As soon as amour comes, there are monsters and monsters, and monsters are rampant.

On the glass round table, many beer cans had been poured everywhere. Xia Xiaobei said while drinking. At the end, she started to feel fluttering. She wiped the foam from her mouth, but she wiped the wet hands and stared at her palms. On her ring finger, a pink diamond ring was dazzling.

She said: "I know Shaoqian treats me well, and I'm sorry for him. Do you know? He said he blessed me, he blessed me--"

I had long thought that one day he would know the truth, maybe he would not forgive her, maybe he would scold her and kick her away and let her get out, but I never thought that he would hug her in tears and say to her: I wish you a fucking blessing...

Lan Jia held her, leaned her head gently on her shoulder, and whispered: "Xiaobei, I know, I know. This is not your fault."

She smiled softly, trembling on her shoulders, as if sobbing: "You don't know, you don't know how sad it was to be a big man crying in front of you. I think I should go to hell, because I have lost such a good man, I shouldn't have provoked him at the beginning... In fact, Mrs. Lei said something very right... I am the obstacle to their future. Only by clearing it can everything go smoothly..."

She drank high, cried and laughed, and repeated again and again: "He and I are not from the same world at all... There is no future... There is no happiness... There is no..."

She looked over in confusion when something was wet on the back of her hand, and then the warm water dripped and could not stop it.

She smiled and raised her head, and the tears finally went back: "Lan Jia, I should have listened to you at the beginning. Just hold Xia Nan and stay in the United States honestly. What shouldn't be back, what shouldn't be greedy does not belong to me... Woo woo... I was wrong..."

Lan Jia patted her and whispered to her: "Xiaobei, Xiaobei."

She shook her head: "Do you know how Lei Yunze's former girlfriends scolded me? They said I was shameless, said I was bad-hearted and dominated the president, and one day I would be dumped... In fact, they were right, I had bad-heartedness, ha, now I'm retribution... He snatched Xia Nan away, he was going to get married, Shaoqian doesn't want me anymore..." She shouted: "I finally got retribution!"

She thrust the beer hard on the opposite wall, and the can bang and hit the ground, rolling a few more times, and the wine splashed all over the floor.

She started crying again, crying loudly, and whimpering, "Shaoqian, Shaoqian..."

When Liang Kaili arrived, she was already like this, and she was drunk and unconscious.

Lan Jia looked at him with complaining eyes: "It was all you who encouraged her to visit the hospital, but she turned out to be like this..."

Liang Kelly was dissatisfied: "I didn't know the two of them had broken down... I saw that Shao Qian was struggling like that. He didn't look like a human or a ghost, and he had broken legs lying in the hospital. I was dissatisfied, so why could this woman live a good life..."

"How can you men understand the pain in women's hearts?" Lan Jia glanced at him in disagreement.

Liang Kelly immediately looked warm and his hot breathing approached inch by inch: "So, you feel a lot of pain in your heart?"

She cleverly avoided him and smiled without saying a word. However, she unconsciously felt a dull pain in her heart. Some things have been missed, so why both of them feel sad?

Liang Kelly was obviously unhappy with her intentional relationship and stopped approaching her. She sat opposite her, grabbed the remaining beer and stuffed her in a can.

Xia Xiaobei woke up with a little pain in her head. The pillow was very soft, not her pillow. She was determined to see Swarovski's crystal chandelier on the snow-white ceiling, and realized that it was at Lan Jia's home.

Turning around gently, his eyes fell on the empty house, on the sofa on the floor, packed boxes of all sizes, and Lan Jia was smoking in front of an open window, and her back felt a little lonely.

Xia Xiaobei stroked his forehead and thought for a long time before his memory slowly recovered.

Lan Jia turned around and said leisurely: "You are so capable, and you finally get better."

She laughed: "Well, please give me a bowl of sobering tea."

Lan Jia pointed to the table with her finger, and there was an empty cup next to the small kettle, and sober tea was placed in the cup. She got up by herself and rinsed it with boiling water, holding it in her hand to wait for it to cool down.

He glanced at the ground, was messy and asked her, "Are you running for the big escape?"

Lan Jia put the lighter in her hand, lit the cigarette, and said slowly, "It's almost the same." After a while, another sentence was added: "There can't be lived here."

She took a sip of sobering tea, and her mind gradually became clear, and she asked her, "Isn't this a good place? Where are you going to move?"

Lan Jia shook her head: "I don't know yet, the farther the better."

"It's better to move back to the United States." She joked about her. Seeing her face tense suddenly, she suddenly realized something, and she couldn't help but shivered: "I remember that Kelly Liang came last night..."

Lan Jia took off the cigarette from her mouth, looked at her, and said nothing for a while.

Xia Xiaobei shook his head, put his chin on his knees, and looked at her with burning eyes: "You should know that he is married, you and him..."

Lan Jia seemed to smile, and a hint of loneliness shook in her bright eyes, just like they drove to the beach that night, and she was in the lonely smoke rings in the desolate sea breeze. She couldn't help but regret that even though they were so familiar, some of them might not have asked.

Lan Jia just laughed and asked her: "Have you heard such a song?" She hummed gently, and the melody was vaguely familiar: "I remember I was young at that time, and I loved chatting and you loved laughing. Once, she sat side by side under a peach tree, and the wind was on the top of the forest, and the birds were crying. We didn't know how we fell asleep, and how many flowers fell in our dreams."

No matter how many beautiful years you have, in the end, they are just flowers falling in your dreams.

Xia Xiaobei thought for a while and suddenly realized: "The boy in the story you told last time is..."

She smiled, nodded, and her smile remained still in the years.

Xia Xiaobei couldn't imagine it. In her impression, Kelly Liang has always been the most unruly playboy, a typical bad guy. She was obviously married, but she still didn't know how to restrain herself and played outside. But Lan Jia, her most precious Lan Jia, is such an independent and strong girl, who had a miscarriage for this man and even had lifelong infertility...

Lan Jia seemed to see her thoughts and said quietly: "Actually, no one is bad at birth. In the final analysis, it is created by the outside world. The frivolity in your eyes may be just a piece of cigarette from others, just like flowers falling in a dream. Some people don't want to wake up." She turned her face to look at her, but her eyes seemed to pass through and fell far away: "My love is not that I have met the right person, nor that the outside world has obstructed too much, but that I have just lost to myself. If I could hold on for a while..."

She didn't continue talking, but only sighed with regret.

Xia Xiaobei was frightened and reminded her in time: "You must know that he has a wife. If you fall in love, do you want to be a mistress?" She felt that she had read those mistresses before, and it was so light to mention mistresses, but when this word was really applied to her best friend, she felt that it was so difficult to say it.

She stared at her cautiously: "I can't watch you make mistakes."

Lan Jia knocked out the smoke, patted her on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Actually, I have never woken up."

Her thoughts seemed to return to the far and far past. She smiled slightly, and there was indescribable yearning and happiness on her face shrouded by the light.

After that day, Xia Xiaobei knew that Lan Jia was crazy. No, not only Lan Jia, but everyone was crazy, including herself.

She began to hate Lei Yunze, the world, and everything related to the Lei family. They were hypocritical and thought that they were always above and omnipotent, and regarded someone like her as ordinary and humble, as an ulterior motive, and then trampled on her destiny and mercilessly.

Now she really regrets, regrets having a single-minded child, regrets having such a little selfish desire to stay by his side, and now they have snatched Xia Nan and separated her and Shao Qian. What else does she have? Didn’t someone say that someone who has nothing is fearless, what are she afraid of now?

She wiped the open gossip newspaper on the table, which was exactly the scene of her and Lei Yunze entering the wedding shop side by side. Because she was only photographed by the back, and she was really ordinary and was not recognized by the media. It was just that Lei Yunze's golden value was listed by the gossip ers by partially magnifying the details of the gold watch on his hand, even the cufflinks in his suit, proving that he was the famous second young master of the Lei family, and the title was a very huge and conspicuous line of words "Huanyu Lei Er Master" "Huanyu Lei Er Master"

Good things are coming soon, and you will go out to the wedding shop with your mysterious girlfriend." The following text also visited the wedding shop clerk in detail. This famous store will certainly protect the privacy of the customers, but the ers still dutifully took out several wedding dresses from the store treasure for comparison, and were interested in analyzing which one would become the "battle robe" of the daughter-in-law of the Lei family. This is not like a gossip news, but it is more like a wedding advertisement. However, Xia Xiaobei still noticed that the one designed by verewang was also included.

She dutifully called the wedding dress shop and said seriously on the phone: "Mr. Lei is very dissatisfied with the exposure of the wedding dress. He hopes that the main store will make a little modification to the design, otherwise we will change the style."

There was a hurry to agree and hung up the phone. She felt that she was used to seeing other people's faces. Occasionally posing as a boss torture people was also a kind of enjoyment.

When Ye Shaoqian woke up again, he felt dizzy and Liang Kaili was standing by the side. Seeing that he opened his eyes, he handed him a glass of water.

He rubbed his forehead and asked, "When did you come?"

Liang Kaili patiently peeled an apple aside. When he heard him ask, he said leisurely: "I don't remember, I came early in the morning and you are asleep."

Such a young man has never peeled fruits by himself, so he struggled tightly and his gestures were not right, and the apple skin was broken. He remembered that he used to love eating apples, and after dinner, Lan Jia sat on the sofa to peel him. Her knife skills could peel thinly and keep spreading. After peeling the whole skin and covering the apple, just like a new one, then he pulled the rod and a complete lace-like apple skin slipped down. Now he doesn't want to peel the apples anymore. After washing the servants at home, he grabbed it and chewed it directly into his mouth.

He focused on peeling his skin while Ye Shaoqian stared at the opposite wall, wondering what he was thinking. After a long time, he asked him: "Has anyone ever come to see me?"

"No, I didn't see it anyway. Maybe it was Ouyang and Xiaolinzi and the others." Liang Kaili said nodding towards the row of flower baskets at the door.

Ye Shaoqian's eyes darkened and he sighed and stopped talking.

Kelly Liang glanced at him: "Don't think about it, the person you want to see the most may know that something happened to you."

Ye Shaoqian ignored him and stretched out his hand from the quilt: "Do you bring cigarettes? Give me a piece."

"I'm so much like this, but I still want to smoke it? Eat the apples." As he said that, he was so angry that he stuffed the apples that were peeling into rotten potatoes into his palms.

Ye Shaoqian gave him a blank look, stuffed the apple into his mouth with his backhand, turned his head and stared out the window.

Seeing that he looked awkward, Liang Kaili finally lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth, saying, "Just one sip... You really can't smoke too much of your legs."

Seeing him taking a deep breath with his eyes closed, Liang Kaili quickly pulled the cigarette back and pressed it out. Then he opened the window and threw the cigarette butts out, and began to wave his hands to dispel the smell of cigarette in the ward.

Ye Shaoqian sneered at this, and Liang Kelly explained: "You don't know how annoying that doctor in your family is. I don't want to be scolded by him anymore."

When he said this, he remembered that it was time to go to Davida to get x-rays, so he said to him: "You lie back first, I'll go back."

After a while, the young nurse came to deliver afternoon tea. The treatment in the special care unit was good. With the trolley, there was also an evening newspaper for the day in addition to the snack black tea, which was used to relieve the patient's boredom.

The young nurse put the things in place, closed the window for him, and asked enthusiastically. Since Ye Shaoqian moved in, the nurses on this floor have been checking rounds very frequently, and everyone is rushing to be on duty, and sometimes they even quarrel about taking the shift.

Ye Shaoqian was lying here, and he still smiled at the lady's natural career. A slight squinting in the corners of his eyes made the young nurse feel excited and jumped out. Anyway, he couldn't move while lying, so he picked up the newspaper and read it casually.

Liang Kelly arrived at David's office and took the film in a kraft file bag. While waiting, he casually fiddled with the magazines and newspapers on the reading shelf, and then saw the headlines of the gossip version.

He looked at it roughly. When he got up, he saw that the young nurses were pushing a trolley in the corridor distributing the evening newspaper. Suddenly, he remembered something and ran to the fifth floor.

When Liang Kaili arrived at the fifth-floor special care unit, he had already thrown into a mess inside. The hanging rack was pushed to the ground, the vase and teacup were broken all over the floor, and even the person was not on the bed. The newspaper was just under his feet, and it was torn apart by someone, and it was torn into pieces. The photo on the gossip version was thorned in half. Lei Er was on one side and Xia Xiaobei was on the other side.

He suddenly felt powerless and threw his file bag to the ground.

After get off work, Xia Xiao NA asked Lei Yunze to see the wedding venue. Although the other party sent a lot of renderings and on-site photos, Xia Xiaobei was always careful in doing things and still asked Lei Yunze for advice. He attached great importance to it and had to leave and go to see it in person.

Traffic jams are inevitable at this time. In the traffic flow of Huicheng Chang River, Lei Yunze bored and took the evening newspaper that was thrown in the back seat to read it.

Xia Xiaobei glanced at him and continued to look ahead without saying a word.

As he flipped over, there was no sound. Xia Xiaobei couldn't help but take a look again, and indeed stopped on that page of entertainment.

She was a little curious about his reaction and waited quietly with breath.

As a result, he turned over another page casually after reading it, looked up and found that she was looking at him, so he asked, "What's wrong?" He shook the newspaper in his hand, "Do you want to read it too?"

"No." She shook her head and sat down again.

He suddenly realized something, turned back to the entertainment version, pointed to the photo seriously and said, "It was pretty good, it would be better if there was a front."

She was slightly surprised, and then thought, this was not exactly what Mr. Lei should say. She remembered that when he was photographed dating a little star, he laughed it off like this, but now the protagonist in the photo has changed herself and can't figure it out for a moment.

She asked leisurely: "Aren't you afraid that your fiancée will be angry?"

"Zi Yan won't."

He is quite confident in his tone. Yet, the young ladies of rich families are usually well-educated.

She laughed dryly: "Whoever marrys you will be unlucky."

“How to say it?”
To be continued...