Chapter 2682

Suddenly, a hand rested on her wrist and stopped her movement. She turned her head and looked at Cheng Qian. He came over drunk and put his head on her shoulder. There was a smell of wine all over her. She couldn't help wringing her eyebrows, even if the taste of her body was the same as that of him.

"Cher, can you think about me?" Cheng Qian half opened his eyes, stared at her face and said, "I, I've been waiting for you so long, why can't you look back at me?"

One sentence attracted everyone's attention. Their triangular face has been maintained for a long time. Although everyone's heart is like a mirror, it's still the partition window paper. Who hasn't pierced it.

Mibing'er, who was shrinking in the corner, looked at the movement here, and his eyes dimmed instantly. He squeezed the cup in his hand, pursed his lips and couldn't say a word.

Cheng Qian's favorite person is his sister, which she has known for a long time, but his sister and ye Changqing are the people who really love each other. They also know that, just like Cheng Qian said, why can't they look back at the people around them?

Michelle was stunned and subconsciously looked at the men around her. She didn't know what to say. They are colleagues and friends. It's good to know some things. Speaking out will affect their relationship. Just like she and ye Changqing, she didn't say the first sentence until tonight.

The wine cup in Ye Changqing's hand was heavily placed on the table, stretched out his hand and pushed the man leaning on her away. With a cold face, he said faintly, "you're drunk."

Cheng Qian leaned on the sofa, grinned and said, "I'm not drunk, you're drunk. I'm very tired and don't want to continue the triangular relationship with you. I just want to ask, Xueer, why can't you look back at me? What's the difference between me and him?"

"You're drunk." Michelle faintly read Ye Changqing's words, "can this kind of thing be compared? What's worse? I also want to know what's worse. You are all the same people. You like me and want to be with me. Why doesn't he want to?"

Ye Changqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, did not answer, and poured it down fiercely.

Yu Guang glimpsed his movements, and Michelle looked gloomy and didn't speak again.

Several people sat for a while before checking out.

Out of the bar, Roy called and asked someone to take Ji Ziming back. Then he waved to them, "I want to walk alone. Go back first."

"But are you safe alone?" Mibing'er said anxiously that everyone else had drunk a lot except her. It was the one who should have brought Ji Ziming back together when he just asked someone to take him back.

Obviously, Roy also thought of this problem. He wandered under his feet and smiled, "I was a little nervous and forgot when I was drunk for the first time. Don't worry. I'll call them later and ask them to pick me up."

Mi bing'er holds Cheng Qian and looks at the other two staggering people around him. Why do they suddenly feel so dangerous? What will they meet if they don't keep up on the road.

"Forget it, let's go together? Maybe we can take care of it, or we'll wait until the bodyguard comes and go back together?" She said anxiously that they should have been stuffed into the car just now. It's really frightening for these people to surround each other.

Drunk, they had no opinion. The party walked back slowly. Roy walked alone in the front and glanced back at the eyes. Later, the people in pairs hissed coldly, "well, whether at home or abroad, I'm a single dog. I wish you happiness!"

It's true. They are all loved people and find such excuses to talk about broken things. Their wine money can be saved and finally wasted.

Several people looked different. Ye Changqing and Michelle walked together one after another. No one spoke, but they unconsciously wanted to put their eyes on each other. Some words seemed to want to say, but they didn't seem to be able to say.

After two intersections, Michelle suddenly stopped and stood staring at the ground instead of moving forward.

After walking for a while, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. Ye Changqing turned and looked at her, "what's the matter?"

"I'm tired." She said faintly.

Ye Changqing gave a sound and turned her head to go on.

Michelle looked up at his back and raised her voice, "I said I'm tired!"

The man in front stopped and looked at her again. "So?"

"Can't you wait for me?" She cried out, biting her lips and eyes suddenly turned red. "It's always like this. Twist your head and walk forward. What can you think of me behind you? I try to keep up with you, but I'll be tired. What can I do if I stop once in a while? Can I die?"

Can you die? He won't die, but he doesn't know how to face it and can deal with any problems with ordinary colleagues, but she alone doesn't know what kind of attitude to face her. She is always worried that she will be hurt by excessive force, but she will be hurt in the end.

Ye Changqing sighed lightly, turned back and walked to her, "can you stop crying? People thought I bullied you in the middle of the night, and they couldn't understand Chinese. Even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I couldn't wash it."

"There is no yellow river here. What if there is? You can't wash it clearly." Michelle gasped, biting her lips and staring at him.

"Well, it's all my fault. Will you stop crying?" He raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on her face. The wet fingernails made his heart hurt, and unconsciously softened his voice, "good ~"

Hearing this sentence, she cried even more fiercely. Her tears kept falling down like broken thread beads. She stretched out her small fist, beat him on the chest, and said with a cry: "why don't you like me! Why don't you want to be with me! Why don't you coax me! Ye Changqing, do you know how long I've been waiting!"

"Sorry." Ye Changqing lowered her head to apologize, twisted her eyebrows, and felt unbearably distressed. She stretched out her hand to hold her in her arms, hugged her tightly, and coaxed her loudly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, okay? Don't be angry, don't cry, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow."

Michelle hugged her tightly, buried her small face in his chest, wet his clothes with tears, and cried stiffly, as if to vent all her grievances during this period of time.

The person walking in the front turned back to hear the movement and looked back at them.

Roy leaned against the post, his hands around his chest, expressionless, no waves in his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Mibing'er subconsciously looks at Cheng Qian, who is obviously drunk. He opens his eyes and looks around in confusion. He doesn't know what happened.

After waiting for a while, she didn't see them separate. Roy took out her mobile phone and looked at the time. Then she stuffed it into her pocket and stood quietly with her hands in her pockets.