虐渣男从 现在 开始

Xiao Ye was almost trembling with anger.

He prepared all day, and even typed out a draft of his apology speech. Like a primary school student writing a composition, he carefully selected his words, revised and corrected them, and kept his posture as low as possible.

He had been suffering for a whole day, and he was looking forward to getting off work as soon as possible, going to the cafe to meet Zhao Xianghai, and having a serious talk with him.

He had been looking forward to it all day, only thinking that Zhao Xianghai's knots would be untied today, and his life would be restored to its original state. He even fantasized that he might be able to sleep with his arms around Zhao Xianghai again tonight.

But Zhao Xianghai poured a basin of cold water on his head.

Or, it's not just a basin of cold water anymore, Zhao Xianghai just poured a can of ultra-low temperature liquid nitrogen at minus 190 degrees on his head, causing him to fall into the ice cellar in an instant!

Xiao Ye looked at Zhao Xianghai who was sitting next to him leisurely flipping through the menu, wishing he could drag him away, strip him naked, put him on the bed and give him a hard fuck!

He sat back in his seat, took a deep breath and calmed down for a while, then grabbed his phone again: "Zhao Xianghai, I said, I'm here to apologize to you! Don't make trouble, sit in front of me now, I have something to tell you explain."

Looking at Xiao Ye's text message, Zhao Xianghai twitched the corners of his lips, shook his head, and replied seriously: "Xiao Ye, let me tell you formally. There are signs of cheating on you mentally. , from the moment you want to flirt with others and fall in love, we have already broken up. I am not a soft-hearted person, I really don’t care if you bow your head or not, so your conceited and stupid behavior can stop Don't embarrass me and you."

After posting this paragraph, Zhao Xianghai's fingers paused, and he added another paragraph: "You stubbornly want to apologize to me, okay, I accept your apology, but I really don't intend to turn back this time. We spent seven years together Nian, you are already bored, and you feel uncomfortable now, but because you are used to my existence, you can't adapt to it all at once. Xiao Ye, you can adapt to everything, so go find someone you like next, okay? "

After sending this passage, Zhao Xianghai himself felt a little sad

.

Seven years.

After all, she and Xiao Ye also spent seven years in the same bed.

Before, when he found out that Xiao Ye was flirting with people outside, he felt cold and angry, wishing to beat Xiao Ye's head into an old Siberian dog's head.

But at this point, when he had fully opened up with Xiao Ye, he suddenly felt sore and heavy in his heart, and he didn't know what it was like.

He pursed his lips, tapped his fingers slowly on the keyboard, hesitated, and sent the last paragraph: "As long as you don't mess around like this anymore, I think I can also wish you to find happiness again. In the past For seven years, most of the days have been warm, I have no regrets, but... let's stop here, Xiao Ye, let's stop here, shall we?"

After sending the text message, Zhao Xianghai turned the phone on the table without saying a word.

Xiao Ye held the phone in his hands, the fluorescent light of the screen shone in his eyes.

He read the text Zhao Xianghai sent over and over again, just like an illiterate child, reading very carefully and struggling.

After a long time, he raised his head just now, those wolf-like eyes just stared at Zhao Xianghai's profile without blinking.

"Brother Hai..." Song Xiu was a little terrified by Xiao Ye's frozen eyes.

Zhao Xianghai smiled and shook his head at him, signaling him to be quiet.

Like a wooden man, Xiao Ye sat and stared at Zhao Xianghai for a long time. Afterwards, his handsome face lost all expression, picked up his coat and things, paid the bill, and walked out of the coffee shop in silence. .

Song Xiu sneaked a look at Xiao Ye's back and left, heaved a sigh of relief: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Xiao...are you alright?"

"It's okay," Zhao Xianghai smiled reluctantly, "he's okay, and I'm okay too."

Song Xiu frowned, feeling that there seemed to be something in Zhao Xianghai's words, but he couldn't hear it for a while.

"Try the coffee." Zhao Xianghai pushed the coffee cup in front of Song Xiu, "It tastes good."

Song Xiu hummed lightly, held the coffee cup and took a sip.

After dinner, Zhao Xianghai came out of Bancheng Cafe, and Zhao Xianghai thoughtfully sent Song Xiu back to his apartment.

After Song Xiu went upstairs, Zhao Xianghai did not leave immediately.

He leaned against the side of the car, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, took a puff, and his lungs hurt from choking.

"Cough cough cough..."

He coughed a few times, finished smoking a cigarette, but it was not enough, so he took out another one and lit it.

The cigarette butts were on and off, Zhao Xianghai looked up and saw a waning moon hanging in the night sky, which was very bleak.

What a fucking occasion.

At the moment when the seven-year family ended, the moon in the sky was disabled, and the full stop he marked for this relationship was also disabled.

Zhao Xianghai shook his head with a smile, and when he was about to put out his cigarette, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated violently.

He frowned, took out his mobile phone with one hand, and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

He picked up the phone and said in doubt, "Who is there?"

"Brother Hai, it's me!" A panicked male voice said, "Brother Hai, save me!"

Zhao Xianghai's heart tightened when he heard this voice with violent panting: "You are..."

"It's me," the man over there smiled wryly, "Brother Hai, it's me, I'm Yang Jiali!"