Chapter 509

I don't know whether Qin Mofei is hinting at me or just trying to warn me, but I'm on high alert for this. I am a very cautious and delicate person, the potential sense of crisis will magnify my vigilance.

What I have done is equal to being an enemy of mankind. I am convinced that I will not be understood by the world. Therefore, I have never imagined that I will come back one day. This social reality and cruelty, God will not give up to those who have strong ability.

Since I have chosen such a road, I am ready to go to the dark.

The meal with Shang Ying became the worst thing in my mind. I have never paid any feelings to any woman. When I fell in love with a woman for the first time, I was actually used as a tool by the other side.

I think I'm a hero. I'm playing with a woman. I'm in the middle of my hands. It's just like sliding the world.

Her appearance is a little bit funny, but I hate her more. And what I love is probably this fragile soul.

I really don't hate her. I succeeded Shang Ying and Qin Mofei. I didn't fight with each other, even though she was the first woman in my life. I can't guarantee what I'll be like in the future, but for the moment, I'm still foolishly defending myself for her, although she doesn't disdain it.

Their wedding has become one of the most talked about things in Mordor, but I am in the dark. Thinking of the woman I like walking to the auditorium with other people's arms, I still have to bless.

Shang Ying is really in love with Qin Mofei, because her eyes are very different when she sees him. She's clinging to me is probably because she can't get it from him, so she pretends to like me.

I seem to have a dream, wake up, I am still the drug owl standing in hell. I can control people's life and death. I can walk in the mall, but I can't keep a little woman. It's sad to think about it.

I'm suffering day by day, waiting for Shang Ying and Qin Mofei's wedding to approach. I secretly followed the trend of the Qin family and saw that they regarded the wedding as a commercial activity, or a show.

However, I think, this sensational magic wedding, vaguely some not quite right. But what's wrong? I don't know. I think it may not be a simple wedding.

On Christmas Eve, it snowed heavily. It was very cold, but my heart was colder than this.

I thought that if Shang Ying had been accomplished, she would have put it down, but it was not. As the days approached, I had a disillusionment. I couldn't accept that a woman with my child would marry someone else.

So on the eve of their wedding, I made an appointment with Shang Ying again, in the Starbucks cafe of century business city.

The sky is still floating with snow, and there is no stop.

But she did, wearing a loose white cloak, which covered the whole of her pregnancy and set her whole body apart. I was heartbroken when I saw her like this, and I didn't understand why she didn't want me.

She saw that I still smile so heartless, but I clearly see the depth of her eyes cold thin and indifferent. I helped her to a corner seat and ordered her a cup of her favorite pudding and dessert.

She ate carelessly with a spoon in one hand, and looked at me with her cheek in the other hand. Sometimes a faint smile appeared on her lips, which did not reach the bottom of her eyes. I am still affected by her every move, ups and downs.

"Xiaoying, it's for you."

I handed her the jewelry box that I had prepared for her marriage, but she changed her mind later, and it was useless to keep the jewelry. She took the jewelry box, opened it and closed it again.

"Why give me such a valuable thing? Don't you want me to marry all these things? "

"Take it. It's all tailor-made for you, so you can play with it."

"Thank you, then." She took the jewelry box and stirred the strawberry pudding in the cup with a spoon like tofu bean curd. Then she looked up at me and laughed strangely, "Chuen, do you think this pudding looks like a human brain? It's white. It's a little blood red. "

It's hard for me to imagine that she, such a delicate woman, can't help but frown and say, "Xiaoying, your imagination is really rich. How can you think of such a heavy mouth thing?"

"Heavy mouth? Do you make fun of me

She gave me a faint murmur, which made me wonder. When she was there, I never mentioned the black triangle and the trade. I also chose to operate in a dark box. She should not have found out.

But What does she mean?

I smile with disapproval, "how can I become a underworld in your eyes?"

"Aren't you?" She grinned and glanced at me.

I've never lied in front of her, so it's a little guilty to be looked at like this by her. "Xiaoying, don't think too much, I don't look like a underworld."

"Ha ha!" She gave a meaningful smile and said nothing more.I do not intend to pierce this matter, I no longer lost, will not break their own way. I went on to talk about her wedding, but she seemed reluctant to talk about it, and she was a bit evasive, so I doubted whether there was anything wrong with the wedding.

It's just that I didn't go deep into it. Maybe I couldn't accept some things, or maybe she didn't think she was good enough for outsiders. Obviously, I was an outsider in Shang Ying's eyes.

We parted unhappily again. When she finally left, she looked at me and said something that made me angry. "Chuen, if there was no Murphy, I might fall in love with you. Thank you for your kindness to me. I will remember."

I watched her walk away, slowly covered by the snow outside, the first bursts of pain in my heart. I hate the Qin family a lot more.

Qin Mofei is probably my doomed nemesis!

I sat in the coffee shop for a long time before I went back to the bar and sat at the bar to drink. Huang Mao came and saw me drinking alone. He came over and asked me how to drink alone.

I glanced at him coldly and said, "can't I drown my sorrow with wine?"

He was stunned and said, "Third Master, do you have any unfair things? You are so omnipotent. If you want wind to get wind and rain to rain, if you still drink to relieve your worries, how can the children live? "

Huang Mao is a very glib ruffian with no bottom line. I don't like him very much. But at this time, seeing that he was so obsequious, he asked the waiter to take a few bottles of wine and let him accompany me to drink.

I'm not good or bad. I can drink some. Some people say that it is more worrying to drown one's sorrow by drinking, which is true.

As soon as I drank, I was filled with bitterness and grievance. I thought of those dark years in these years, the pictures of my fighting in the bloody wind, and the cruel tenderness that Shang Ying gave me.

I drink like that one cup after another, and I'm confused everywhere in front of me. I also heard Huang Mao's voice in my ear, "Third Master, I'll help you upstairs and call a beautiful woman to accompany you. I'll make you satisfied."

I gave him a dim, drunken glance and said, "are you sure you can satisfy me?"

"The gold emperor's number one, do you think it's ok?"

This guy patted his chest and promised that he would like to have his head cut off. I smile, let him bring two such women to serve me, I suddenly want to indulge, wanton to indulge.

Huang Mao listened to the color behind, and quickly helped me to go upstairs to the office. Then he said that he would bring the beauty to me, so that I didn't have to worry about the safety problem. It must be young.

I did drink too much, but my heart was like a mirror. I knew everything around me very well. Huang Mao went with a box of Cuban cigars in my office. I didn't care. I thought it was water money for him.

After a while, Huang Mao came with two tall and beautiful women. Maybe he told me not to love heavy make-up. Neither of them had made up. Beauty is good, but it's not cheap. I knew the top price in the club, so I just threw two checks to both of them.

I thought that with Shang Ying in my heart, I would not react to other women, but it was not.

Not only did I have it, but I was crazy. When I finally woke up, I suddenly felt sick and let them go.

As soon as they left, I rushed to the bathroom and washed myself with cold water. I wanted to wash away the inexplicable nausea. I used to stick to it. I felt that no matter how bad I was, I couldn't be too bad without a bottom line. At least I should give an account to the woman I love deeply in the future. But I can't do it now. I fell in love with the first woman, and then I'll fall in love with someone else? I'm not sure myself.