Did she know that he was uneasy and afraid just now? He was angry that she didn't understand the dangers of men, and she followed the man into a room.
Wei Siqi looked at Wen Zhixing with a sullen face, her voice thick with anger. She glared at him and said harshly, "Wen Zhixing, are you sick? That man is my boyfriend. Even though I live with him, it's normal for him not to come out tonight. What danger can happen?"
Wen Zhixing's face was gloomy, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were grim, and he suppressed his anger: "No, I won't allow it, Wei Siqi."
Wei Siqi's eyes were filled with hatred. She raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "What if you don't allow it? What's going to happen between him and me, no matter how it happens, has nothing to do with you because you have no right to control it."
Wen Zhixing's face was gloomy and filled with anger. He rarely got angry, but at this moment, his face was completely gloomy. With a cold look in his eyes, he said sullenly, "Wei Siqi, how dare you."
Wei Siqi stared at him and said in a deep voice, "Don't you dare, he and I have already had sex. In a few months, we will be engaged."
Wen Zhixing heard, "It happened, they're engaged."
At that moment, he seemed to be unable to breathe and everything became quiet.
He lowered his eyes, drooping them weakly, his whole body filled with weakness and pain.
He clenched his dangling hands tightly, met her gaze, and said in a hoarse and bitter voice, "Do you really have to marry him?"
Wei Siqi's eyes were red. She looked at Wen Zhixing in front of her, her voice choked with sobs: "Why do you have to do this?
We've missed it.
Wen Zhixing said, "Next time you meet someone you like, don't miss it. Once you miss it, nothing will be right. If the feeling is wrong, nothing will be right." She pushed him away, turned around, put her hand on the doorknob, lowered her eyes and whispered, "Have someone take away the bouquet today."
Wen Zhixing's handsome face was filled with self-mockery, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is there no chance at all?"
A tear slipped from the corner of Wei Siqi's eye, and her voice was a little hoarse: "No more."
Then he said, "Since you don't want to take the flowers, I have to throw them away." Then he opened the door and left.
Wen Zhixing's eyes dimmed slightly, as if a sharp knife was cutting his heart.
Only at this moment did he understand how painful it was for the little girl to confess her love to him that day and be rejected!
Wei Siqi took the elevator downstairs, left the hotel, got into the car, and quietly shed tears, pursed her lips, suppressing her pain!
The pain of the day when my confession was rejected came back to me!
She won't look back, if you miss it, you miss it!
night.
The study was dark and filled with smoke.
Wen Zhixing sat on the chair, biting the cigarette butt lightly, blurring his pain at the moment and making it difficult to see clearly!
In the dark night, in the silent space, the phone on the desk rang.
Wen Zhixing was smoking a cigarette, glanced at the incoming call on his phone, and picked up the call: "Hello." His tone was dry and hoarse.
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