Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

Xu Qingcheng drank a little wine at night.

It is still unrealistic to swear not to drink at all, but with the bad experience of getting drunk before, she dared not drink too much this time, and only drank half a glass of red wine.

Not drunk, very sober.

She should find a substitute driver and go home.

Xu Qingcheng stood there without moving, and his face was always in his mind over and over again.

Some people don't know how much they care until they lose it.

His heart and mouth are full of him, and Fu Jingting's name is densely engraved.

She was close to him at that time, full of calculations and interests, and wanted to gain someone to rely on. If there were too many things entangled in her relationship, she would not be pure.

When was the heart moved, even I don't know.

When she let go, she cut off the previous relationship between the two with all her strength, her heart ached so much, she thought it would pass after the pain, how much meaning does love or not love have in life?

She thinks she is calm and rational, and wants to introduce the relationship between the two into normal commercial competition. If everything is put on a purely commercial issue, everyone is doing nothing wrong. If we start from the transformation, there is no such thing as who is sorry for whom, and who is plotting against whom.

Shopping malls are like battlefields, where winners and losers are the laws of history.

Only when she thinks this way, will she not feel uncomfortable in her heart, and she won't need to worry about whether he loves her or not, and why he has to calculate her like this.

Never thought about why he cares about whether he loves her or not.

Because I have him in my heart, I care about it.

No one will ask a stranger to treat you well, but everyone hopes that the person you love can love you.

But it was too late to understand all of this. She thought that there would be no more chances. He left so thoroughly.

But he came back again, and the silent heart beat for joy, and it felt so good.

Even though he didn't hide his indifference to her, and seemed to be annoyed even by looking at her, Xu Qingcheng still felt very good.

She raised her hand, her fingers were empty.

His too.

After all, the two have nothing to do with each other.

"Allure?"

When Ye Tinghong came out of the clubhouse, he immediately saw Xu Qingcheng sitting on the steps.

Xu Qingcheng raised his face to look at him, there were still tears in his eyes, but behind the tears was joy.

What could make her cry and laugh at the same time?
Ye Tinghong hadn't seen her for a long, long time. The last time he saw her was because of Qingyao's problem. The video data he got from Fu Hongxin was submitted to the police as a basis for a new trial.

That means that Xu Qingyao will be released without charge, and he will send his brother Ye Kaihong to prison with his own hands.

This is a very difficult choice for Ye Tinghong.

The so-called helpers do not help relatives, but only after meeting them do they realize how painful the struggle in their hearts is.

Those who have not experienced it may not understand.

So he only saw her once by the police, until the end of the whole case, he never showed her again.

Whether you love it or not.

All the past has been taken away by time, everything he did was loyal to his heart, as for how much she could receive, that was all her business.

"It's cold on the ground, get up." Ye Tinghong grabbed her arm and helped her up, "Why are you here?"

Xu Qingcheng wiped away her tears, calmed her expression, stood up straight and said, "It just so happens that there is a social gathering."

Ye Tinghong looked at her quietly, and said after a while, "I met Song Chang once before, and she said that you have gone abroad and don't come back often."

"Well, I have something to do, come back and stay for a while." Xu Qingcheng responded shallowly. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and when they stood together, they suddenly felt that they had nothing to say.

In the past, they were not considered talkative people, but together they could talk non-stop and endless topics.

In the end it was different.

"Qingyao's innocence evidence, I still want to thank you." That time in the police, he provided the evidence, but didn't say a word, and left in a hurry. Have a word with him.

I didn't see him again after that, and avoided him the whole time.

Xu Qingcheng is like this, if he doesn't provide it, she has no channel, and the stain on Qingyao's body will not be washed away.

Many things, from the source point of view, the Ye family is sorry for Qingyao, no matter how much they do, they are still sorry.

But from the evidence itself, Xu Qingcheng felt that she wanted to say thank you.

But that doesn't mean she has no grudges in her heart.

Ye Tinghong only smiled slightly.

The light hit the faces of the two, and all the intimacy was over, but even with such a combination of handsome men and beautiful women, many people still looked over.

In the shadow diagonally across, the car that was supposed to leave was hidden there. The man's eyes glanced over the two of them, and finally stopped on Xu Qingcheng's smiling face. The lights of the city hall were shining through.

The driver, whose air pressure was low in the car, was restless. Before he could ask a question, the person behind suddenly said, "Drive."

The car really left quietly this time.

Ye Tinghong didn't say to send her back, knowing that she might not accept it, he just stood beside her and waited for the driver to come over, put her in the car, and then reluctantly turned and left.

Xu Qingcheng didn't go home, and went straight to Song Chang's house. She wanted to ask a lot of things, and she wanted to have a channel to talk about. Only Song Chang knew most about her many things. Xu Qingcheng called Song Chang, but she didn't answer.

I don't know if I'm busy.

Arriving at Song Chang's door, she knocked on the door and there was no answer, so Xu Qingcheng simply took out the key from under the flower pot at her door and opened the door.

Xu Qingcheng was dumbfounded by the scene in the living room, and the two people on the sofa were also dumbfounded.

Xu Qingcheng slammed the door back, she swore that she just took a quick glance and didn't see the details, but the clothes that spread from the door to the living room floor could tell how fierce the battle was.

Xu Qingcheng blushed, but ran back home anyway.

It seems that Song Chang is not lying, she really kidnapped Song Xingzhi to bed.

Xu Qingcheng went home to wash and go to bed. She dreamed of him again in her dream. This time it was really clear. The scar on his brow bone and the expression on his face were thoroughly imprinted in her mind and on her heart. in the dream.

After waking up, Xu Qingcheng stared blankly at the ceiling.

After the impact of shock and joy passed, he calmed down, and his indifferent and sarcastic face was lingering.

Song Chang called, but kept silent about the passionate affair last night, and only asked her, "You're looking for me, what's the matter?"

"Fu Jingting is back."

When he said these words, Xu Qingcheng was already very calm.

Song Chang's brain was about to explode after being bombarded by these words, "What?"

"I saw him last night." Xu Qingcheng pieced together his own information, "The person in charge of FUC."

Song Chang turned his head and glanced at Song Xingzhi, who was sitting there eating, his elegant posture did not change like she did when he heard the news of Fu Jingting's return.

Song Chang was sitting opposite him, and he couldn't believe that he couldn't hear what Xu Qingcheng said just now.

I couldn't help but kicked him, thinking that this person must know the truth.

She got up and hid on the balcony in the bedroom, and asked her, "What do you want? Do you want to tell him about the existence of wishing?"

thought about it.

Sitting next to him last night, she ate a messy meal, wondering if he would be happy seeing Yuanyuan.

But now, after all the filters faded, what she could feel was his repulsion and rejection. He treated her as a stranger, and Ms. Xu yelled clearly.

Xu Qingcheng reached out to wipe away the tears that fell down unintentionally, "No."

"He looks like he doesn't really want to have anything to do with me. He is very repulsive and disgusting."