Life With You

What puzzled Ling Yuete was that he always felt that Qiao Aiwen was fine to do, as if she was always around him 24 hours a day, but now he wanted to find a chance to be alone with her. Why do women hold hands even to go to the bathroom?

And how did he see the boys around Qiao Aiwen displeased him, especially when they said something quietly together, and then laughed loudly, Ling Yue felt like a marginal person, although sitting together, but Can't blend in at all.

But even so, he still lives and die. He knows that Qiao Aiwen is still angry, and just wants to deliberately **** him off, thinking beautifully, why is he coming to the United States this time?

There was no concentration at this point, and Bai lived six or seven years longer than her.

In the evening, a group of people went to the nightclub. The heavy metal music was deafening. The young men and women who were crazy in the pool, Qiao Aiwen asked for a big card and ordered a lot of drinks and snacks. The whole process was light and easy. I'm not afraid that she is drunk. It's better to get drunk. He carried it back. He just thought of her past inexplicably. Was she so crazy when he couldn't watch people?

This is how you like someone. Not only do you have to dominate her now and in the future, but Xiao also thinks that she can do what he wants.

She used to pester him all day, and he didn't notice anything, but since she got angry and left, this feeling was like bottoming out, eroding his day and night, sleepless, scratching his heart and lungs. Ling Yue understands that cheap, people are servile, don't give two sweet dates, slap twice and give them two sweet dates, Baiertian.

I took the blame for myself. Ling Yue sat on the edge of the sofa, keeping a distance from the unfamiliar girls, keeping his eyes on Qiao Aiwen. Even if she lived abroad for so many years, she was born with a night city girl. Sa, drank dice with a group of foreigners, the foreign wine froze her to drink like white.

In fact, Qiao Aiwen was very sad. The wine fell through her intestines. Who knew that every time she smiled, her heart was crying. After chasing it, what would happen to it? The fire in her heart did not spread, and the wound in her heart did not heal. She saw Ling Yue and remembered that he asked her over the phone that day: Are you a gang?

Damn, a slap is the underworld, you really have never seen the black and the society!

Thinking about it, Qiao Aiwen lifted a tube of wine, did not swallow, and went straight into her throat.

Ling Yue frowned, thinking in his heart that when she was drunk and carried her back, he would still feel distressed. Wouldn't the girl hurt her body if she drinks like this?

He wanted to talk, but the eardrums of the noisy people in the nightclub hurt. He was separated by seven people from Qiao Aiwen. These seven people were like a bridge. He was on this end and she was on the other. He could see but couldn't touch it.

Ling Yue had a real sense of what it was like watching and pricking his heart. Every minute and every second was suffering. After all, most of the group of people got up to get off the dance floor. He also prepared to move to Qiao Aiwen's side. However, Qiao Aiwen took out the phone, and the screen was on. After looking at it for two seconds, she ran out with the phone in a particularly anxious manner.

Ling Yue got up immediately and followed all the way out.

Qiao Aiwen walked outside the nightclub, opened the connection button, and called out in Chinese: "Brother Zheng."

Standing not far behind her, Ling Yue heard her say: "I was playing in a nightclub. It was too noisy just now. I came out to pick it up... No wonder you know that I am here. It turns out that the circle of friends exposed my goal. ."

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

Qiao Aiwen said goodbye, hung up the phone, and two young foreign men walked over to Qiao Aiwen. Ling Yue walked over immediately, with a few big words on his cold face. No one enters.

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

Upon hearing this, the two foreign men shrugged and said that they didn't know and didn't want to cause trouble, and turned and left.

Ling Yue turned his head to talk to her, Qiao Aiwen stepped forward immediately, and was caught by him. He waited for this moment all day, and could not easily let her leave.

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

Ling Yue calmly said: "You give me time to explain..."

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

Ling Yue's eyes widened, but couldn't stop it. 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 walked back together, and one of them, wearing a hat, grabbed Qiao Aiwen's arm, muttering words like letting go.

Qiao Aiwen was accustomed to Ling Yue's cold look. When she was happy, she was as warm as a cold jade. Who would have thought that he held his face, waved a man's hand, and pulled her directly to her side. The lord consciousness was clear. .

There were two opponents, Ling Yue alone, so the man who was waved away was only irritable and did not retreat at all. Qiao Aiwen didn't want them to beat Ling Yue, even if they didn't want to fight, she was about to speak, only listening. A familiar voice came from behind: "Xiao Wen."

It’s common to speak English abroad. Unconsciously, a word of Mandarin came out. Two foreigners subconsciously heard about the reputation. They even turned their heads with Ling Yue, only to see a Rolls-Royce parked on the side of the road. The driver hadn’t waited. The car door, the person in the back seat has already pushed the door down.

He is a mature man in a silver-gray suit. He is just over 1.8 meters tall. The well-tailored clothes outline symmetrical and tight lines. He does not look as handsome as Ling Yue, but he has thick eyebrows and a high nose, and he wears silver-rimmed glasses. , Sheng is particularly outstanding in temperament, even if he is not coming out of a luxury car, others will definitely guess that he is either an elite or a rich child.

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

When the two foreigners saw that they knew each other, the eyes immediately showed hesitation. In fact, it’s easier to watch people order dishes abroad. Seeing someone coming out of the Rolls-Royce, you know you can’t afford it, and I won’t do it for Qiao Aiwen now. When he was in his early days, walked aside and watched the excitement from a distance.

Zhou Zheng walked in front of Qiao Aiwen, his eyes fell on Ling Yue's grasping hand, and asked aloud: "What's the matter?"

Qiao Aiwen stole a force, Ling Yue felt that, subconsciously let go.

She said to Zhou Zheng: "It's nothing, I drank too much and quarreled."

Zhou Zheng looked sideways in the direction of the two foreigners and asked, "Should I call the police?"

"No, don't blame them, I'm troubled."

Qiao Aiwen smiled heartlessly, Zhou Zheng raised the corners of her lips when she heard the words, and touched her head, "You, when can you save some heart?"

Ling Yue's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes became uncontrollably sharp. The most important thing was that Qiao Aiwen didn't avoid it...what's the relationship between them?