my naughty female president

I didn't go home, and the place that was originally the warmest felt like a shackle to me at the moment.

Putting aside all the empty and abstract emotions, it is just a cold house, not fundamentally different from any other house in the world.And feelings... huh!Am I worthy to talk now?

go back?How can it be!The house belongs to Mu Xichun, and I just hurt her severely, how can I live in her house with peace of mind?

Although at the moment I turned around to leave, at the moment I heard Mu Kuozuo crying bitterly, I already regretted it.

I have seen her cry many times, but I have never seen her cry so sadly.Now that I think about it, every tear she shed seems to be for me...

Her crying is undoubtedly a lingering delay to my soul, making me suffer in regret, but my humble self-esteem has made me cold-blooded, and I can't go back and apologize to her no matter what.

I know that the reason why Mu Xichun said that is because he cared about it, and if he was someone else, how could he care about what I did?
In fact, what she said is not wrong at all. Apart from hurting myself, my reckless behavior will only make those who care about me worry. Apart from that, there is no merit at all.

What is it if you fight with others just to vent your depression?
But human emotions are like a wild beast. Once the ferocity is aroused, it cannot be stopped. Besides, I have never been an emotional manager. How can I restrain the beast in my heart when I am used to doing my own way?
I know that my words hurt her deeply, so what is wrong with her? Didn't she care too much about me and rushed to the police station to rescue me?Who else could do it but her?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help thinking of one more thing, why did Xiang Dong Mingming promise me to pay the fine, but why did Mu Xichun come last?

I couldn't help being a little angry, thinking that Mu Xichun and I would have to pay a lot of responsibility for the current situation.

I took out my mobile phone and wanted to call to ask him why he let me go, but when I took out my mobile phone, I found that the phone was dead and turned off.

I closed my eyes in embarrassment, thinking about it or forget it, what obligation does he have to save me?Besides, I know Xiang Dong's character, if he doesn't have something to get out of, he won't just talk in vain.

I simply stopped a car and went directly to Xiangdong's bar. It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and there were not many customers in the bar.

I thought that Xiang Dong would probably not be in the bar at this time, but as soon as I entered, I saw him clicking the calculator in the bar counter.

Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of blood rushing up from my originally dead still heart. Doesn't he appear to be delayed by urgent matters in his calm look?Fortunately, I was still making excuses for him in my heart before, and it turns out that everything is not what I thought!

He was so focused on calculating his account that he didn't even notice that I had entered the bar. He didn't notice me until I walked to the bar. He widened his eyes the second he saw me, probably because my appearance surprised him.

He turned around from the bar with a nervous expression, put his hands on my shoulders and looked at my face carefully.

I stretched out my hand to open his arm very displeased, frowned and said with a sullen face: "You promised me, why didn't you go last? You can be considered a friend if you do this?" The guests looked sideways.

Xiang Dong had clearly judged the seriousness of the matter from the injury on my face and the tone of my speech, and said with a worried look on his face, "I'm sorry brother, I didn't know that such a serious thing happened, I thought you were just talking to someone else. There was a little physical conflict, but I didn't expect..."

"Stop fucking nonsense!" I interrupted Xiang Dong. "You are afraid of trouble! You don't have to go because you are afraid of trouble, why did you tell Mu Xichun?" I stared at him with wide eyes.

"Xichun is your girlfriend, shouldn't she know? I wanted to go with her, but she firmly refused to let me go. And I didn't expect you to be like this, I thought it was just a It's a small matter, and you'll be fine after paying the fine. I didn't expect you to do this? I'm sorry brother, you really exceeded my expectations." Xiang Dong explained with a tone of apology.

I turned around dejectedly, not wanting to argue too much with him on this issue.In fact, my mood is so bad that I don't even have the desire to vent.

Xiang Dong grabbed me, looked at me with a worried face and said: "Brother, I don't know what happened to you and Miss Xichun. It's not proper for me to do this. But you are in this situation. ...Where are you going, I will take you!"

I shook off his hand and ignored him, and limped straight out.

Xiang Dong seemed to want to say something more, but he finally stopped talking.He knows my temper. If I can't figure something out, no one can persuade me.

When I walked out of the bar, Xiangdong caught up again, grabbed my hand and stuffed something into my hand.I looked down and saw it was a key.

"I know you don't want to tell me, so I won't ask any more. This is the key to the warehouse behind the bar. I have covered your previous things with plastic bags and they are still clean. If you don't want to go home, you can temporarily sleep in the That!"

It seems that Xiang Dong still understands me. Although I didn't say anything, he still guessed from the few words I said that Mu Xichun and I had an unpleasant relationship. He also knew that I had been living in Mu Xichun's house, so he probably knew that Won't go back, that's why I made this move.

I looked up at him, and returned the key stubbornly. Although my surviving reason told me that I really needed such a residence, I stubbornly refused to accept his favor, even if it would put me in a trap. Homeless situation.

"If you still want me to treat you as a brother, leave me alone! I need to be alone, and please don't tell Mu Xichun about my whereabouts!" I said in a serious tone.
Xiang Dong nodded silently, then I turned around and walked staggeringly, and heard Xiang Dong behind me sigh.

I didn't go very far, in fact I didn't know where to go at the moment!So I simply went into another bar.

The decoration of this bar is very different. The pink style is a bit incompatible with the atmosphere that the bar should have. At first glance, you can tell that the owner of the bar has his own unique personality, which makes the bar have a distinct romantic and warm theme.

Probably because it is too small, so there are not many customers in the bar, only three or two couples of young people who look like lovers are sitting around the bar.

There is a piano in the center of the bar. A short-haired woman is sitting in front of the piano and playing Kevin Cohen's piano piece "You and Me" with her slender fingers dancing on the keys. The urge to cry.

I went to the bar and ordered a dozen beers, and found a lonely corner to drink by myself.

Since there's nowhere to go, it's better to get completely drunk, and when you're drunk, you won't care where you are.

I was drinking, thinking about my heart, thinking about what happened today, thinking about Mu Xichun's crying, I just felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry.

Since Ah Wei came, the original sweet way of getting along with Mu Xichun has disappeared, even though I know that Mu Xichun loves me, but the invisible pressure has only increased.

I know very well that my pressure comes from Ah Wei's threat. Having such a strong opponent makes me unable to be confident no matter what. That's why I can't stand Ah Wei being slightly nicer to Mu Xichun because of his injury. .

Now I have to admit that I have low self-esteem, and only people with low self-esteem are extremely sensitive to some trivial details that do not change their nature.

Tonight's conflict is not so much caused by me and Mu Xichun's different ideas, but in fact, I was just making use of it. I just wanted to vent my dissatisfaction. For this reason, I did not hesitate to speak out to hurt the person I love deeply.

Now that I think about it, not only am I inferior emotionally, but am I not selfish in terms of personality?It’s just that I’m fragile by nature. Although this may be caused by the depth of love, I have to admit that I have never been able to appreciate the correct way to get along, but I have no teacher to express love with hurt.

……

The more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable. I poured wine into my stomach one cup after another, trying to get drunk as soon as possible, but the more I drank, the more sober I became.

I suddenly hated myself, why can't I be more magnanimous, why can't I be more tolerant like a man?Why do you always make the woman you love so much feel sad for yourself?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but slapped myself hard on the face, and I burst into tears. I finally couldn't control my emotions and lay down on the table and cried aloud.

The bar gradually became quiet, and the piano music stopped quietly at some point, as if the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

I stopped crying and suddenly raised my head, eyes through the tears, as if the world had become illusory.

A figure in front of me gradually became clear from a blurry outline. It turned out that it was the short-haired woman talking about the piano who sat opposite me calmly at some point.

I looked around, and those couples had long since disappeared. It must have been my crying that broke the original romantic atmosphere here, making them feel that this is no longer a good place to talk about love.

There were not many waiters at the moment, and none of them disappeared, presumably because they were off work.At this moment, only me and this woman are left in the whole bar.

I think, probably she is the master here.

In front of me is a very beautiful woman, about 30 years old, with a well-proportioned figure, fair skin and soft appearance. Her slightly mature charm perfectly sets off her gentleness and modesty, giving people a very warm visual effect.

But at this moment, I am not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of this strange woman. She is sitting opposite me, holding a cigarette between her slender fingers, looking at me with a half-smile, her expression is unpredictable.

But just by looking at her, I knew that she was a person with a story. Even though she hadn't said a word, I could still confirm this from her penetrating gaze, but I couldn't tell her story. Got it.

I sat up straight and accidentally knocked down the empty wine bottle on the table with my arm.

I frantically tried to stop the wine bottles that were rolling around, but found that my hands became a little incompetent because of my slowness.

A wine bottle finally rolled to the floor and fell to pieces with a bang under my watchful eyes.