Chapter 75

She nodded.

He frowned deeper: "can he compare with me?"

"He is the dance king of our school and the champion of the National College hip hop competition." She frowned at him, this guy is not confident, but narcissistic. Rong Zhenye's face flashed a look of disdain. He was also the king of Harvard dance and the national champion. "Now your partner can only be me." He declared his sovereignty in a dictatorial and domineering tone.

"Why, I'm not the only one you dance with?" Her bright eyes are dim. His real partner is Qin Xuelu. They must often dance together, watch movies together and do all kinds of things that lovers have done together. She is the only one in his heart, and she is nothing, just a passer-by in a hurry, come and go gently, do not take away a trace of memory.

"If you ask, I can consider it." His voice came through the wind, through the fragrance of flowers.

She was slightly stunned. She went to the chair and sat down. She pulled down a gardenia and sniffed it in front of her nose.

Is that a joke?

None of his words can be taken seriously.

He likes to tease her and tease her, which is known for a long time.

"I'm not rare. Even if you dance with women all over the world, you have nothing to do with me!" She pouted, not giving him a chance to mock herself.

"Oh?" He hummed a low voice, black eyes flashed a gloomy cold light, tightly focused on her face, "I think it's right and wrong?"

She trembled. His attentive gaze made her uneasy. His eyes were sharp, sharp and deep, as if they were looking through her, trying to see through the deepest secrets of her heart.

She tore off a petal, torn into pieces, "I don't like you." She murmured. Although the voice was small, Rong Zhenye could hear it clearly. A little hurt expression flew into his eyes. The corners of his mouth were stiff and slightly bent up. A wisp of almost sad smile came to his face. "Do you have any feelings for me?"

She flashed her eyes, dropped her eyes, and her thick eyelashes cast a deep shadow on her white eyelids. "You don't have feelings for me either?" She said in a low voice, calm, natural and stable, but at the bottom of these appearances, there was some unexplained loneliness and faint helplessness.

The corners of his mouth twitched and he wanted to say something, but it was all blocked in his throat. His dark eyes were like an ancient water pool, which could not see the bottom. They contained several contradictions and complicated expressions.

The terrible silence is like the boundless night, which cannot be dissolved.

Yi and summer hate this damned silence, let her bored, let her despair.

Despair?

The word popped up and scared her.

Without hope, why despair?

But did she hope for anything?

No, never.

She didn't hesitate to deny it, but there was a very low voice in her heart. She closed her eyes and chose to ignore it.

For the next two days, Rong Zhenye still left early and returned late.

Yi Youxia thinks that he should make up with Qin Xuelu.

On off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off, on off?

And she has not visited Xia Yuhan for several days. He called, and she gave an excuse and hung up. He delayed the wedding with his injury, which gave her a glimmer of hope. But when he thought that there was not only Yang Xiaorui as an obstacle between him and her, but also his mother and family, the hope was quietly destroyed.

In the afternoon, two customers came, who were introduced by Fang Yifan. After reading her design atlas, they were very satisfied and immediately selected several sets.

Just about to start work, I called, and it was Xia Yuhan again.

However, this is not a simple chat, he actually sneaked out of the hospital, waiting outside Longting Fenghua.