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Xiao Ye's eyes seemed to be glued to Zhao Xianghai's body.

He told himself in his heart that he had already broken up, so there was no need to stare at him like this anymore, what happened to him had nothing to do with him.

but……

He even wondered if his cervical spine and eyeballs were suddenly sick. Why couldn't his neck move and his eyes couldn't move?

Zhao Xianghai walked into the venue wearing a silver-gray haute couture suit. His leather shoes were shiny, and he was in high spirits. Before his hair came, he had his hair styled and styled. He looked handsome and charming.

Xiao Ye looked at him, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

When Zhao Xianghai turned his head and met Xiao Ye's gaze, Xiao Ye was suddenly startled.

When he saw Zhao Xianghai's face, his first thought was... This man, he has lost so much fucking weight!

Xiao Ye frowned immediately, and his breathing became a little heavy.

Zhao Xianghai noticed Xiao Ye's undisguised eyes, and stood there for a moment.

He originally wanted to go away directly. After all, the two are no longer couples who sleep together in the same bed, and there is no need for any intersection.But the men and women around, their eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them from time to time like a searchlight, like a dog smelling a bone, thirsty for gossip, and never let go of any details.

Zhao Xianghai thought about it in his heart, took a glass of champagne from the tray of the waiter next to him, strode up to Xiao Ye, and chuckled lightly: "Mr. Xiao, hello."

Xiao Ye's expression changed suddenly, and he lowered his voice: "...what did you call me?"

"Mr. Xiao," Zhao Xianghai repeated, lowering his voice, "Others are waiting to see our gossip. Now that we are separated, we are still friends. Why don't you behave more naturally, so as not to become someone else's talking point."

Xiao Ye listened to Zhao Xianghai's words, but his heart was stabbed by the word "Mr. Xiao", and it hurt him a lot.

President Xiao...

They have now reduced to calling each other like this!

The two of them used to sleep on the same bed, under a quilt.They used to be so close, so violently probed each other's depth or length. In those private nights, they said countless kinds of vulgar words, and even watched the most real appearance of each other countless times when they picked up all sides.

But now, they are standing under the dazzling lights, holding wine glasses, with polite and distant business expressions, calling each other Mr. Zhao and Mr. Xiao.

Life is so fucking ridiculous.

Xiao Ye's face was tense, trying not to let the emotions in his heart vent.Holding the champagne, he touched Zhao Xianghai with a cold face, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Well, Mr. Zhao."

When the people around saw their appearance and heard their names, they left with a sigh, each of them convinced in their hearts that these two people really broke up.

The kind that [-] glue can't stick back.

But, where no one saw, Xiao Ye's fingers pinched into the flesh of his palm so hard that his nails turned white.

After the banquet started, everyone was seated.

I don't know if the organizers arranged it unintentionally, or in response to the crowd's call for gossip. The seats of Zhao Xianghai and Xiao Ye are actually connected together.

Ye Ting felt so embarrassed that his teeth were sore, he secretly asked Xiao Ye: "Do you want to change seats with you?"

Xiao Ye was very moved by Ye Ting's thoughtfulness, and then rejected him coldly.

He said: "I told you everything. I broke up with him. We are just friends now. I have forgotten all the things that should have been forgotten before. Changing seats now seems even more deliberate."

After hearing this, Ye Ting felt that this man's words were not right, and his nonsense skills were getting better and better.

Obviously don't want to change it.

Sitting next to Zhao Xianghai, Xiao Ye looked at the president of the Entrepreneurs Association who was giving a speech on the stage, but from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but keep paying attention to Zhao Xianghai's movements.

Zhao Xianghai lost weight, and the contours of his cheeks became more distinct.His slender legs overlapped, and the shiny black leather shoes and tightly wrapped suit pants gave him a unique mature charm and sexiness of a man.

The president on the stage was still talking, Zhao Xianghai listened for a while, picked up the phone and replied the message, put it down for a while, picked up the phone again.

Who is he messaging?

Xiao Ye couldn't help but secretly glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

The sudden appearance of the word Song Xiu on the screen made him wish that he could not see anything with the eye of a needle just now, and his eyes instantly became darker.

Zhao Xianghai was sending messages to Song Xiu, and so frequently?

Xiao Ye pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, as if his heart was being held tightly by a hand, making him feel uncomfortably stuffy.

After Zhao Xianghai broke up with him, he still kept in close contact with Song Xiu.

They won't be together, will they?

The fuck won't be a couple so soon, right?

It's only been two months!

This thought and question, with thorns, ran rampant in Xiao Ye's mind.After a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, with a cold face, he tried to ask casually as if he didn't care: "You have a good relationship with Song Xiu now, don't you?"