Chapter 1168

In Zhuang Zhou's memory, Jiu Jiu is such a gentle person. Why is she so angry now.

Zhuang Zhou suddenly felt that in fact, Jiujiu's temper was not very good. It was because he liked him that he became gentle.

Now, Jiujiu doesn't like him, and her temper naturally returns to her former appearance.

At the thought that Jiujiu didn't like him, Zhuang Zhou's heart was particularly bitter.

Now it's useless to eat Coptis chinensis and lemon. It's like being stabbed by a knife. It's full of holes.

Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou's haggard face because of sadness, at the dark circles of his eyes because he didn't sleep all night, and his red eyes almost like vampires, and suddenly smiled.

The nine nine make-up styles are not as sweet as before, but on the contrary, they are charming, with long and thin Eyeliner stretched at the end of their eyes. When they smile, the corners of their eyes are slightly picked up, with rosy red eye shadow, which looks like the peach blossom petals, and looks like the enchanting spirit from the deep mountains.

Zhuang Zhou absorbed the smile on Jiu Jiu's face like a dry sponge, and his eyes looked at Jiu Jiu directly.

At this time, Zhuang Zhou found that when Jiujiu laughed, there would be two small pear vortices at the corners of his mouth, which were not as deep as dimples, but people couldn't help indulging in them.

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk. That's probably what he said.

Zhuang Zhou raised his hand to touch Jiujiu's cheek, but Jiujiu hid from him.

Jiujiu looked into Zhuang Zhou's eyes and said softly, "what does it have to do with me?"

Jiujiu's smile was like a poison to quench thirst, which made Zhuang Zhou think he still had a little chance. But when Jiujiu said in a cold tone what it had to do with me, Zhuang Zhou's face seemed to change from a color photo to a black-and-white silent film, losing its color.

Zhuang Zhou's pale lips lost color in an instant, and his red eyes showed the color of pain and struggle. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't pronounce a single syllable like a mute. Zhuang Zhou only felt that all the pain poured into his eyes and blinked his eyes, which were moist and warm.

Zhuang Zhou raised his hand and held Jiujiu's arm, but he had little strength because he was afraid of Jiujiu's anger. Looking at Jiujiu's voice, he said softly, "Jiujiu, I really know my mistake."

Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou and continued to say, "what does it have to do with me?"

"I like you." one sentence almost exhausted Zhuang Zhou's strength, and this sentence made him suddenly realize. Zhuang Zhou said almost like an epiphany: "Jiujiu, I like you, I can't live without you. I won't do anything that makes you sad in the future. Shall we start again?"

At last, Zhuang Zhou's tone was almost begging.

If you were a different person, I'm afraid you would have forgiven Zhuang Zhou.

But Jiujiu is not.

Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou expressionless, raised his hand, pulled Zhuang Zhou's hand off his arm, walked to Zhuang Zhou, stood on tiptoe, looked at Zhuang Zhou's eyes and said, "but I already have a boyfriend. He likes me better than you. He treats me better, and I like him very much."

Jiujiu's words were like a slap in the face of Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou's lips moved and wanted to say something to keep Jiu Jiu, but in the end, he found that although Jiu Jiu's words were very plain, every word seemed ironic.

Yes, he used to be bad to Jiu Jiu. He didn't like Jiu Jiu so much before. He hurt Jiu Jiu before.

He was like an asshole who hurt such a good girl so deeply. Now he suddenly woke up and wanted to start over, but he was not rare.

In other words, people don't care at all.

Zhuang Zhou was going crazy with pain.

In the first half of his life, he was a child of other people's family. After graduation, he was obedient to his own heart to be an E-sports player. Then he started a team. Now he is like a duck to water.

No matter what he did, Zhuang Zhou found for the first time that he was a complete loser in emotion.

When Jiujiu was nice to him, he was used to it and didn't know how to cherish it. Now Jiujiu has given up on him, but he doesn't want to give up like a dog skin plaster. Even when he knows that Jiujiu has a boyfriend, he still pesters Jiujiu,.

Zhuang Zhou knew that it was wrong for him to do so. He did it three times, but he couldn't help it.

No matter what he does, he can think of Jiujiu. No matter where he is, he will feel the trace of Jiujiu. He also wants to leave the city, but Zhuang Zhou feels miserable when he thinks that leaving will lose Jiujiu's trace.

Zhuang Zhou only felt that his heart was shaking constantly. He raised his hand and held Jiujiu's arm again. He said softly, "I can like you better, and I can be better to you. I can give you everything. Don't leave me, OK?"

Zhuang Zhou was like a poor child, begging constantly.

What others beg for is money, but what he asks for is so pitiful.

Jiujiu looked at Zhuang Zhou and raised her hand.

Zhuang Zhou squatted down so that Jiu Jiu could put his arm on his neck.

Jiujiu raised her head and kissed Zhuang Zhou on his lips.

Obviously, Jiujiu had kissed herself countless times before, but he felt the familiar temperature on his lips again. Zhuang Zhou was like a dying man who ate the elixir. The pallor on his face disappeared instantly, and his eyes glittered a little.

Zhuang Zhou picked up Jiujiu for fear that he would be tired on tiptoe. He bowed his head and wanted to kiss Jiujiu again, but Jiujiu avoided him.

Zhuang Zhou's eyes were dim, but he forced a smile and said, "Jiujiu, did you promise me?"

Jiujiu leaned her head on Zhuang Zhou's shoulder and said casually, "what do you promise? I didn't say anything."

Zhuang Zhou's eyes, which had just lit up, dimmed again.

"Then you just..." thinking of Jiujiu's own actions, Zhuang Zhou's dead heart came back to life again. Xiyi asked, "do you have feelings for me, too?"

Jiujiu looked up, looked at Zhuang Zhou's face, smiled and said, "No."

Two words, let Zhuang Zhou fall from heaven to hell, but even so, Zhuang Zhou is still reluctant to put Jiujiu down.

He is like a snowman wrapped in ice and snow, and Jiujiu is his only warmth. He is reluctant to let go of this warmth.

Zhuang Zhou didn't sleep for two days and two nights. His body was already overwhelmed. After holding for a while, he was tired and began to sweat. Although he couldn't bear it, he could only hold Jiujiu and sit on the sofa. Even so, Zhuang Zhou still couldn't bear to loosen his hand holding Jiujiu.