Life With You

What makes Ling Yuette puzzled is that in the past, he always felt that Qiao Aiwen had nothing to do, as if she was always around him 24 hours a day, but now he couldn't even find a chance to be alone with her. Why do women hold hands even when going to the bathroom?

There were also those boys around Qiao Aiwen who didn't like him, especially when they whispered something together and then laughed loudly. Ling Yue felt like a marginalized person, even though he was sitting together, he couldn't Can't fit in at all.

But even so, he still refuses to leave. He knows that Qiao Aiwen is still angry, and just wants to make him angry away on purpose. What is the purpose of his coming to the United States this time?

With no concentration at all, Bai lived six or seven years longer than her.

A group of people went to a nightclub in the evening. The heavy metal music was deafening and the pool was full of crazy young men and women. Qiao Aiwen asked for a big card and ordered a lot of drinks and snacks. The whole process was familiar. Ling Yue was staring at it. He wasn't afraid of her getting drunk, it was better to be drunk. He carried her back. He just thought of her past inexplicably. Was she also so crazy in the days when he couldn't keep an eye on people?

That's how it is when you like someone. Not only do you want to dominate her present and future, but you also want to fulfill his wishes in her past.

In the past, she pestered him all day long, and he didn't notice anything. But since she left in anger, this feeling seemed to have bottomed out, eroding his days and nights, tossing and turning, scratching his heart and lungs. , Ling Yue understands, you are a bitch, people are servile, if you give them two sweet dates, they will give you two sweet dates. If you slap them twice and give them two more sweet dates, it will be twice as sweet.

He was responsible for the trouble he caused. Ling Yue sat on the edge of the sofa, keeping a distance from the unfamiliar girls, and kept staring at Qiao Aiwen. Even though she had lived abroad for so many years, she still had the natural characteristics of a Night City girl. Sa, she drank dice with a group of foreigners, and the foreign wine made her drink like it was loose.

In fact, Qiao Aiwen felt very sad, and the wine was flowing through her intestines. Who knew that every time she laughed, she would shed tears in her heart. If she chased her, what would happen if she chased her? The fire in her heart had not been released, and the wound in her heart had not healed. When she saw Ling Yue, she could remember that day he asked her over the phone: Are you a gangster?

Damn it, a slap in the face means gangsters. I have never seen gangsters or society!

Thinking about it, Qiao Aiwen picked up a tube of wine and poured it straight into her throat without making any move to swallow.

Ling Yue frowned when he saw it, thinking in his heart that he would carry her back when she was drunk, but he still felt distressed when he saw her. How could a girl drink like this without harming her body.

He wanted to talk, but the noise in the nightclub hurt his eardrums. There were seven people between him and Qiao Aiwen. These seven people were like a bridge. He was on this side and she was on the other side. They could be seen but not touched.

Ling Yue truly experienced the feeling of being heartbroken while watching. Every minute and every second was torture. It was not easy until most of the people in the group got up to get off the dance floor. He was also preparing to move to Qiao Aiwen's side. , but Qiao Aiwen took out her mobile phone and the screen was on. After looking at it for two seconds, she ran out with the mobile phone in a hurry.

Ling Yue immediately stood up and followed him out.

Qiao Aiwen walked outside the nightclub, turned on the connect button, and called out in Chinese: Brother Zheng.

Ling Yue stood not far behind her and heard her say: I was playing in a nightclub. It was too noisy inside just now, so I came out to pick him up... No wonder you knew I was here. It turned out to be my circle of friends who exposed my target. .”

Qiao Aiwen smiled and chatted while strolling, Okay, then come over, I'll wait for you at the door.

Qiao Aiwen said goodbye and hung up the phone. Two young foreign men walked over from the opposite side and came up to talk to Qiao Aiwen. Ling Yue walked over immediately, with a few big words written on his already indifferent face: No strangers allowed in.

Qiao Aiwen heard Ling Yue say in English: She is my girlfriend.

When the two foreign men heard this, they shrugged and said they didn't know, and they didn't want to cause trouble, so they turned around and left.

Ling Yue turned his head to talk to her, but Qiao Aiwen immediately stepped forward and was grabbed by him. He had been waiting for this moment all day and could not let her go easily.

Qiao Aiwen didn't look at him and said coldly in Chinese: Let go, or I'll call those two people back.

Ling Yue said calmly: Give me some time to explain...

Before she could finish her words, Qiao Aiwen suddenly opened her voice and shouted in English to the two foreign men who had not gone far: He is not my boyfriend.

Ling Yue's eyes widened and he couldn't stop him. The two men turned their heads at the same time and watched Ling Yue pulling Qiao Aiwen's arm, but she couldn't shake it off.

In two or three seconds, the two men came back together. One of them, the one wearing a hat, grabbed Qiao Alwen's arm and muttered something like let go.

Qiao Aiwen was used to seeing Ling Yue's cold demeanor, and he was as gentle as cold jade when he was happy. Who would have thought that he would pull his face, wave away the man's hand, and pull her directly to him, with the lord's consciousness clearly revealed .

There were two people on the other side, and Ling Yue was alone, so the man who was waved away was just furious and had no intention of retreating. Qiao Aiwen didn't want them to really beat Ling Yue up, not even if they had a fight. She was about to speak, but she heard A familiar voice came from behind: Xiaowen.

It is very common to speak English abroad. A sentence in Mandarin suddenly popped up. The two foreigners subconsciously heard it and turned their heads, including Ling Yue. They saw a Rolls-Royce parked on the roadside. The driver had not yet waited. When I opened the door, the person in the back seat had already opened the door and got out.

He is a mature man in a silver-gray suit. He is over 1.8 meters tall. His well-tailored clothes outline well-proportioned and tight lines. He is not blatantly handsome like Ling Yue, but he has thick eyebrows and a high nose, and wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. , the advantage is that his temperament is particularly outstanding. Even if he is not stepping out of a luxury car, others will definitely guess that he is either an elite or a child of a rich family.

The man walked directly towards Qiao Aiwen. Qiao Aiwen seemed to have forgotten that she was still being pulled by Ling Yue. She waved her hand happily and said hello with a smile: Brother Zheng.

As soon as the two foreigners saw that they knew each other, they immediately showed hesitation in their eyes. In fact, it is easier for foreigners to look at people and order food. When they see someone coming out of a Rolls-Royce, they know they can't afford to offend them, and they won't do it for Qiao Alwen at this moment. When I got ahead, I walked aside and watched the excitement from a distance.

Zhou Zheng walked up to Qiao Aiwen, his eyes fell on Ling Yue's hand holding her intentionally or unintentionally, and asked aloud: What happened?

Qiao Aiwen secretly exerted some force. Ling Yue felt it and subconsciously let go.

She said to Zhou Zheng: It's nothing. I drank too much and had a few quarrels.

Zhou Zheng turned his head and looked in the direction of the two foreigners and asked, Do you want me to call the police?

No, I don't blame them. It's my fault.

Qiao Aiwen smiled heartlessly. When Zhou Zheng heard this, he raised the corners of his lips and raised his hand to touch her head, When will you be able to worry less?

Ling Yue's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes became sharper uncontrollably. The most important thing was that Qiao Aiwen didn't avoid it... What was their relationship?