Zhuli's long eyelashes were stained with tears, and she sat on the steps of the stairway and cried bitterly.
Didn't you already know that such a day would come?
Zhuli, why are you crying?
Is it a shame?
Her head fell low on her knees and she stopped sobbing.
Those beautiful memories are automatically played on a loop in my mind.
For a long time, she took a breath and grabbed the clothes on her chest to stop herself from going so crazy.
Outside the safe passage door, the man suppressed the throbbing and distress in his heart, turned around and left.
After venting his dissatisfaction, Zhuli felt like he was resurrected with full blood.
After leaving the company gate, she looked at the time and it was only four o'clock.
Suddenly she wanted to go to the bar, but it seemed a bit boring to go alone.
After looking through the list, I finally decided to call Ren Xingyan.
Club Tavern
Zhuli leaned against the bar, looking at the door with blurred eyes.
Ren Xingyan was already drunk before she came.
"Pear, how much have you drank?"
Ren Xingyan put his bag on his seat and ordered a low-alcohol cocktail.
Zhuli put his arms on his arms and raised his glass to toast her.
"Xingyan, I was dumped."
"I was dumped..."
At the end there was only crying. Ren Xingyan looked at her worriedly.
He stretched out his hand to hold her shoulders and advised, "Let me take you back to the hospital. Are you still injured?"
A sneer appeared on her lips, she met her gaze and shook her head slightly.
"I don't feel any pain anymore."
The security guard withstood most of the impact, and Zhuli was relatively lucky.
Jing Huaizhi had already settled his family and paid a compensation amount. After all, this incident was also caused by them.
"Xingyan."
She stood up slowly while holding on to the table, tilting her head and staring straight at her.
"Do you think I deserve it?"
Ren Xingyan didn't know how to answer, so he could only avoid her gaze and lower his eyelids.
Finally, he silently took out his cell phone and sent a message to Du Jianzhou.
Mu Mansion
Jing Yuhe stepped on black high heels and entered the living room under the leadership of the servant.
A woman sat quietly on the leather sofa, her eyes drifting into the distance, seemingly in a daze.
"Sister Airu."
Jing Yuhe stood beside her, smoothed his dress and chose to sit next to her.
Mu Airu heard the sound and turned his head to look at her.
The voice was soft and inaudible: "Yuhe is here."
Jing Yuhe smiled and nodded, placing his fingers on the back of her hand.
Suddenly, Mu Airu frowned slightly and said something incomprehensible: "Huaizhi and she are not real."
"They were acting."
Jing Yuhe's expression was silent, and the hand on the back of her hand squeezed tightly.
"What did you say?"
"Sister Airu, is everything you said true?"
Mu Airu stared at her silently without answering.
President's Office
Meng Nanxun held up the camera hanging on his chest, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mr. Jing, I have to pay more this time."
Jing Huaizhi leaned on the swivel chair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and half-smiled: "Let's see if your business ability is up to standard first."
Meng Nanxun immediately calmed down and stood obediently in place with his feet together.
"That's absolutely no problem, Mr. Jing."
"Look at the last time you asked me to follow Miss Zhu, didn't I do a great job, and..."
"Last time, you asked me to inquire about Miss Zhu's stepmother, and I..."
Inadvertently looking into the man's deep eyes, he subconsciously made a gesture of covering his mouth with tape.
There was a sneer on Jing Huaizhi's lips, and he raised his fingers at him.
Meng Nanxun took small steps to stand in front of the desk and leaned forward.
"What's wrong, Mr. Jing?"
He said nothing and stretched out his hand to grab the 'treasure' hanging on his chest.
Meng Nanxun was not too stupid and took the first step to protect him.
"Mr. Jing, this is my wife, you can't touch her."
"Dung beetles wear masks."
(shameless)
Meng Nanxun: "..."
After a fight, Meng Nanxun realized that he was in the wrong and rolled his eyes.
"Mr. Jing, where is Miss Zhu?"
"I kind of want to see her. I have helped her deal with so many difficult things. I really want to see her true face."
Jing Huaizhi sneered repeatedly, and the look he gave him was thought-provoking.
"You can pack up and go to the bathroom to make the floor."
(Not far from death)
Meng Nanxun: "???"
Jingle Bell
The cell phone on the desk rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and picked up the call.
"Jing Huaizhi, your wife has drunk too much. Are you going to go?"
Although the speakerphone was not turned on, Du Jianzhou's voice was not quiet, and it was difficult for Meng Nanxun not to hear it.
He curled his lips and reached out to gently touch his 'wife'.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Jing Huaizhi said disapprovingly: "Please help me send her back."
Du Jianzhou on the other side of the phone agreed without thinking. Just when he was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly said:
"I heard from Xingyan that she kisses people when she hugs them. It seems like I have to wear a helmet."
Toot toot
The call was hung up.
Jing Huaizhi quickly stood up from the office chair, his eyebrows solemn.
He raised his eyelids slightly and met Meng Nanxun's clear eyes.
He subconsciously blocked his camera equipment.
"You come with me."
Club Tavern
Zhuli's smart eyes were dyed with water color, and she looked even more charming and tender when she was drunk.
"Isn't he just a man? Just look for him again."
"It's not like the earth can't rotate away from him. I won't hang myself from a tree!"
He slapped his palms heavily on the bar and suddenly raised his tone.
Jing Huaizhi and Meng Xunnan were standing at the door looking at the drunken woman.
"Mr. Jing, why don't we go in first?"
"What's the point of blocking the door?"
He straightened his lips and pointed his slender fingers in the direction of Zhuli: "Bring her out to me."
Meng Nanxun made a circle with his index finger and thumb, and made a homemade telescope to see more clearly.
"Go quickly."
The man raised his hand and patted his shoulder with some force.
After Meng Nanxun heard this, the corner of his mouth curled up.
With an expression of 'It's still my brother', he walked towards the designated direction.
Just a few steps away, the man said something else:
"keep distance."
Meng Nanxun: "???"
Zhuli squinted her eyes as she looked at Meng Nanxun, who took the initiative to chat with him, and spoke in a neutral tone:
"You look like my great-grandfather."
Meng Nanxun: "..."
He wears black round glasses on the bridge of his nose, and wears a short coat and black trousers that are convenient for working.
His outfit is purely a personal preference, and he usually only wears this outfit at home.
Today I was suddenly called by Jing Huaizhi before I had time to change clothes.
"Hello miss, we are closed, please go home quickly."
Meng Nanxun was miserable and could only think of this solution.
Zhuli sunk most of his body into Ren Xingyan's arms, not checking the authenticity of his words.
He stood up from his sitting position and stumbled towards the door.
During this period, she also met some men who molested her.
Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, but she couldn't help but cursed back: "You're so ugly and you still flirt with girls."
Hearing the sound, a pot-bellied man rolled up his sleeves and walked over aggressively.
