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After standing behind Yan Zhuolang for a long time, Ciya just stretched out his long arms to hug Yan Zhuolang tightly from behind, Yan Zhuolang turned around and gave her a blank expression, she was frightened by his expression, Immediately let go of the arm.

Ciya put down her hands, stood beside Yan Zhuolang, and said softly, "The bath water has been put away, do you want me to accompany you in?"

Yan Zhuolang looked out of the window, his handsome face showed no expression, and he replied very lightly, "No need."

He turned around and went to the bathroom inside the room, and locked the door with a bang. Ciya stood at the door of the bedroom, her eyes full of resentment. After a while, she returned to her normal expression, and returned to the bed slumped.

Yan Zhuolang stayed in the bathroom for more than an hour before he came out. He walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. There was a dim wall lamp in the bedroom. Ciya was lying on the exquisite big bed. She was lying on her side, wondering if she was sleeping. up.

Yan Zhuolang walked around to the right side of the big bed, lay down without even drying his hair, picked up his cigarette from the bedside table and lit it, and looked at a certain place with bluff eyes.

Yan Zhuolang looked into the distance, smoked a few cigarettes before putting out the butt, reached out to turn off the wall lamp, lay sideways on the bed and closed his eyes.

Just five seconds after he closed his eyes, there seemed to be a sound coming from behind him, and then Ciya's whole body stuck behind him.

Yan Zhuolang remained silent and did not speak, Ciya buried her head behind his back as if smelling something.

"roll."

A cold voice sounded, which was extraordinarily piercing throughout the night.

The flame in Ciya's heart was directly interrupted by Yan Zhuolang's words, she froze in place, not knowing how to place her hands, her expression was full of disappointment.

She was still sticking to him like this, but she didn't dare to move, not knowing what she was thinking at the moment.

Seeing that she was silent, Yan Zhuolang said coldly, "I'm tired, go to bed."

His tone was full of disgust, he moved his body slightly outside, and pulled himself out of Ciya's arm in a daze.

Ciya was lying on Yan Zhuolang's bed, but she couldn't have him, and she couldn't figure out what he was thinking. At this moment, she felt extremely frustrated, and her face was hot.

Xu felt unwilling, even humiliated, but Ciya kissed him on the face again.

Yan Zhuolang felt disgusted, and pushed Ciya away vigorously, but Ciya still rushed over, Yan Zhuolang pushed away even more disgusted.

Today, ciya didn't give up, Yan Zhuolang turned over and turned on the wall lamp with a slap. There was not a trace of charming atmosphere in the bedroom, but Yan Zhuolang's eyes showed deep disgust.

Ciya was very decadent at the moment, her hair was loose, her beautiful eyes looked at Yan Zhuolang in confusion, and she almost cried, "Zhuolang, why, am I not good enough?"

She sat up, curled up together, and asked him paranoidly what she did wrong to make him hate her so much.

Yan Zhuolang sat there, coldly silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, she tentatively opened her lips, "If you hate me, why do you still let me be with you?"

She raised her head and looked at Yan Zhuolang stubbornly, but he didn't look at her at all, as if she was just an object here.

Yan Zhuolang sat there, and the two of them didn't know how long it had been. Yan Zhuolang snorted coldly, and then made a very mocking voice, "What's the matter? Is there not enough for you, what else do you want?"

His words completely shocked Ciya, Ciya froze there, she could almost hear the beating of her own heart, she still asked stubbornly, "Zhuolang, what is wrong with me that made you hate me Yet?"

Yan Zhuolang didn't turn his head at all, and just said to himself, "It's not that you didn't do it badly, but you did it too well, which makes me suspect that your motives are impure."

After finishing speaking, regardless of any thoughts of Ciya, he continued, "What I hate the most is a woman like you who pretends to be herself."

As soon as his words fell, Ciya's tears fell down, she clenched her fists tightly and took a deep breath, as if she was trying to hold back something and said, "In this case, why are you with me ? Why don't you just let me go back to the United States?"

Yan Zhuolang's voice was even more indifferent, "I thought we were just taking what we needed, but some people just want to be smart. It seems that you are right. It is time for you to return to the United States."

After saying this, Yan Zhuolang got up and walked towards the living room without even wearing slippers.

Ciya lay on the bed for less than a second, and immediately felt something. The strong panic in her heart prompted her to get up from the bed, and she didn't even have time to put on her shoes, and ran towards Yan Zhuolang staggeringly with her long legs. When Zhuolang was about to open the bedroom door, she pressed Yan Zhuolang tightly from behind.

She almost exhausted all her strength, and said with trembling lips, "Zhuolang, I was wrong, don't leave me, don't leave me, okay?"

Ciya doesn't know what Yan Zhuolang is thinking in his heart, she doesn't even have the courage to look at Yan Zhuolang's expression, she only knows that she must keep this man, only she can keep everything she has now, otherwise once he If you step out of this door, you will be beaten back to your original shape.

Being hugged by her like this, Yan Zhuolang felt even more disgusted, and wanted to grab her arm to keep her away from him, and said in disgust, "Get out, I don't want to see you."

Ciya stuck to Yan Zhuolang's back, tears kept falling, and shook his head stubbornly, "Zhuolang, don't go, I beg you, please."

Yan Zhuolang sneered, "Don't you think I don't give you enough? Then I'll set you free and let you find someone who can give you more?"

Ciya knew what Yan Zhuolang said, and she could feel the sarcasm and disgust in his words, but she still stubbornly did not let go of his hand, and said, "I'm sorry, Zhuolang, I won't ask these questions anymore , you can do whatever you say in the future, please.”

Yan Zhuolang lowered his arms, and the dim light hit his handsome face. It was even more difficult to guess what he was thinking at this moment. After a long time, he said, "Go back to sleep."

His voice was still cold and deadly, Ciya couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he didn't dare to let go of his hand rashly.

Seeing that she still didn't let go, Yan Zhuolang said, "Okay, I say you go back to sleep."

The voice at this moment was a little gentler than before, Ciya let go of her hand but did not move her eyes away from his side, she was very afraid that she would accidentally let him go again.

Yan Zhuolang walked into the bedroom first, and Ciya hurriedly followed behind him. He lay down back to his original position, and Ciya also had to lie down carefully, but at this moment she didn't dare to reach out to touch him, she just Being able to watch from a distance, try to suppress the unwillingness in the eyes.

Outsiders thought she was his favorite woman now, but they didn't know that he never touched her in private.

The more Ciya thought about it, the more frightened he became, but after drinking a few glasses of wine, he fell into a groggy state, and soon fell asleep. Yan Zhuolang lay on the opposite side of Ciya, looking at the huge City C outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but he was unusually sober. There were bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and he didn't even know when he was so scared every night.

He's used to keeping his eyes open until dawn, and he's used to being unable to sleep all night.

Everyone thought that he had forgotten about Pei Ran, and could even accept a brand new life. For a long time, even he was used to this kind of life. He didn't have to go to the company to work, and besides sleeping, he almost drank, singing and singing every night. At dawn, the days passed quickly for two months, he thought he would be numb and forget, but later on every night he realized more and more clearly that too many people in this world cannot forget.

Yan Zhuolang didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up the next day, it was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon. He turned over, and there was nothing around him, but he didn't care. The bed went to the toilet to wash up.

In the living room, Ciya put the fried salmon on the plate, and when Yan Zhuolang came out of the wash, she happened to watch her serving the dishes in an apron.

Yan Zhuolang was stunned for a moment, but she smiled first and said, "Zhuolang, I thought you were sleeping and asked the hotel to bring up some ingredients. I made this, you can try it?"

Yan Zhuolang glanced at it but didn't seem to taste it, and said lightly, "I have an appointment with Jin Yao for dinner tonight. Didn't you look at a bag last time? It should arrive today, so let's go over there and have a look."

Ciya looked at the dishes on the table and showed a smile, but said nothing, "Okay, go change your clothes now, and wait for me here."

Pei Ran and Jiang Ziming were sitting by the window on the second floor of the student cafeteria of University C. Pei Ran was wearing a white T-shirt and shorts today, and it happened that Jiang Ziming was also wearing a white T-shirt today. Looking up, the two seem to be wearing couple outfits.

It's noon now, and Pei Ran had called before to ask if Jiang Ziming was free, and he said noon, so she asked him to have dinner here, and by the way, asked for some French knowledge, the closer the end of the month, Pei Ran seemed She was getting more and more nervous. In Pei Xuan's words, she didn't seem to be going to France to study, but to go to France to be sentenced.

Jiang Ziming took a sip of the milk tea and communicated with Pei Ran in French.

Pei Ran didn't eat, but just stared at Jiang Ziming, and nervously spoke a long string of French, but her French was obviously much more familiar than before.

Jiang Ziming saw that Pei Ran's nervous sweat was about to fall, and he said with a smile on his lips, "Relax, those who know think you are learning French, and those who don't know think I'm interrogating you?"

Pei Ran frowned and exhaled, "Time is getting tighter and tighter. I don't want to be ashamed in France. After all, it's a matter of face. I can't be ashamed and thrown abroad, right?"

Jiang Ziming said, "You can already speak daily French, so you don't have to be so nervous. Didn't you go to France for exchange and seminars, and didn't you have to be sent abroad for a few months, so you have to make yourself so nervous?"

Pei Ran was not so relaxed, the expression on his face was full of seriousness, "I heard from Xiche that there are several important companies in France this time, and I remember that there is also a very famous financial lecturer who is also going to give lectures in France. , seems to be the founder of any."

He sorted out the books and materials at hand, and said, "Any's boss is always Chinese, you only need to know Chinese."