Life With You

The elevator opened on the 62nd floor, and Qiao Aiwen stepped forward. Ling Yue reached out and held her arm to prevent her from leaving.

Qiao Aiwen took a breath and turned her head slowly. She was about to get angry, but when she spoke, she was very sensible. She said, Who has anything to do with you? What is your relationship with me?

After that, without waiting for Ling Yue to respond, Qiao Aiwen said again: I let you stay with me for two days to give my sister-in-law face. If you are willing to stay in the United States, I will provide food, accommodation and entertainment. If you are not willing, you can sit down at any time. Fly back, don't delay your work, it's not worth spending time with someone like me.

Qiao Aiwen's words cut out her heart, and Ling Yue's heart was like a knife. He stared at her without blinking and opened his thin lips: Do you have to talk like this?

Qiao Aiwen thought, what else? When he scolded her as a gangster through the phone, why didn't he think about how he spoke?

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Qiao Aiwen was the first to say: Let go, I didn't sleep well last night and I don't have the energy to argue with you.

She told the truth, but Ling Yue suddenly lit up a firecracker and exploded immediately. Not only did he not let go, but he tightened his grip. He frowned and said in a deep voice: Who were you with last night?

A few of Qiao Aiwen's friends had a fight in a nightclub last night. Both parties drank too much and the fight was quite serious. They were taken to the police station. She went to apply for bail and then went to the hospital for stitches. She was busy with all kinds of shit. By noon... But looking at Ling Yue's eyes, it seemed that she had done something she shouldn't have done with someone.

The eyes behind the sunglasses suddenly turned cold. Qiao Aiwen could have explained, but she said angrily: Ling Yue, I think you are so ridiculous. Who are you to me? Why do you care who I am with?

Ling Yue's mind buzzed, and he was about to say, I am your boyfriend. But as he spoke, he suddenly thought that he had not established a relationship with her for so long.

His speechlessness was a double-edged sword, which also hurt Qiao Aiwen. Her eyes were red and she sneered: You can't even tell it yourself, who are we? Friends? Friends of friends? Or am I just a bad person for you? The clingy guy you got rid of?”

After the words fell, she just pulled her arm out of his palm, gritted her teeth and said, It's boring!

It's really boring. In the past, I was not afraid of a moth flying into a flame. I had never tasted the feeling of being slapped in the face. Now that I have tasted it, I know that what the old man said is the truth. There is a veil between women and men. But this Layer Veil is just smoke and mirrors. Until now, she and Ling Yue don't even have a decent relationship. What makes Qiao Aiwen sad now is not just Bai Qian's interference, nor Ling Yue's accidental collision. But there are too many things piled up together, which suddenly makes people feel... very tired.

Lovers can quarrel because of other people's interference, but what about them? Upon closer inspection, there is not even a conceivable reason.

After Qiao Aiwen finished speaking, she turned around and left. Ling Yue's voice suddenly came from behind her: I have never wavered. My heart has always been on your side. I have no complaints about Bai Qian and will never miss her again. My contact with her was out of my duty as a doctor, and I have a clear conscience.

Qiao Aiwen stopped, turned around slowly, opened her lips, and said in a calm voice: You have a clear conscience. You have always been worthy of your heart. You just never thought about whether I would be happy, sad, or sad. Don’t worry too much.”

He may have never included her in the scope of caring about her.

When the incident first broke out, Qiao Aiwen came to the United States in a rage. She thought she was angry because Ling Yue spoke for Bai Qian and complained about her. Later, she thought she was angry because he had not given her an identity for so long. , and later, when she was tossing and turning every night, Qiao Aiwen suddenly realized, oh, it turns out that she just ran out of strength and was very disappointed. She was the one who was trying to move forward all this time. He used to hide, but then stood where he was. She is unattainable and looks like she can do without her. Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, she just shaves her head and picks her hair, but now she suddenly understands that love is about mutual pleasure, not wishful thinking.

Ling Yue is not a person who expresses well, and is more accustomed to thinking in his heart. He has spent a lot of effort in saying those words just now. Now that he heard Qiao Aiwen say this, he retorted in his heart, no, no, he cares about her feelings.

But before she could say anything, Qiao Aiwen sighed feebly and said: Forget it, I didn't say this firstly to quarrel with you, and secondly not to make you feel guilty, and I didn't want to make you change, I just figured it out for myself. ”

Ling Yue's heart sank. There was an abyss below. He didn't have time to get his heart back. He just stared at her and asked, What have you figured out?

The circles under Qiao Aiwen's sunglasses were red, and she raised her eyes in one breath, holding back her tears, and replied aloud: I won't chase you anymore, you are free. My mother always said in the past that it is better to find someone who likes you than to chase others. , I didn’t believe it, but now I believe it.”

The heart that had sunk to the bottom was still struggling to send out heart-breaking signals. Ling Yue felt like it was stuck in his throat, and it was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. Before his love could be expressed, Qiao Aiwen had already given up.

You can guess without looking that both of them look very ugly. They both stayed up all night and their complexions are not very white.

He looked at her for a few seconds, then opened his thin lips and said, Who is the one who likes you? The guy last night?

Ling Yue's jealousy was so obvious that Qiao Aiwen couldn't ignore it, but her heart ached so much that she couldn't be happy. She said numbly: He has a name, Zhou Zheng.

Ling Yue was so jealous that he didn't know how to express his love, but he opened his mouth to stab someone: Do you really like men who are much older than you?

Qiao Aiwen was originally heartbroken, but she didn't expect that Ling Yue suddenly dropped a bomb. Her pupils shrank instantly, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears. She wanted to fight back, but her lips trembled and no words came out.

Ling Yue couldn't see the expression in her eyes. He could only look at her intently through a pair of reflective sunglasses. There was no hurt expression on his face, and his disguise of indifference was almost perfect.

Qiao Aiwen clenched her fists, and it took a long time to find her voice: Go back to your night city, and don't let me see you again.

Ling Yue saw with his own eyes that she was trembling slightly, uncontrollably, her expression changed, and she whispered: Xiaowen...

He stepped forward, and Qiao Aiwen suddenly dodged back. At the same time, she gritted her teeth and said fiercely: I like Zhou Zheng, and I like older people. I was just chasing you for fun for a while. Oh, now that Zhou Zheng is here, who do you think you are?

Ling Yue's footsteps stopped suddenly, and his whole figure seemed to be frozen in place.

Qiao Aiwen couldn't control her trembling, so just tremble, no matter what it was, whether it was sad or embarrassing, or whether she wanted to live or die, after today's experience, no one had any contact with each other.

Ling Yue, I just want to tell you that I am young and beautiful, and I can get whatever I want. I don't have to rely on you. You are here with me... and you are not as irreplaceable as I thought.

After saying that, Qiao Aiwen pretended to be free and easy and turned back to the room. Ling Yue's room was directly opposite her. Ten minutes later, she heard the door of the next door being opened. After a while, there was a dull sound of a suitcase being dragged on the ground. She He leaned against the door and covered his mouth with his hand, tears instantly blurring his vision.

he's gone.