

After speaking, he turned around and followed Jin Zhuoqi out of the bar.

The night is falling, and the night breeze is slow.

The dappled streetlights illuminate the cars parked on the side of the road.

Jingning City has always been known as a desirable place, and as the capital, it is far more developed than City A and the Taiwan Strait.

The bustling scene at night is stunning, and the city's drunken gold fans can only fully appreciate the high-IQ, deep-seated, and experienced group CEO like Jin Zhuoqi.

Nie Zhao raised her head and looked at him, even though it was the third time they had met, she still had an inexplicable sense of restraint standing in front of him.

With the wind in his ears, Nie Zhao hooked the hair on the side of his face, sniffed and tilted his chin, letting the wind blow the hair behind his shoulders, revealing a fair and bright face.

"You, sick?" She looked at him softly and asked, her tone unspeakably jerky.

Jin Zhuoqi just lowered his head and looked at her, and smoked the cigarette without hesitation, smoked most of it, and snuffed it out.

The voice was magnetic and fluttering: "It's amazing." ”

Nie Zhao knew that what he said just now, so he didn't dare to continue to look at him.

"I'm a bully."

If it weren't for Jin Zhuoqi, she would have really endured it.

In the end, it was Ge Yuankai who helped her, he couldn't even make his own marriage, and Nie Zhao didn't want to trouble him.

But Jin Zhuoqi is different.

Jin Zhuoqi's dark eyes were cold, like an eagle in the night, and her gaze was on her little face, which was still a little pale, and her gaze was straight and unrestrained, with a slight taste of scrutiny.

"Then you should know that Jin Zhuoqi's momentum is not such a good staff."

Nie Zhao raised his head, forcing his eyes to meet his.