Lin Yuxi usually didn't like to drink much. When drinking, she would either have a dinner party with colleagues in the workplace or go out to play with Yu Jiaxiao.
But today she was so depressed that she felt so uncomfortable that there seemed to be no way to relieve it except alcohol.
I originally wanted to make Yu Jia laugh, but she was so busy working on the project these two days that she stayed up until three or four o'clock every day and fell asleep.
Lin Yuxi had finished typing, but she felt sorry for her because she was too tired and didn't want to bother her anymore with her trivial matters.
She was so lost that she had no time for him to care. The heartbreaking grief was almost overwhelming her.
She never knew that Jiang Nan had a nickname named Xixi.
So those nights when Zhou Yanjing held her in his arms and coaxed her gently in her ears, was he calling "Xixi"?
Or "Sissi"?
Are those tender feelings just being poured out to another person by calling her?
When he kissed her, his eyes were looking at her, which XiXi was he thinking about?
A feeling of suffocation rose from the bottom of her heart, making her almost breathless.
She thought Zhou Yanjing had at least loved her once.
Although only for a short period of time.
Because I had been loved so passionately by him, I couldn't let go or let go after being left out.
I repeatedly doubted myself. Was it because she was unlovable that Zhou Yanjing disliked her so quickly?
Is she not good enough and not worthy of being loved?
She struggled alone in a long and cold marriage for more than two years before she finally came out of it. Today, she told her that even that short and meager love was for others?
It turned out that Zhou Yanjing had never loved her.
Her ordeal, her predicament, her struggles are all a complete joke!
She was just an insignificant NPC from beginning to end, even her name was borrowed from others.
She has never been loved.
She knew that no one in this world would love her.
The people who loved her were already dead. They died in such an abandoned factory, on that snowy night in the middle of winter. She was supposed to die there too.
Her parents tried their best to give her a chance to survive, and her life was stolen from the hands of death.
So no one will love her anymore, because she shouldn't be living in this world.
She should have died that day.
Zhou Shengan was in the VIP box on the second floor. The waiter knocked on the door and came in, said something in his ear.
Zhou Sheng'an looked at his watch, frowned, said something to his friend, got up and left.
The hall on the first floor was noisy, and the noisy music shook the eardrums. Lin Yuxi was lying on her arms, and there were many wine bottles piled on the table.
The man in the booth next to him walked over at the instigation of his companions and stretched out his hand to pull her: "Hey! Beauty?"
Before he touched Lin Yuxi's shoulder, his hand was intercepted.
The person who came was the owner of the bar, wearing a black floral shirt, smiling, and holding his hand very strongly.
"I suggest you don't touch it."
The man was actually very cowardly, and he said in a face-saving manner: "I'm just afraid that she'll be in danger if she gets drunk here. Who are you, this is yours?"
The boss still looked like a tiger with a smile: "This is not my person, and it is not someone you can touch. I advise you that if you don't want to lose an arm or a leg, stay away as soon as possible. The real owner will come later. If you don't like it, , I can’t save you even if I give him this bar for free.”
The man withdrew his hand and walked away cursing.
The boss stood next to the booth and looked at the woman lying on the table.
I don’t know if I was drunk or not, but I was leaning on my arm and crying quietly.
Zhou Sheng'an came over at this moment, and the boss's attitude was unexpected and very respectful: "Mr. Zhou, are you coming to play today?"
Zhou Sheng'an nodded and said nothing more: "I'll take Xiaoxi away."
The boss hesitated for a moment but did not stop him. They were all from the Zhou family anyway, so it would be the same no matter who took them away.
Zhou Sheng'an grabbed Lin Yuxi's arm and wanted to help her stand up. He was a little at a loss what to do. After thinking for a few seconds, he picked her up.
When walking out, Lin Yuxi opened her eyelids a little.
Both of her eyes were swollen and red, and she was very drunk. She saw the outline of the man's face in a daze and mistook him for Zhou Yanjing.
She looked up at him and cried with her face flushed from drunkenness.
"I regret so much, I shouldn't have married you..."
Zhou Sheng'an was stunned for a moment: "Xiao Xi, did you admit the wrong person again? I am the eldest brother."
Lin Yuxi didn't hear it at all, because when she saw "Zhou Yanjing", the uncontrollable sadness hit her heart again.
"You are like them, bullying me because I have no father and mother, and no one to support me..."
It was impossible to reason with a drunk person. Zhou Shengan gave up correcting her and just listened to her words, not knowing what his brother had done.
Lin Yuxi was so sad that she couldn't help herself. Her eyes were blurred with tears from crying, and she couldn't even see the outline of the person in front of her. She asked him persistently:
"Have you ever loved me?"
"Why don't you love me..."
Zhou Sheng'an carried her out of the bar. When he looked up, he saw a car parked on the side of the road. Zhou Yanjing was standing there in a black coat, looking at them silently.
Zhou Sheng'an hugged the person over, while Zhou Yanjing put his hands in his pockets and glanced at the woman in his arms with dark eyes.
She looked up at the man holding her, crying so sadly, asking him over and over again why he didn't love her.
Zhou Yanjing just watched indifferently, with no intention of taking the person over.
Zhou Sheng'an said: "What are you doing standing there in a daze?"
Zhou Yanjing smiled casually: "You should send Buddha to the west and send her directly home."
Zhou Sheng'an's eyebrows furrowed deeper: "Is this how you want to be a husband? Why did you bully Xiao Xi and make her cry like this."
"Am I bullying her?" Zhou Yanjing said, "Is it my turn to bully her?"
He was reading in his pocket, looking casual and confused: "Brother, why don't you come and teach me how to be her husband."
The story between him and Jiang Nan was widely spread, and it was impossible for Zhou Shengan not to have heard about it at all.
He is five years older than Zhou Yanjing. He has also doted on his younger brother in every possible way since childhood and rarely said harsh words. Today, I rarely scolded him with a cold face:
"Yan Jing, the Zhou family does not have such an irresponsible family tradition as yours. I don't care what your private love life is like. As long as Xiaoxi is still your wife, you should fulfill your responsibilities."
Lin Yuxi, who was so drunk that she heard the familiar name, shed more tears and murmured: "Zhou Yanjing, you bastard!"
Zhou Yanjing muttered: "You didn't forget to scold me even when you were drunk."
He finally took his hand out of his pocket and reached out to take the person from Zhou Shengan's arms.
Wanting to put her on the ground, Lin Yuxi was so drunk that she slid down like a loach.
Zhou Yanjing grabbed the person back with one hand: "You can't even stand, did your leg fall inside?"
How could a drunk person answer him, leaning on his arms like a piece of boneless mud?
Zhou Yanjing had no choice but to pick her up again.
Lao Liu hurriedly opened the car door, and Zhou Yanjing bent down to put him on the seat. Lin Yuxi, who was unconscious, was like a baby about to be put down after being coaxed to sleep, and reflexively hugged his neck.
Zhou Yanjing wanted to take her hands off the back of her neck, but her hands were clasped tighter than iron chains.
He was in a dilemma, and was forced to maintain a bent posture, supporting the seat with his right hand, looking at the drunken and unconscious face of the woman, and laughed angrily.
"Lin Yuxi, I think you just want to piss me off to death."
In the end, Zhou Yanjing sat on the seat and held the person on his lap.
