Life With You

Zhou Zheng was holding a transparent bag in his other hand. After making sure that Qiao Aiwen was okay, he handed the things to her and said casually: I just passed by your favorite ice cream shop. It will be closed a little later.

Qiao Aiwen took the bag and smiled brightly, Thank you, Brother Zheng.

Zhou Zheng actually looks serious, but at this moment he smiled very softly and said, Thank you, isn't it right for me to buy you food?

Qiao Aiwen replied with a smile: I'm just being polite, I just said it casually, you can just listen to it.

Zhou Zheng was speechless. He looked at her with such fondness that he could almost overflow his eyes. Ling Yue looked on from the side, sourness spread from the bottom of his heart to the bottom of his tongue. What the hell?

Zhou Zheng chatted with Qiao Aiwen for a long time as if there was no one around, as if he just saw Ling Yue now, his eyes fell on Ling Yue's face, and asked calmly: Is this your friend?

The awkwardness in Qiao Aiwen's eyes flashed away, and then she said calmly: Well, he just happened to come to the United States, let's hang out together.

Zhou Zheng nodded slightly to Ling Yue as a greeting. Ling Yue, who was usually very polite, inexplicably did not want to respond. In fact, he did not respond. He only turned his head to Qiao Aiwen and said: Come with me to buy something.

Qiao Aiwen had emotions in her heart, but her face looked natural, Go on your own.

I don't know the place.

Zhou Zhengdao: Whatever you want to buy, I'll ask the driver to take you there.

Ling Yue didn't want to buy anything, he just wanted to talk to Qiao Aiwen alone for a while.

Without a smile, Ling Yue didn't even look at Zhou Zheng and said: No, I'll go with Xiaowen.

Qiao Aiwen stood next to Zhou Zheng and looked up at Ling Yue, What do you want to buy?

Ling Yue met her eyes. To be honest, his mind went blank. He paused for a few seconds and then replied: Buy medicine.

Qiao Aiwen was surprised, What medicine?

Ling Yue kept his eyes fixed and said without blinking: Medicine for heart disease.

After finishing speaking, fearing that she wouldn't understand, he added: I feel uncomfortable.

Qiao Aiwen's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably. This is the first time that Ling Yue has expressed his feelings since the two have known each other for so long, right?

If this had happened in the past, she would have taken off happily. Although she could not help herself for a moment just now, it was just an impulse. She had been impulsive for too long, but what was the result? Facts have proved that if a woman takes too much initiative, nothing will come of it.

Is Ling Yue giving me a slap in the face?

Qiao Ai Wen doesn't want it.

The two of them just looked at each other like no one else was watching, for one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Zhou Zheng said, There is a pharmacy in front of you. Ask my driver to take you there. It's not easy to take a taxi here.

Qiao Aiwen still looked at Ling Yue and opened her mouth: If your heart feels uncomfortable, don't play in a place like this. Go back to the hotel to rest later. The nightlife of young people is not suitable for you.

Is it because night life is not suitable for him or she and him are not suitable for each other? The speaker is intentional and the listener is also intentional.

The four eyes met, and many words did not need to be straight to the point. They were all smart people. After a little mention, Ling Yue's heart ached, as if he really had angina pectoris. It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that Qiao Aiwen didn't know how to do it. It's hurtful, but she couldn't bear to hurt him in the past.

If Song Xi was here, she would be able to better understand the toxicity of the Qiao family. The two siblings may seem to have very different personalities, but in fact they are both cruel at heart.

Ling Yue was already prepared for Qiao Aiwen to throw a tantrum with him, but he was not prepared for being slapped in the face in front of outsiders, especially the feeling Zhou Zheng gave him. Ling Yue didn't like it because he could tell it at a glance. , Zhou Zheng's feelings for Qiao Aiwen are definitely not just a brother's feelings for his sister.

Only when you like someone very much can you easily tell who is your love rival. This is due to your sense of smell and has nothing to do with IQ.

Ling Yue's loss of face was a small thing, but it hurt his heart a lot. Qiao Aiwen drove him away, but she wanted to be with Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng turned to look at the Rolls-Royce parked on the street. The driver immediately got out of the car and came quickly. He ordered: Send this gentleman to a nearby pharmacy.

After that, he looked at Ling Yue again, Where do you live?

Ling Yue looked at Qiao Aiwen for a few more seconds, making sure that she had no intention of speaking. Then he looked away and said calmly: No need.

After saying that, he turned around and left. Qiao Aiwen looked at his back, and her heart ached for a moment, as if someone had cut off a large piece of flesh with a knife, and even her throat was being strangled.

Zhou Zheng watched Ling Yue's back, and after a few seconds, he turned to look at Qiao Aiwen, He just left like that, is everything okay?

Qiao Aiwen clenched her fists without leaving a trace, balancing the sadness and pain, secretly regulating her breathing, and said calmly: It's okay, he speaks English better than Americans, so he can't lose it.

Zhou Zhengdao: Go in.

Qiao Aiwen withdrew her gaze and followed Zhou Zheng into the nightclub.

Ling Yue was so angry that when he turned around, he wanted to take a taxi directly to the airport. But after walking for a while, his anger subsided a little, and he felt that it was not normal to argue or lose his temper. After walking for a while, Ling Yue's anger subsided a little. Thinking about it in reverse, he felt that the reason why Qiao Aiwen was hiding something in her words was not because she liked him and wanted to take revenge on him...

The more angry he became, the less angry he became. In the end, Ling Yue managed to convince himself that not only was he not angry, but he was quite happy. Hitting and scolding was love, and sarcasm was the right direction for development. If it didn't hurt or itch, then it would be healthy. question.

Back at the hotel, Ling Yue did not go upstairs directly, but sat in the lobby seating area and waited. Qiao Aiwen stayed in the same hotel as him, she wouldn't just play all night and not come back, right?

Qiao Aiwen really didn't come back all night. Ling Yue waited from around ten o'clock in the night until almost twelve o'clock the next morning. Qiao Aiwen walked in from the outside wearing sunglasses. She didn't seem to see him. She was talking to others on her mobile phone. Send a voice: Brother Zheng, I'm here, don't worry about me, you go to work well... Come on, make money, and find me a sister-in-law soon. Before Qiao Aiwen could say the next words, she inadvertently looked up and saw the smooth elevator door opposite. , reflecting the tall figure coming from behind, who else could it be if it wasn’t Ling Yue?

Qiao Aiwen was startled and instinctively took back her phone. Seeing this, Ling Yue became even more angry. He opened his thin lips and said in a deep voice: Where did you stay last night?

The elevator door opened and the two of them walked in. Qiao Aiwen glanced at her eyes behind her sunglasses and ignored him.

When the elevator door closed, Ling Yue glanced at her and said, What do you want?

She could just tell him what she wanted, why bother torturing him like this?

Qiao Aiwen still didn't make a sound. Her phone rang. It was Zhou Zheng who replied to her voice. She listened close to her ear because it was very quiet in the elevator. Ling Yue next to her also vaguely heard: I didn't sleep well last night. In the afternoon Get some more sleep and I’ll pick you up for dinner tonight.”

Qiao Aiwen replied with one word: OK.

Ling Yue was so angry that he wished he could snatch Qiao Aiwen's phone and smash it into Zhou Zheng's face.

His handsome face turned completely gloomy, and with obvious anger, he asked aloud: Who is he?