Chapter 859: Can you like me?

Chapter 859: Can you like me?

Chapter 859 Can you like me?

This night, some people are happy and some are sad.

Ever since she and Gu Jinglan broke up on bad terms last time, Zhao Qiuxu really wanted to give up.

Take this opportunity to be cruel to yourself, make up your mind and give up on Gu Jinglan completely.

However, Zhao Qiuxu overestimated himself after all.

If she could really give up, why would she have loved him for eight years?

Even though he has all kinds of bad qualities, in her eyes, there is only one good thing about him, and that is that he has a look that she likes.

These days, Zhao Qiuxu has not gone out or had any social activities.

Until Mrs. Zhao couldn't stand it anymore, she gave her an invitation letter to attend tonight's banquet.

Zhao Qiuxu's enthusiasm was waning and she returned the invitation letter to Mrs. Zhao, "Mom, go ahead, I'm a little tired."

Mrs. Zhao knew what she was thinking. As a mother, Mrs. Zhao could see how devastated she was these days and feel pain in her heart.

Why cant she see the efforts her daughter is making?

Love is a word, if you can succeed if you work hard, there won't be so many sad people in the world.

"Gu Jinglan will also go." Mrs. Zhao mentioned lightly, then turned and went to the garden.nove(l)bi(n.)com

No one heard.

She put down her cell phone in a daze, and he stopped answering her calls.

Zhao Qiuxu suddenly laughed, and her vision blurred as she smiled.

She came to a bar, sat at the bar, and ordered a bottle of wine.

Seeing that she came alone and ordered a strong drink, the bartender couldn't help but persuade her, "Miss, why don't I give you a cocktail instead?"

Thank you, no, just give me a bottle of whiskey.

Now only strong alcohol can numb her nerves and stop her from thinking about those messy worries.

The deafening music and the colorful dazzling lights. Under the cover of the music and lights, she can express her sadness to her heart's content.

You can no longer hide your emotions and pretend that you are fine.

She is not good, not at all.

I feel very bad, I want to cry, shout, or vent my bad emotions.

Cup after cup of spicy wine, burning all the way down, sliding down the esophagus and into the stomach.

"Gu Jinglan...can you like me?"

Lying on the bar, Zhao Qiuxu shook the wine glass, her eyes blurred.

As she spoke, she laughed crazily and shook her head, "No, you won't like me... you won't like me."