C103 Xiao Yan, I don't love you anymore!

Xiao Yan, I don't love you anymore!

Qiao Mo did not eat much for lunch and lost her appetite.

Luo Lin, who was beside her, laughed and teased her: "Do all Chinese girls have such low appetites?"

Qiao Mo laughed, and did not say a word.

"Oh yeah, Mo, how many of George's classmates are inviting us to dinner tonight?"

It had been a long time since Qiao Mo last visited a place with many people. She was not used to it, "Forget it, you guys go ahead, I still have things to do back home."

Luo Lin bit her lips, "Go on! You've been studying in New York for so long, and you've never relaxed! We'll go home after we eat! "Mo …"

Luo Lin tugged on Qiao Mo's sleeves, looking at her expectantly.

Qiao Mo was helpless, she was afraid that she would miss Luo Lin's interest, so she agreed: "Fine, after dinner, I will go home."

Luo Lin hugged her, "Mo, you're great!"

After Luo Lin and Qiao Mo finished their lunch, they went to the library.

Qiao Mo was in the specialized category of books and periodicals, in the blink of an eye, Luo Lin had disappeared without a trace.

Qiao Mo looked around and saw Luo Lin in the romance novel's area. She couldn't help but laugh and say softly, "So you liked reading these."

Luo Lin held onto a book called "Romeo and Juliet" with an intoxicated look on her face, "How romantic! Mo, do you like people? The kind that was extremely popular! Just like Romeo and Juliet! "

The smile on Qiao Mo's lips stiffened slightly. Her gaze emptied and turned blank. For a moment, it was as if she had sunk into her own memories.

Luo Lin saw that she was in a daze and did not say a word, so she elbowed her a little, "Hey, Mo! You're not thinking about any man, are you? "

Qiao Mo regained her senses, and looked at her blankly: "No, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"I especially look forward to a passionate love affair! "How romantic!"

"If they don't like each other, then no matter how much they like each other, it would all be a burden."

Qiao Mo suddenly turned around and gloomily returned back to the category of professional books and periodicals.

Luo Lin was holding on to a < Romeo and Juliet > book, and was jumping around behind her, saying disapprovingly: "I like the 'torment' that you Chinese people speak of!"

Qiao Mo turned her head and looked at Luo Lin, who was speaking in a very weird Chinese language, and laughed out loud with a "puchi".

"As long as you're happy."

And Xiao Yan, who was standing behind the bookshelf where Qiao Mo was, could clearly hear his voice.

If the other party did not love him, no matter how much love he had, it would all be a burden.

But how could she know that her love, her love, had never been a burden to him?

Luo Lin patted Qiao Mo, "Mo, I'll go and look for some books, I'll come and look for you later!"

Qiao Mo nodded, "Go."

Romeo and Juliet, they were truly in love and were willing to give their all for each other. But how could the relationship between her and Xiao Yan be considered to be a fierce and passionate love?

However, it was a one-man show that belonged to her from beginning to end.

Qiao Mo took a copy of < Romeo and Juliet > from the bookshelf and prepared to read it.

At the same time, on the back of the bookshelf, there was a hand holding onto a book called 'Romeo and Juliet'. Instantly, the book blocked one's line of sight, revealing a small line of sight.

Qiao Mo saw a man's chest.

He seemed to be very tall, so tall that one could not see his face through the tiny space.

How could she, for an instant, so madly miss someone?

It must be an illusion.

She put Romeo and Juliet back on the shelf, smiled wryly, dropped her face, and left.

A love novel really wasn't suitable for her to read.

But Xiao Yan, who was behind the bookshelf, was looking at her face at such a close distance for the first time after being absent from her for such a long time.

At that moment, his palms almost started sweating.

Two emotions struggled within his heart.

He was afraid that she would discover him, but he was also afraid that … She didn't see him at all.

If she found out, how would she face him? To greet him with a smile, to say that it had been a long time since they last met, or to just ignore him?

Xiao Yan felt that if it was any of the two, he would not be able to accept it.

Or … Like now, it was good not to find out.

As long as he stayed by her side, it would be enough.

Xiao Yan looked at the < Romeo and Juliet > in his hand, laughed out loud, and then put it back.

After Qiao Mo and Luo Lin left the library, they went straight to the bar.

Xiao Yan followed him the entire way and entered the bar. He quietly sat at the most corner and watched Qiao Mo.

Maybe Xiao Yan was already too dazzling, even with his sunglasses and baseball cap on, he was still unable to hide the light on his body.

From time to time, a woman would come up with a drink to strike up a conversation.

However, he was scared off by his overly cold demeanor.

At first, Qiao Mo was just peacefully eating, but after a while, some of her classmates would always come up to toast him.

Inevitably, Qiao Mo raised his wine cup, and for some reason, it fell into her mouth.

She had suppressed her emotions for a long time, as if she really wanted to release them, but she hadn't managed to do so at the right time. When she arrived at the bar, the noisy atmosphere and the lively atmosphere made her want to release all the bad emotions within her body.

That feeling of despair was like a beast, roaring at her day and night, wanting to eat her until there was nothing left of her.

After drinking a cup of strong alcohol, Qiao Mo had completely lost control.

She sat on the sofa, bent over and covered her face with her hands as tears silently flowed down her cheeks.

From Xiao Yan's perspective, even though he could not see how she was crying, he could see her shoulders trembling slightly.

He wanted to step forward and hold her.

He held the wine cup tightly in his hand.

His gaze was murky and gloomy, and traces of patience could almost not be suppressed in the depths of his eyes.

Qiao Mo gulped down another cup of strong alcohol, then stood up and greeted her classmates.

Xiao Yan threw down his wine cup and chased after him with his long legs.

Qiao Mo grabbed onto the fence on the riverside and squatted down, then hugged herself tightly.

She cried like a child.

Xiao Yan stood not far away and could only watch her silently with folded arms.

The phone in Qiao Mo's pocket rang.

The caller ID showed Feng Che.

"Xiaoxiao, why aren't you answering the phone?"

Qiao Mo could no longer hold it in. She was simply unable to control her sobs and she said in a choked voice, "I … It was too noisy just now … I didn't hear you. "

It was obvious.

Feng Che frowned and asked worriedly, "Why are you crying? Where are you? I'll pick you up. "

Qiao Mo stated her address, holding the phone tightly in her hand.

She had once risked her life for Xiao Yan, just for the sake of his occasional gentleness. But now, she suddenly realized, how could she have been so foolish back then?

Qiao Mo didn't want to let herself fall, but she had no choice, she couldn't control herself.

The river wind blew onto Qiao Mo's hot face due to the alcohol's effect, causing her to get goosebumps.

Ten minutes later, Feng Che arrived with a jacket tied around his arm. Upon seeing Qiao Mo's dazed look, the center of Feng Che's eyebrows jumped.

She quickly walked over and draped the jacket over Qiao Mo's shoulders.

"Xiaoxiao."

Feng Che helped Qiao Mo up and held her hand, "Why are you drinking?"

Qiao Mo lightly shook her head and did not answer.

Instead, he clutched the railing, facing the river, and quietly shed tears.

"Brother, you said that after I come to New York, as long as I'm long enough, I will forget Xiao Yan, right?"

Feng Che nodded, "No one can forget them. As long as there's enough time, as long as you're willing to patiently wait."

Qiao Mo bit her lips, her eyebrows furrowed like a child's, her small hands grabbed Feng Che's shirt and stubbornly asked: "How much longer do I have to wait? How long would it take for me not to think of him? How much longer do I need to wait? Even if I want to think about him, I won't feel so bad that I want to die? "

Feng Che calmly looked at her, and she cried until her eyes turned red, just like a pitiful child.

"I know, in a short period of time, I'll let you completely forget about Xiao Yan, and forget about everything that happened in Seahold. All of these are unrealistic, and I also know that right now, you have never let go of Xiao Yan at all."

Qiao Mo leaned into Feng Che's embrace, her blurry eyes looking at the lights floating over the river, his voice as calm as a dead river: "Big Brother, I know that anyone who loses a person in this world can live well. However... Leaving someone I used to like so much, even if he's still alive, but I seem to. I'll never be happy again. "

"Drinking? Is it because of Xiao Yan?"

"It's been a long time since I've been with so many people. I'm a bit afraid of the feeling of being with so many people, and I feel myself falling bit by bit. I feel like I've been separated from them for too long, no matter how many people I have around me, I'm still trapped in my own little world. Brother, do you think I'm depressed? "

Feng Che frowned, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It was not surprising that Qiao Mo was suffering from depression.

Too many people in the United States, especially in New York, suffer from this kind of depression.

Some were depression for money, some were depression for longing, some were discrimination and some were unfair depression.

Qiao Mo leaned into Feng Che's embrace, and gently smiled. "Big Brother, if I get this disease, I'll have to trouble you to take care of me again."

Feng Che stroked her hair that was messed up by the river wind, "Silly girl, it is natural for me to take care of you. I won't allow anything to happen to you. "

Qiao Mo withdrew from Feng Che's embrace, her two hands holding onto the railing as she loudly shouted at the river surface she was facing: "Xiao — — I — — No — — Love — — You —!"

— I don't love you anymore.

Qiao Mo stared at the surface of the river in a daze.

She fell into Feng Che's arms and hugged his neck. She closed her eyes and tears fell, but she bit her lips, no longer allowing herself to cry.

"Brother, I want to go home."

Feng Che carried her by the waist and walked towards the car, "Okay, let's go home."

, who was not far away, quietly watched them leave.

If all her pain came from him, forget him and stop loving him.

The phone in his pocket kept vibrating.

He didn't need to look to know who it was.

He picked up the call and said concisely, "I'm going back to the hospital, the operation will continue."

With that, he hung up without giving the other party a chance to speak.

Xiao Yan still had some things to do before he could return to Boston.

He drove, following Feng Che's car.

Feng Che stayed in Qiao Mo's villa for a very long time before he worriedly came out.

Xiao Yan leaned on the side of the carriage, obviously waiting for him.

Feng Che didn't recognize him in the beginning, but when Xiao Yan took off his sunglasses, Feng Che was startled. He didn't think that Xiao Yan would appear here.

"Why are you here? You have been sending people to investigate Qiao Mo? "

Feng Che was naturally angry in his heart. Xiao Yan's voice was steady as he looked at the gentle lights on the second floor and lightly said: "I didn't come here to fight you today."

Feng Che sneered, "You hurt my sister so much, what else do you want?"

"If I had wanted to ruin her life, I would have shown up long ago."

"Then what exactly do you want to do?"

Just by following Qiao Mo, how many times did he have to look at her?