we are not lovers GL

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At this time, the people inside and outside the car had two strongly contrasting moods. When Zheng Xijie experienced this beautiful encounter for the first time, she couldn't help but indulge in the love myth she made up.

Sometimes love is like a mood of placing a bet. At the beginning, I felt that I was sure of winning and invested a lot of emotion. Later, I felt very unwilling to lose, and I didn’t believe that I had no chance of turning over, so I kept going deep again and again. Sink.

Disappointment and hope are at the two ends of the scale. When the hope is smaller, the disappointment will be greater. Zheng Xijie has been actively looking for reasons for hope to achieve the result she desires for this unbalanced mood. Unfortunately, the evidence she found is only in Add weight to the disappointed end.

Seeing the scale of hope getting more and more empty and her heart feeling more and more powerless, when anxiety began to swallow up her shrinking confidence little by little, she was already on the verge of collapse.

Even if love is unsatisfactory, announcements and publicity must still be carried out. She cannot abandon thousands of fans who love her because of a woman who does not love her. The best way is to keep yourself busy non-stop. Only by putting yourself into work can you temporarily anesthetize your heartache.

The feeling of stepping into this mansion is still the same, the luxurious and ostentatious decoration like burning banknotes, the furniture that ordinary people can only afford after accumulating their annual salary, every place where the eyes touch can tell the staggering amount, Yuan Yifan even sat on the sofa Don't dare to use too much force, if someone accidentally scratches it, I'm afraid it will hurt my heart.

The value of some materials can remain unchanged forever, but a person's spirit cannot be maintained for a long time, but it has not been seen for a while. The statue of Queen Zheng, who has been prostrated by thousands of people under the pomegranate skirt, has experienced a serious illness, not only her figure has become thinner After a circle, the eyes that usually looked down on the world became empty, looking like a shell without a soul.

The more she looked at the woman in front of her, the more she looked like a pale sculpture, still beautiful but lifeless, this kind of Zheng Xijie made Yuan Yifan immediately feel something was wrong after the first contact.

"It's rare to see you so leisurely, haven't you been busy filming dramas and rushing to make announcements recently?"

A new drama is about to be staged, and the promotion is so strong that as soon as you turn on the news, you can almost see reports about her. It feels like a big star who is too busy to take a breath, but at this moment she is sitting at home in a casual suit.

"I asked the company for leave."

The deep and procrastinated voice is as lazy as a cat just waking up. Although this is her usual style, but with a woman's sixth sense and understanding of Zheng Xijie, Yuan Yifan thinks it is a sign of a person's decadence. .

"The company still asks you to ask for leave at such a time? Your company is more benevolent than I thought."

The company's cash cow can show that it earns a day, but it is actually allowed to stop work during this harvest period. The senior executive who accepted Zheng Xijie's leave application was either out of his head or purely for doing good deeds.

"Of course the company doesn't approve, but if I don't want to work, they have nothing to do with me."

After becoming famous, even the company can't control it anymore. When a little goblin that no one cares about becomes a god worshiped by thousands of people, the magic weapon that once subdued her is no longer able to suppress her.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Self-willed is self-willed, but no one will be troubled by money. Zheng Xijie, who has been chasing luxury all her life, will not want to strike for no reason. Yuan Yifan personally thinks that apart from illness, there should be no other reason for her to be lazy.

"It is indeed sick, and the heart is sick."

Having said that, Yuan Yifan can immediately and accurately calculate the reason without being a magician.

Zheng Xijie was walking on the dusty road she was walking with at the beginning. She used to think that sincerity is what makes gold turn stones. It was not until she met Enyan that she realized why God created Mengya. Seeing these two people work together It's such a match when they're together, every bump fits perfectly, you can't even see a seam, it's so right.

Yuan Yifan gave up quickly because of his self-knowledge, but for Queen Zheng, who has all kinds of pets, it is a matter of course to get it, and it is a blow to not get it. She would rather choose a serious illness if she had to accept the reality.

"With your status, it is not very difficult to find a second gold painter. When you look back at the forest behind you, it is lush and full of branches and leaves. Why are you obsessed with a small tree in front of you?"

Zheng Xijie's advice might not be easy to hear, but it is the fastest cure for heart disease. At least this method has been used on Yuan Yifan and it has produced very good results.

"What is the relationship between Enyan and Mengya? Are they true girlfriends or true lovers?"

Even though what she saw made her feel that more than half of the possibilities would be cruel facts, but she still hoped that the less than half of the possibilities would be the truth.

"Fake girlfriends, real lovers."

Yuan Yifan's style of not caring about others' feelings is like a knife without eyes, which cut another wound in Zheng Xijie's heart, but her directness is also for the good of her friends, sometimes a hard slap on the face will Wakes up an obsessed person more effectively than long lectures.

"Don't waste your time, don't waste your feelings, the gold painter can't see anyone except Mengya from our family, this is what Susu told me, believe me, give up that woman ."

Unable to express the results of Susu's observations in detail, Yuan Yifan believes that what Zheng Xijie can do is to withdraw from this love war.

"I will not give up. In terms of conditions, I am no worse than Meng Ya, it just depends on whether I am willing to persevere."

Yuan Yifan spoke so earnestly that even he began to feel a little impatient, but to this obsessed woman, these words seemed to be feeding rice soup to the lion, and not a drop of water got in.

"Although the spirit of persistence is worthy of praise, it is a mistake to insist on the wrong person or thing."

When love is blindfolded, the most terrible thing is not being blind, but believing that there will be spring when you wait, and naively thinking that fools will have happiness.

"You are not me, you will not understand my mood."

Not only do they not understand, but their ideas run counter to each other, and the more they talk about it, the farther their common consciousness will be. Yuan Yifan doesn't want to waste his energy in arguing.

Before leaving, Yuan Yifan glanced back at Zheng Xijie who was standing in front of the door, and suddenly felt a bit distressed by this stubborn figure, if he clenched his fist too tightly, he would be hurt by the nails embedded in his flesh, and sometimes it would be good for him to let go Tolerance, but when will Zheng Xijie realize this truth?

After that day, the thought of a certain child in the gallery seemed to have experienced rapid growth, from a coquettish girl to a mature woman overnight, and Mengya knew very well that this change in behavior was actually the embarrassment that had not subsided. A barrier was built between them, which caused a feeling of strangeness in the mind that suddenly couldn't see each other clearly.

There were not a few words of dialogue, and the topics that were forced out were as astringent and tasteless as plucked fruit. Unable to bear the restrained smell in the air, Meng Ya finished the conversation that was stiffened by the sticky atmosphere. , and then went straight into the classroom where Enyan often stayed.

The faint helplessness spreads to every part of the heart little by little like floating smoke. There is a feeling of being lost but never owned. Friendship is not like love, which has its own exclusive rights. It can be tolerant but caring. Limited, when the gradually degraded sense of taste can no longer taste the freshness of this friendship, I believe no one will blame anyone.

There was no one in the classroom, but Mengya knew that Enyan had just walked away, and felt that the temperature of the human body still remained in the room, and the fresh scent of perfume wafted in the thin air, and she could immediately recognize that it was the girl she was familiar with. aroma.

The painting book alone on the table is particularly conspicuous at the moment. Mengya realizes that this painting book is very important to Enyan. It is also here to prove that the owner will return soon.