After being plotted against by my best friend, I got into trouble with the domineering president

"Qian, long time no see..."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was originally harmonious, and the two people's laughter and exchanges were like a beautiful symphony, but now the music suddenly stopped, as if the melody was suddenly cut off.

Wen Qing, the girl who always had a gentle smile, turned her head at this moment, her beautiful big eyes sparkling with surprise, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

"Sister Rou!" Her voice was surprised and delighted, as if the word was about to jump out of her throat, but she suppressed it.

She stood up slowly, feeling something was wrong again. Although her cousin Wen Wenwen has almost the same face as the girl in front of her, she is taller and has a plumper figure. They were having breakfast together this morning at the Wen family's mountainside villa. No one would change so much in less than a day. Wen Qing was stunned. She didn't recognize the girl in front of her.

Lu Qian was stunned on the dining chair, motionless. What's wrong with him? Is he hallucinating again?

The answer was no, and Lu Qian was trembling all over.

"Qian, what's wrong with you?" Anya spoke again, glancing in Wen Qing's direction from the corner of her eye.

Lu Qian suddenly stood up from his seat: "Anya?"

The voice was fragmented, filled with trembling, expectation, disbelief, and longing.

When their eyes met each other, electric fire flashed, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Lu Qian felt his heart beat faster, and long-lost emotions welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but stand there in shock, his eyes not daring to leave her figure. Anya's pale face was still beautiful, and her smile revealed a touch of surprise and gratitude.

"It's me, Qian, I'm really back."

Anya ignored the looks of people around her and hugged Lu Qian, and Lu Qian hugged Anya tightly. There was warmth on her body and the beating of her heart. She was not dead, she was really back.

Wen Qing didn't hear anyone mention Anya's name to her. She stayed at the dining table blankly, while the hot pot continued to heat up...

"Lu Qian, can you introduce this lady to me?"

Anya chuckled and looked directly at Wen Qing through Lucian's long arm holding her.

Wen Qing's eyes are really similar to her own. No wonder Lu Qian fell in love with the girl in front of him. She sent someone to investigate Wen Qing and knew her name. No matter in terms of family background or knowledge, this girl is incomparable to herself. The reason why she could sleep next to Lu Qian's pillow was not because of her eyes that looked so much like her own.

So everything was destined. As soon as she appeared on the stage, the girl named Wen Qing lost, completely.

Only then did Lu Qian remember that Wen Qing was still there. He turned his head slightly but did not look at her, and whispered: "Miss Wen... please go back first. I still have some things to do here. I You can ask the driver to come and take you off."

Wen Qing felt bitterness in her heart, but she didn't cry like before. Everything was like a dream, and everything in the dream was so unreal.

At the graduation party, she was tricked by Zhang Yunxin into sleeping with a 'beggar' and lost her precious first time. Later, he met Lu Qian while on vacation in City A. After meeting several times, they fell in love. Maybe all this is just wishful thinking on his part. After all, Lu Qian never said he wanted her to be his girlfriend, he just said he wanted to be with him.

I was afraid that I had made a mistake from the beginning. All they wanted was a playmate for sex, and I shouldn't have expected anything.

Wen Qing suddenly felt so childish when she remembered that she had learned that Lu Qian had long known that the 'beggar' that day was him, and then concealed it from herself, and that she had gone to specifically question him and lose her temper with him. Who is she? Why should she? Seeing the girl in front of her, she finally understood that she just had the same eyes as hers, nothing more.

"No, thank you Mr. Lu. I will find a way to go back myself. I wish Mr. Lu a happy evening."

Anyone could hear the disappointment and indifference in her tone, but Lu Qian ignored her. She pretended to be calm, walked downstairs as if nothing had happened, and then walked out of the hot pot restaurant.

He stretched out his hand to stop a taxi: "Master, please come to Building 2, Area A, Villa District, Fuyang Road, Dongjiao, thank you."

"Okay, fasten your seat belt." The taxi driver reminded me warmly.

Wen Qing sat in the taxi with a heavy heart, her eyes full of loss and exhaustion. The lights in the car reflected her face, which made her look a little pale.

The taxi slowly drove away from the bustling city center and headed towards the villa area in the eastern suburbs. The streets at night were quiet and lonely, with only the sound of wheels rubbing against the road accompanying Wen Qing's heart.

Wen Qing leaned on her seat and looked at the night scene outside the car window, her thoughts fluctuating like the tide. She recalled everything that happened today, like a defeated soldier, full of frustration and helplessness.

She felt a loneliness coming over her, and she lost the laughter and warmth of the past. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions.

His body temperature was still on her body, and his scent was still on her clothes. In just a few hours, she suddenly changed from the 'baby' in his mouth to 'Miss Wen'. I shouldn't have expected anything from him. Once again, I failed to understand people clearly, which brought me another painful lesson.

The taxi drove into a quiet mountain road, and the lights gradually became sparse, leaving only dim street lights and the shadows of a few villas.

The taxi stopped in front of the villa, and Wen Qing slowly scanned the QR code to pay the fare. She opened the car door and took a step into the villa. In the darkness, she felt the weight of loneliness, as if the whole world was alienated from her.

She slowly walked into the villa. Everything was so strange and deserted. After talking to the nanny again, he returned to the room dejectedly. She stood still in the empty room, tears flowing down her face again.

Wen Qing sat on the sofa, hugging herself, trying to find some comfort. She hopes that time will heal her wounds and give her the strength to get back on her feet. In this night of extreme loss, she could only bear the pain in her heart silently, waiting for the arrival of a new dawn. , but she also knew clearly that there was no possibility for her and Lu Qian.