Lin Qingsong frowned: "No matter who told you what, it's not true. I can explain it."
"Lin Qingsong, stop making trouble." Ren Zixian sighed and withdrew from his embrace, "It's really meaningless for you to be like this."
Lin Qingsong laughed angrily: "What do you mean it's not interesting? Was it interesting when you provoked me in the parking lot? Now you can leave whenever you want?"
He still remembered Ren Zixian waiting for him next to his car, dressed up carefully and timidly calling him sir.
She was tired of the love at first sight after just a few years. She said that if she wanted to end the relationship, Lin Qingsong would have to leave. Why?
Lin Qingsong is not a proactive person, and there is no shortage of women around him. If Ren Zixian hadn't taken the first step, they would never have crossed paths.
I did think this girl was stunning back then, but not to the point where I had to be her.
Now that things have come to a point, she can leave whenever she wants?
Lin Qingsong had just made up his mind to live a good life with her and take her back to Lin's house for the New Year.
Li Qingsong grabbed her and pushed her down against the wall, almost touching her forehead.
Ren Zixian instinctively wanted to push back, but he was instantly imprisoned between the wall and the wall.
She is tall and tall, and her height of 168 centimeters is not enough in front of Lin Qingsong. Lin Qingsong blocks almost all the light sources for her.
Lin Qingsong's movements were full of control, and Ren Zixian couldn't help but put his hand on his chest, trying to keep a distance from him.
However, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but push him away. He reached out and grabbed her white wrist, rubbing her fingertips.
Then warm breath hit her skin, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.
Lin Qingsong buried his head in her neck, and his tone was low and pleading: "This is wrong Ren Zixian, you obviously liked me so much before."
Ren Zixian's movements in his hands paused, and fluctuating emotions flashed in his eyes, like a dark lake suddenly casting a faint starlight.
Lin Qingsong naturally saw her wavering, and then he kissed her softly, touching her skin like a dragonfly.
His hands held her waist, and his movements were rare and gentle and solemn.
"Lin Qingsong." Ren Zixian said softly, "After spending time with you, can we separate?"
Lin Qingsong paused and looked up at Ren Zixian in disbelief.
Ren Zixian looked directly into his eyes, and his voice was calm and cold, as if he was giving an academic report: "If I accompany you again, will you agree to break up?"
Qi and blood surged into her upper brain, Lin Qingsong reached out and pinched her chin, obviously very angry: "Do you know what stupid things you are talking about?!"
Ren Zixian's voice was a little choppy, but he still maintained his dignity: "We had this kind of relationship from the beginning, and I don't deserve your liking either."
Her tone was like pouring a basin of ice water over Lin Qingsong's buoyant enthusiasm. All the words she wanted to say were extinguished, and the bone-chilling chill and pain spread over her.
Lin Qingsong was so angry with her that he didn't know what to say. He suddenly realized that he might have never thought clearly about his relationship with Ren Zixian.
His eyes were boiling with paranoid anger, and he was about to twitch Ren Zixian's skin and muscles.
Ren Zixian stepped back involuntarily. The cold wall could not give her any comfort. Instead, it made her skin lose temperature rapidly. Her heart beat faster and she began to panic.
Ren Zixian subconsciously wanted to turn his head to avoid Lin Qingsong's sharp gaze, but he was firmly controlled by Lin Qingsong and had to look at him.
"This kind of relationship? What kind of relationship is it? Do you support me or do I support you?" Lin Qingsong forced Ren Zixian to look up at him, "Or do you think you really think I am interested in you?"
Breathing entangled, ambiguity surged between the two of them. This was not a private place, and someone would come over at any time. Ren Zixian moved his wrist slightly, and then Lin Qingsong grabbed him tighter.
"If you want to do it," Ren Zixian said with pain in his wrist, "don't do it here."
Lin Qingsong hated her so much. Ren Zixian had made up his mind that he would not do anything to her, so he was so unscrupulous.
His voice was cold: "Do you think you are rich? What kind of woman do I want? Where can you go if I don't agree to break up?"
He didn't know what he was thinking of: "Or are you still thinking about Professor Xu?"
Ren Zixian frowned, not knowing why she suddenly got involved with Xu Xuanming, but she didn't explain and just looked at Lin Qingsong for a while.
She seemed very tired and said: "Lin Qingsong, please let me go, I'm not worth it."
Lin Qingsong looked at Ren Zixian steadily for a while, then let go of his hand and distanced himself from Ren Zixian. Ren Zixian really didn't want him anymore.
There was no misunderstanding or jealousy. She deliberately wanted to leave and specifically chose Lin Qingsong to move when he went to Fengjing.
Every money he spent on her was paid back by Ren Zixiao, and even his patents were transferred in order to repay his favor.
Including the lingering love between the two before leaving, it was all just to say goodbye. Lin Qingsong suddenly felt that he was ridiculous.
It has nothing to do with Jian Fangshu or anyone else, it's just that Ren Zixian doesn't want him.
Ren Zixian took his wrist out of his hand and turned away from his arms: "You can use the patents I promised before, or I will try my best to satisfy you with any kind of compensation you want."
Lin Qingsong was filled with stern and crazy anger, almost gritting his teeth: "Okay, Ren Zixian, you really impress me."
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Ren Zixian returned to her seat. The performance band invited by Tang Wan had already started playing a piano concerto. She glanced at the time and saw that the auction would start in ten minutes.
All proceeds from the auction will be donated in cash, so special financial donation channels have been set up for inconvenient guests.
This auction did not require everyone to participate in the donation. Ren Zixian's little money was not enough to bid with these wealthy celebrities, so she had anonymously donated two million as early as two days ago.
Not far from her, Lin Qingsong was no longer as angry as before, and he was exchanging glasses of wine with his partners in a graceful manner.
Not many people were eating at the dinner party. All the people present were celebrities from all walks of life. No one wanted to waste their connections.
People who can enter this venue have only one purpose, and that is to broaden their social circle as much as possible.
It took two rounds to pick up the dishes on the table, but Ren Zixian didn't even get up to get them. She sat quietly and drank champagne.
The waiter was very discerning and always asked her if she wanted a refill or another drink when her glass was almost empty.
Ren Zixian just drank one glass after another slowly.
Ren Zixian seemed to have a unique law of attraction, and Lin Qingsong always put his eyes on her involuntarily.
Lin Qingsong frowned and looked at her. He had stomach problems and knew how uncomfortable it was to drink on an empty stomach, yet Ren Zixian continued to drink one cup after another.
He has not forgotten how heartless Ren Zixian was before, but looking at her is like something Lin Qingsong subconsciously thinks is very important, and he always looks at her unconsciously.
Ren Zixian stood up, perhaps because she felt it was too stuffy here. She took the wine glass and walked away from the talking people towards the garden.
Lin Qingsong said goodbye to the person he was talking to and couldn't help but follow him.
The top hotel in Yanshi has a whole sky garden in the center of the building. The dome is hollowed out to reveal the night sky in Yanshi. In order to give VIP guests the best experience, the hotel design not only imitates the starry sky.
The sparkling and mottled night sky was above her head, and she was surrounded by carefully crafted flowers.
Ren Zixian liked this kind of place very much. It always made her feel that she could breathe better than a laboratory.
For this dinner, Tang Wan specially ordered fresh bouquets from abroad to decorate it. It can be said that it is a relatively quiet and comfortable space.
He just sat in the garden without doing anything in particular, he just found a quiet place to relax.
Lin Qingsong was standing not far from her, and she didn't notice it.
Ren Zixian pinched a fresh leaf. Maybe it was because she hadn't taken medicine for a day. There was a slight tinnitus in Ren Zixian's ears, and her whole body hurt as if it was being peeled off piece by piece.
Perhaps alcohol accelerated her thinking speed, so she began to tear the leaf apart bit by bit, and then spliced it together piece by piece.
There was darkness before her eyes, and all other sounds except the sharp neighing were far away from her. A huge black ship surged through the darkness and rushed toward her. Ren Zixian seemed to have escaped from his own body and watched himself. Hallucinations gradually appeared.
A familiar voice came from her bones.
"Have you ever wondered when the Ship of Theseus stopped being the same ship?"
"What are you running from?"
Then more sounds followed by figures flashing in front of her.
"There's no turning back for you."
"Looking forward to seeing you again."
Ren Zixian's breathing was a little heavy. After the hallucinations dissipated, they gathered again, eroding her thinking bit by bit.
Lin Qingsong watched her put the broken leaves together one by one, then raised her head to look at the stars outside the sky, stood up, her face suddenly changed, and she was searching for something in private.
Suddenly she froze and fell straight back.
Lin Qingsong almost without thinking, rushed over to catch her and held her in his arms.
Her eyes were empty and unfocused, and her exquisite makeup made her look more like a fragile porcelain doll.
Lin Qingsong panicked immediately. He had never seen Ren Zixian look so fragile. His voice could not suppress the trembling: "What's wrong with you? Ren Zixian, look at me."
Panic spread, and his tone was filled with unbelievable anxiety: "Ren Zixiao?"
Ren Zixian breathed heavily and woke up in just a few seconds. She shook her head: "I'm fine, I just didn't stand firm."
Lin Qingsong felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell what was wrong. He said patiently: "You have hypoglycemia, right? I'll get you something to eat. Or should I call the doctor?"
Lin Qingsong turned around and wanted to leave, but Ren Zixian held him back: "Don't go, don't go."
