A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Ji Yi could only tolerate the uncomfortableness in his body. He pulled the chair beside Tanghua painting lightly and sat down.

The squad leader saw that the man was full and immediately called the waiter to order.

Because there are too many people dining tonight, not only the serving is slow, but even the cutlery is delivered late.

Behind Ji Yi, just facing the door of the big box, all the cutlery was placed beside her. When she and Tang Huahua helped divide the cutlery, she accidentally looked up and saw sitting in front of her. He Jichen.

The man was sitting by the window, his chair facing the dining table, a cigarette in his mouth, staring out of the window.

He seemed to be in a bad mood, and his face looked very low, but even so, he could not conceal his arrogance.

When he lifted the lighter and lit the smoke, the beating flames illuminate his face, bringing his already perfect facial features, setting off more and more amazing.

After the smoke ignited, he pinched the smoke from his lips, sandwiched it between his fingers, and stopped smoking.

There are so many problems with this person. Why don't you smoke a cigarette if you don't smoke?

After Ji Yi silently vomited, she realized that she seemed to be too much in charge of He Jichen's business, so she took back her eyes and rejoined everyone's chat.

The whole room was full of conversation, except for He Jichen, who never spoke a word from beginning to end.

Waiting for the waiter to finish the meal, the squad leader cooked the beef, and the man sitting next to He Jichen just shouted, "Brother Chen, have dinner."

He Jichen, like a statue, turned his head slightly, and still didn't say anything.

However, after a while, he smothered half of the smoke from his fingertips.

He didn't hurry to turn the chair over for dinner, but pinched his cigarette butts and casually and casually rushed across the window.

After the Spring Festival in Beijing, the temperature is still very low. Once the indoor hot pot is cooked, the temperature rises, causing a layer of water vapor to form on the windows.

The cigarette butts of He Jichen's fingertips, the traces that had slipped on the window, there will be a short stay because the water vapor has dispersed.

At first, Ji Yi didn’t pay attention to what He Jichen portrayed on the window. When she got up and grabbed the beef **** in the hot pot, she saw his cigarette **** and wrote a word “I” on the window. She was purely curious. After sitting down , Just looked at his slender fingertips.

His words were written very slowly, one stroke at a time, and he was very careful. When the second "love" was finished, the first word had been covered up by the new water vapor.

Ji Yi thought, He Jichen, this is to write "I love you"?

Before her thoughts were completely settled, the third word of He Jichen jumped into the eye, it was a word of "".

Every time he writes, the words in front of him will be covered by water vapor.

When he finished writing a sentence, there was only one character left on the window.

It was not what she thought, what was he going to write?

Ji Yi stopped eating and stared at He Jichen's cigarette butts without blinking.

Every time he writes, the words in front of him will be covered by water vapor.

When he finished writing a sentence, there was only one character left on the window.

But he has been staring at Ji Yi of He Jichen for a long time, but he can completely commemorate his sentence in his heart: "The person I love is not my lover."

What a sad word...

Subconsciously, Ji Yi turned his gaze to He Jichen.

He turned his back to the whole room, still staring out the window.