Meng Weixi suffered half of his body injury and did not enter the private room again. He went to the garage by himself.

The driver was dozing in the car, and when he saw him like this, he was so scared that his face was gone. Meng Weixi held the door with one hand and signaled him to get out with the other. He sat in the driver's seat, but the driver dared not rest assured. Just as he was about to persuade him, the accelerator blew and Jaguar rushed out of the parking space.

As he drove onto the ground, the dark night was as thick as a curtain, and the taillights of the traffic flow flickered like pearls connected. Meng Weixi's car drove fiercely, and he ran wildly. His face was very calm and he could not find any signs of pain, but his movements were still out of balance. At the intersection of the red light, half of the body of the car was pressed down.

After a little sobering, Meng Weixi drove the car to the highway. After passing the roundabout, the Beijing-Hong Kong-Macao connection was connected. It happened that the weekend was too many cars and was blocked. Meng Weixi could not bear such torture. The steering wheel was horizontal and he stopped in his ear canal.

The headlights were all turned off, and he leaned against the back of the chair. The bloody mouth on his forehead conveyed a fine pain, and his left wrist was swollen. There was no idea where the blood stained on the leather chair was very terrifying.

Meng Weisi stared at the empty dark night, and occasionally mosquitoes flew by.

He closed his eyes and felt heartache into his body. His numb nerves woke up and his internal organs were hurt everywhere.

That year, Zhao Xiyin was at the Beijing Dance Academy. After graduation, he began to take over his family's business. Meng Weixi was young, but he was stable in his work. In addition, he was cheerful and had no friends he could not make.

Meng Weixi really likes Zhao Xiyin and takes her with her when she comes and goes. When she was young, she was always arrogant and had no serious worries with her friends. Later, after losing wine, her friend joked with Zhao Xiyin and asked her: "There are such good conditions, do you want to enter the entertainment industry to have a movie to enjoy?"

Meng Weixi almost turned against him after three disagreements.

My friends were all confused, "Not that, Xiao Zhao didn't say anything."

Meng Weisi hated a handsome face, "her man said no."

Zhao Xiyin's face turned red and pulled him out of the box, "What a man, don't talk nonsense."

Meng Weixi hugged her, a little arrogant and slutty, "That's it, I'm."

Zhao Xiyin was shaved by his stubble and hid with a smile, "Isn't it childish?"

There were all the kids who could not be beaten or scolded. They knew that his young master's temper was not concerned about it. They had to have a crazy meal when they went in. Zhao Xiyin pulled his sleeves and said with concern: "Hey, don't drink too much."

Meng Weixi agreed to do it well, but in the end he was drunk and unconscious. Fortunately, he tasted good wine and never got mad, but he felt uncomfortable in his stomach. Zhao Xiyin sent him back to the apartment, brewed hot tea, and bought liver-protecting medicine. Meng Weixi lay on the bed, wrapped in a quilt and messed up his hair, just watching his beloved girl busying her way under the soft lamp.

His eyes were hot, and such plain happiness seemed to be able to see the end of his life at a glance.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Xiyin thought he was uncomfortable, so she anxiously tested the temperature between his forehead with her hands on her back, "What's wrong with you? You don't have a fever, is it a stomachache? Hey, you just disobedient, I'll let you drink less."

Meng Weixi pilgrimally rested on her thighs, rubbing her high nose bridge against her skin. He said, "Yinyin, can we get married when you graduate?"

Zhao Xiyin was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, she didn't say anything.

Meng Weixi looked up and saw her smiling, with two very shallow dimples reflected on the corners of her mouth.

Zhao Xiyin reached out and swung his face to the left, "Don't look at me."

Meng Weixi turned back, her pair of peach blossom eyes raised, her love was deep inside, and she was handsome and charming. Zhao Xiyin simply covered his eyes and said, "Don't look at me."

At that moment, he remembered that there was so much happiness on her face.

Zhao Xiyin and Meng Weixi have been in love for more than a year, but never ask about the situation at home. They only know that they are better than ordinary boys, and have had conflicts about him being too generous. Meng Weixi gave her the first gift, which was a bracelet. Zhao Xiyin knew it was a luxury brand, but she couldn't tell the details. Later, Li Ran told her that this diamond bracelet was customized privately and could not be taken down without seven figures.

Zhao Xiyin returned the things, but Meng Weixi was unhappy and felt that she did not treat him as her boyfriend.

That was the first time the two of them had a dispute. It was not very intense, but it was particularly upset. Meng Weixi was a little arrogant and lost his composure. Zhao Xiyin finally stopped talking, her eyes lowered and tears flowed out as soon as she moved.

Meng Weixi was panicked and reached out to hug her. She hid, retreated far away, and her tears broke the thread. Meng Weixi was angry and upset, picked up the bracelet, pulled it off in a few strokes, and then threw it into the trash can, cursing him angrily: "The culprit!"

Zhao Xiyin didn't expect his actions, and she didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.

Meng Weixi hugged the person and kept admitting his mistake: "I won't buy things in the future, and you will be in charge of your money and cards. I'm wrong."

It was not until later that Zhao Xiyin learned about Meng Weixi's family, his mother, father, and the unfathomable interpersonal relationships throughout the capital. However, he did not know that Meng's mother had negotiated with Meng Weixi several times.

The content is unknown, but during that period, Meng Weixi's mood was extremely low.

Zhao Xiyin is a smart girl who sees through it, but never says it out. He was busy during that time and followed the vice president to the south on a business trip. He didn't see him for more than a month. Meng Weixi called her, like a fragile child. He said, "Yinyin, I miss you, tomorrow weekend, can you come to Shenzhen to see me?"

Zhao Xiyin said: "I have to rehearse these days, but I really can't leave."

That day, Meng Weixi drank alcohol during social events and was prone to losing control when he was in a strong mood. "Can't you ask for leave?"

Zhao Xiyin hesitated for a long time and whispered: "It's not convenient, so many people can't wait for me."

Meng Weixi's young master's temper was suddenly ignited by alcohol, "Don't you miss me? I miss you every day and I'm going to die. If I have half a day, I will go back to Beijing immediately. Is dancing so important? Am I important or dance important? Can't you think about it for me?!"

At the end, he became anxious. Perhaps it was alcohol that caused him to be in trouble, and the grievances that had been accumulated for a long time could no longer be restrained.

Zhao Xiyin didn't come in the end.

Meng Weixi was angry with her, and the cold war between the two never stopped until he returned to Beijing.

Meng Weixi was so proud of the past. He was so proud that he was suffocating to the end for face, even though he was late at night, his heart was as anxious as a knife.

The child advised: "You don't do it. Xiao Zhao is not the kind of nonsense girl. When she really doesn't want you, don't regret it."

Meng Weixi couldn't help but yelled, "Who doesn't want anyone else? What are you talking nonsense?" Then he stroked his fingers between his hair, frustrated and depressed, "My mother is too stubborn. In addition to dealing with the old world of the group, I also have to fight wits and courage with her. She doesn't agree with my girlfriend, and I will waste my life with her, so I won't waste the day when she agrees to Yinyin."

My childhood friend understood very much, and I was tired and I was under the pressure.

He was reluctant to say something harshly. Everyone understood how deeply Meng Wei loved Zhao Xiyin.

Zhao Xiyin didn't mean it either. She was really busy with a Qing dance competition and rehearsal training day and night. After returning from Qingdao for a week, she took the initiative to ask for peace and dial the phone. Meng Weixi answered the call almost in one second, but her attitude was stinky and hard.

Zhao Xiyin coaxed him: "Young Master, are you relieved?"

Meng Weixi took Qiao and said coldly: "It's been six days since you returned to Beijing, but you remembered me. Do you still care?"

Before Xiyin could answer, he interrupted, "I don't care anymore, let's do it."

The phone was not as comfortable as I imagined. Meng Weixi was so reluctant to let go, but he still said it sharply and coldly. He regretted it almost instantly, but for face, he refused to let go of his figure. He thought to himself, tomorrow.

I will buy the best roses to pick her up tomorrow.

In the evening, he went to Qiangui party with his friends. Several classmates from abroad came back, having fun and having fun. The music was too loud and the lights were brilliant and intoxicating. Meng Weixi played with people, and the atmosphere was irritable and intense.

His cell phone kept ringing, keep ringing.

A friend reminded him, "Yixi, you call."

Meng Weisi glanced at the screen, and the words "wife" were warm and dazzling.

He was still worried about being angry, and so many people were watching and waiting, he choked the phone.

They laughed at him, "Okay, okay, such a good Xiao Zhao, don't let the girl feel so heartbroken."

Meng Weixi came from the social event. This was his second round of drinking. He was already drunk and was upset and felt verbally nagging. "Don't talk too much about our couple's affairs."

Arrogant, so arrogant.

Zhao Xiyin's phone number was repeated over and over again, and finally stopped ringing.

This night there was a rare heavy rain in Beijing, and the water overflowed the upper on Tianshuiyuan Street. Zhao Xiyin held up her cell phone and looked around, crying so hard that the rain was full of tears. Ten minutes ago, the hospital called and said that her grandma had a cardiac arrest once, and she was not very good.

Zhao Xiyin couldn't get a car, and her last bit of entrusting was also wasted. She was sad and hopeless, and ran wildly in the heavy rain. She didn't know how long she ran until a large black car shook her with the lights.

Zhou Qishen leaned over and stopped horizontally and quickly got out of the driver's seat. He took an umbrella from the back seat and supported Zhao Xiyin's head, looking surprised, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiyin couldn't stop crying and subconsciously grabbed Zhou Qishen's hand, tightly as if it was a life-saving straw.

Zhou Qishen took her to the hospital, galloping on the rainy day, regardless of danger.

But, I still couldn't meet my grandma for the last time.

The family members in the ward cried loudly. Zhao Xiyin stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, her body was wet and dripping. Her expression was numb and empty, and suddenly a camel-colored cashmere scarf appeared on her shoulders.

Zhou Qishen's voice was heavy and warm, and he said, "If you do this, grandma is not at ease."

Zhao Xiyin's eyes were filled with tears. When she looked at him, she burst into tears.

Meng Weixi learned the news of her grandmother's death the next day, and regretted it and slapped her a few times.

The Zhao family's funeral was held simply and quietly. Zhao Xiyin has been reluctant to see him these days. Meng Weixi appeared at the funeral, her clothes were wrinkled and her chin appeared. His eyes were covered with red blood, and he almost burst into tears.

Zhao Xiyin mentioned breaking up with him. These two words were an ending that Meng Weixi had never imagined.

He was shocked and afraid, first admitting his mistakes, then asking for trouble, and finally he was furious and speechless.

The two had a big fight that day, and Meng Weixi was so angry that she flew to Australia that day, called work, but in fact she was relaxed. He thought at that time, and said, "As cold as you are, you will be quiet, and they will have a deep relationship, so there is no hurdle that you can't overcome."

The end of the story is the night before Zhao Xiyin got married.

Meng Weixi rushed to the door, and the relatives and friends of the Zhao family were afraid of something, so they simply stopped at the door, like a wall of iron. Meng Weixi rushed in as if he was desperate. Her clothes were messy, her hair collapsed, and she lost one of her shoes. She was so embarrassed that she could not have the shadow of a pride in heaven.

He called Zhao Xiyin's name over and over again.

This situation is so scary. If there is any good or bad, it will be impossible to stop it.

The Zhao family called Zhou Qishen. When Zhou Qishen reached this point, Meng Weixi stepped forward and punched her. But others were too weak and could not use any force. Meng Weixi cursed: "Insidious, the surname Zhou, you are a fucking despicable villain!"

Zhou Qishen was wearing a white shirt, which made his face look like quiet moonlight.

He asked in a plain voice: "Will you come for a wedding banquet tomorrow?"

The soldiers are not bloody, and Meng Wei is completely crushed and ashes with just one sentence.

Meng Wei was as stupid as a wooden stake, and staggered away as if he had lost his soul.

On the 26th and 28th of the lunar calendar, Zhou Qishen’s wedding was held.

Meng Weixi took a flight to Los Angeles. At that time, he thought that he would not return to Beijing in his life.

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The phone was placed on the dashboard, and the screen lit up several times. The phone number at home was called to him over and over again.

Meng Weixi sat in the car, answered the phone, and said in a hoarse voice: "Just go back."

Get off the highway and the car drove to the city. The city lights and shadows were as bright as jade. Meng Weixi slid down the window and passed by the wind. When the lights were red, he stopped inside, and half of his arms were numb. Meng Weixi knew it in his heart, so he would not hurt his muscles and bones. He turned to look out the window, and the corners of his mouth trembled violently.

On the other side of the road, at the gate of Beijing Dance Academy, there were occasionally three or five students entering and leaving together.

Meng Weixi's eyes were nailed there and did not move until the vehicle behind him urged him.

He turned his head and covered his eyes with his back, as if the wind was blowing into the gravel, and accidentally wet his eyes.
Chapter completed!