There were laughter in the room.

Outside the door, Zhimian stood there, and the bright light fell into his eyes, reflecting broken and flickering lights.

A fun cat.

She came to him in the rain with such heavy luggage, and endured the sadness and disappointment to have dinner with him.

But I heard his condescending comment in front of my friends.

She was obviously a person with emotion and soul, but she seemed to be an item, and he used it as a joke.

She suddenly remembered what Panfen said to her-

Followed a rich man.

Ironically, in the eyes of this so-called rich man, she is just a cat, letting him play with or become a topic of conversation for joking with others.

Zhimian felt like he was here now, like a joke.

At this time, a waiter holding a fruit plate came to her, nodded and asked, and then walked into the room. The person inside turned his head when he heard the sound and happened to see the girl standing at the door.

Zhang Ansheng thought Zhimian had just arrived, so he greeted him warmly: "Little sister, come in--"

Duan Zhuo put down his wine glass and looked at her side.

Zhimian met his smiley eyes, and his eyes were deeply stinging.

What else did she go in?

Continue to swallow your anger and let them be despised?

Zhimian's pursed lips slightly opened and spit out a few cold words:

"No, I'm going back."

The next moment, she turned around and left regardless of the slightest gazes of the few people present.

She walked through the corridor outside the courtyard and walked a few steps. A cold male voice came from behind: "Zhimian."

She didn't look back and her pace didn't stop.

The footsteps behind him approached faster until Duan Zhuo grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms, almost staggering.

The man's eyebrows were frowning and his eyes were cold:

"What are you making a fuss? Let's go?"

Through his coat, Zhimian could still feel his strength and anger.

When he started anger, he always made people afraid.

Zhimian heard this, and his emotions also surged up.

Why did he question her with confidence?

She suppressed all emotions, tightened the corners of her lips, and looked up at him: "I don't want to stay there, can't I?"

"Why don't you think about it?"

"Just just keep playing table tennis with them. I want to be in charge of you when I go home?"

The two have known each other for so many years, and this is the first time Zhimian has spoken so hard.

It also looks like he gets angry.

A cold wind blew across the courtyard, causing the atmosphere between the two to plummet again.

When the man heard this, he pulled up the corner of his mouth and said in a gloomy tone: "I'm going to care about you?"

Feeling him getting harder and harder, she frowned in pain: "Let me go..."

Duan Zhuo let go of his hand and sneered. The young master also got angry, "Whatever you want, does it have anything to do with me?"

A strong sense of self-esteem surged in my heart.

Zhimian heard this and turned around and left.

The man looked at her back and his face turned completely dark-

Zhimian took his luggage and walked out of the club, the cool breeze at night swept over, which was even colder than when he came.

The sky is dark and the wind and storm are about to come.

After the taxi called, Zhimian got into the car, sat in the back seat, opened half a window, and the wind blew in her face sorely.

She recalled Duan Zhuo's attitude towards her just now, and a teardrop finally couldn't help but roll from the corner of her eyes.

As he said.

What is the difference between treating her and treating a cat?

When he is happy, he is extremely gentle and pampered with her, which makes her sink into this relationship and cannot give up; but when he is displeased, he can show no mercy and ignore her mood at all.

He can withdraw at any time.

Only she foolishly gave her all, gave herself hope again and again, suffered by herself, and ended up being covered in bruises.

Half an hour later, the car drove into Xingjiaozhou. When he drove beside the Green Sand Bay, Zhimian looked at the villa area that was more expensive around him and suddenly felt particularly unfamiliar.

She didn't belong here at all.

All the life she has was given by Duan Zhuo.

In the past, I used to be my sister, but now I am used to be my girlfriend and I have obtained it for free.

Like a dream, short and easy to break.

When she got home, she walked into the house and remembered the first time he brought her here. He leaned on the sofa and hugged her and said, "They will live here in the future."

At that time, she thought it was forever.

Zhimian walked upstairs, sat on the bay window, and looked at the darkness outside the window, and the memories in his mind rolled in.

That year, Duan Zhuo was taken home, and he forced himself into her life, as dazzling and hot as light.

Falling in love with him becomes irresistible.

But she felt in her bones that she was never worthy of him.

She dared not expect more.

She buried her secret love for him in her heart, either sour or sweet, strong or profound, only she could feel it.

She originally wanted to always secretly love him like this, but in her second year of high school, she saw a girl appearing beside Duan Zhuo. The two of them had an affair. The girl was very beautiful and was very compatible when she stood beside Duan Zhuo.

Zhimian has been sad for a long time alone.

Only then did she realize that behind her likes is actually selfishness and possession.

She couldn't be indifferent and watched him with others.

So on her 18th birthday, she bet on all her self-esteem and mustered up the courage to confess to him.

That day, she won the bet.

He agreed.

She became his girlfriend, but she felt that everything was so unreal when she stepped on the clouds.

She always felt that he didn't like her so much. Since then, she has tried hard to become better, giving him all the love, wanting him to like her, just as she likes him.

She was like a child, holding this stubborn and longing expectation, and moving forward bravely with enthusiasm.

But when she grew up, she found that she could not succeed.

What happened over the past period of time has been constantly telling her that he doesn't care so much about her.

This relationship lasted for four years because she was working hard and working hard, but she couldn't get the desired result.

But as for him, he never said he liked her, and even she didn't understand why he agreed to her confession.

She is really tired now.

She didn't want to chase him anymore.

There was a "boom" outside the window, and the heavy rain fell again. Zhimian leaned against the glass window washed by the rain, hugged his knees, buried his face, and choked and sobbed-

On the other side, in the billiards room.

The whiskey shakes slightly in the cup, refracting the colorful brilliance.

Duan Zhuo sat on the sofa, rubbing the glass in his hand, his pupils were pitch black and more gloomy than the ink color.

Lin Guo sat down next to him, "Why are you having a conflict with your little sister? Aren't you doing well when you were having a meal?"

Duan Zhuo didn't say anything, remembering Zhimian's refusal to leave, his face was gloomy.

Zhao Hangqian also walked up to the two of them, patted Duan Zhuo on the shoulder, and comforted him: "It's okay, the little girl is getting angry, just coax her when she goes back."

Lin Guoxiao: "Yes, your man is so well-behaved, he must be very easy to coax. Could it be that he is really angry with you? Don't think too much about it."

Zhang Ansheng walked over with the club and shouted, "Brother Zhuo, let's continue. I won't talk about beauty tonight, just brothers."

Duan Zhuo raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, silent for a moment, stood up, took the club-
To be continued...