Chapter 7 (1/2)

”What's the matter with your company?” At this time, Yan Shiqi leaned against the lamp post beside him. His big eyes, misty and foggy, did not blink. He tilted his head to talk.

Ying Feifei nodded silently and took her to the parking lot: ”go, I'll take you home first!”

”No!” Yan Shiqi pushed her hand, voice light slow, ”hurry to the company, it's only nine o'clock, I can go home!”

Ying Feifei is full of doubts, ”are you sure?”

Yan Shiqi smiles and fiddles with the hair beside his ear. The scattered hair on the head of the ball shakes in the night wind. ”I'll take a taxi and go back. It's not far away!”

The company's affairs are too urgent for Feifei to delay.

When she saw off the inkstone in person, she got into a taxi and rushed to the company.

What Ying Feifei didn't expect was that the taxi just turned a street, and Yan Shiqi asked the driver to stop. After getting off, she went into a music bar

In the bar box, there are two bottles of black tea, a bucket of ice and ten bottles of iced black tea on the tea table.

Inkstone seven skilled black and ice black tea poured together, and added some ice, holding the crystal cup sniffed, satisfied with the squint, poured a mouthful.

The concentration is just right, with the sweet taste of iced black tea and astringent wine.

She took out her mobile phone, turned on the music player, leaned on the sofa and listened to the music prelude with a lonely expression.

Pei Tang is back

Ye xinuan's words, like a magic spell, kept circling in her ears.

Just like the song: as long as you love the wrong person, heartache is more real than happiness, why is love so ironic

At this time, Yan Shiqi is like a discarded doll, pitying herself in the corner alone. She is not sad for spring and autumn, but she has encountered too many things today and can't slow down for a while.

Unconsciously, she had drunk half a bottle of black prescription.