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Chapter 3 Unforgettable

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    Thinking of this, Yan Xiaoshi realized that she drank too much last night, and it was Zhou Shaoting who brought her home.

    Well, it must be so!  She mentally affirmed her collage of memories.

    "Thank you for taking me back."

    Xiao Shi hesitated for a moment, and quickly went through a few names in his mind: Shao Ting?  Mr. Zhou?  Mr. Zhou?  In the end, I decided to use the simplest personal pronoun.

    The left corner of Zhou Shaoting's mouth twitched, as if he had smiled, but his voice was cold, "No need. Go take a shower first, Auntie has prepared a change of clothes for you."

    Xiaoshi looked down at the skirt stained by wine stains and vomiting, annoyed at her gaffe last night.  Looking up again, he was looking at Shao Ting's gaze from last week, and that gaze was also cold.

    I don't know if it's because I'm overthinking, but Xiaoshi always feels that there is still a hint of sarcasm in that gaze, as if looking at a crappy decoration.

    Her heart throbbed, and she lowered her eyes in a hurry, only to hear the man order: "Aunt Liu, please clean the room where this young lady lived in a while, and remember to open the window for ventilation."

    Open windows for ventilation?  Is this an expression of dislike for her?

    The girl's sensitivity and self-esteem prevented her from being silent any longer.  So, she raised her head, stubbornly looked directly at the man sitting in the sun, and replied in a cold tone, "No need! Thank you, Mr. Zhou, I'm leaving first."

    Perhaps it was because he hadn't been spoken in such a tone for a long time, the man seemed startled for a moment, closed the magazine and put it on the table, made a "please sit down" gesture, and said, "Then have some breakfast.  "

    Xiaoshi followed his gestures and looked over. The most unpretentious Western breakfast was displayed on the white tablecloth: sliced ??bread, fried eggs, and milk, highlighting the monotony that was extremely disproportionate to the wide space.

    However, this is exactly Zhou Shaoting's consistent style - advocating simplicity and omitting choices.  He calls it an "efficient way of life", abandoning the temptation of complicated and external things, so as to concentrate precious energy and time on the career of the heart.  Therefore, he never pursues, and he doesn't even care about the cost of food and clothing.  Jade delicacies can be a meal, and three buns can also be a meal.

    This is probably the reason why he can achieve such achievements now-because of his focus, he is so efficient.

    Xiao Shi secretly sighed in her heart.

    However, in the past, Zhou Shaoting ate porridge in the morning. He had a bad stomach, and he was prone to acid reflux and heartburn when eating Western food.  On the contrary, she herself, although she has never been abroad, likes to eat western food, drink coffee, and play petty bourgeoisie.

    How does this guy change his taste now?  It is estimated that I have been used to eating abroad for many years and adapted to it.

    Xiaoshi's mood eased somewhat, but she still insisted, "No, thank you."

    "Eat breakfast before leaving. Empty stomach after drunk is not good for the stomach." The man's voice suddenly increased a few decibels, and his tone became an unquestionable order.

    Is this caring about her?  Xiao Shi's heart suddenly moved.

    She noticed that there was a small pot of coffee by the table, and Zhou Shaoting never drank coffee.

    In the past, she almost passed a cup of coffee every day, and sometimes he handed it to Shao Ting, but he didn't buy it, "I don't drink it. I don't feel like drinking coffee, and I can't sleep." Only a few times, he reluctantly touched his lips.  end¡­¡­

    But now, Xiao Shi is staring at the coffee on the corner of the table in a trance. The small, delicate pot is kept warm by an induction cooker.

    At this time, Aunt Liu, who had gone upstairs to tidy up the room at some point, came down, holding a mobile phone in her hand, and stood behind Xiaoshi in an orderly manner.

    "Miss, your cell phone."

    Xiao Shi was in a trance, startled by the sudden voice, turned around quickly, took the phone with both hands, and nodded his thanks.

    Zhou Shaoting's eyes were also concentrated on that mobile phone, and after a while, he said lightly as if he remembered something: "Oh, you have a lot of missed calls."

    Xiaoshi's heart suddenly felt sore, she knew who was calling without looking at it, with such attentive care, no matter who it was, it should be easy to guess the identity of the caller, right?  And his tone is clearly dispensable, and it has nothing to do with him.

    The girl couldn't help but looked up at the man who spoke just now, and saw that he lowered his eyebrows, picked up his cup, and took a sip of milk. His calm expression seemed a little more indifferent and alienated than before.  The morning sunlight coated his tall and straight outline with a light golden halo, and looking at it at this moment, it hurts his eyes sorely.

    Sure enough, men are more likely to forget their feelings than women.

    Xiaoshi smiled wryly in her heart, and then said simply: "Thank you for your kindness, I'll go first."

    This time, the master did not keepThe downcast eyes looked a little indifferent, and he ordered lightly: "Jin Xin, send Miss Yan off."

    Immediately someone answered "Yes" at the door.

    However, Xiaoshi pursed her lips, "No, I'll just go by myself."

    The man looked up at her, nodded slightly and said, "Okay, it's up to you."

    Xiao Shi immediately turned around and walked towards the door as if he was about to receive an amnesty.

    At the imposing entrance, there was already a young man in a neat suit waiting.  Seeing Xiaoshi approaching, he took a step back to show his respect, and then took two quick steps to the front, pushing open the heavy door for the lady.

    When Xiaoshi stepped out of the door, he nodded to the young man.  The young man also gave her a smile in return without hesitation. It was clean, brilliant, and full of vigor, which actually made the haze in her heart dissipate a bit.

    The door closed behind her, and finally cut off the space between her and that person.

    Xiaoshi looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and breathed fresh air into his oppressed chest.

    After all, the sun is still there, and spring is still there.

    Listening to the sound of the door opening and closing, Zhou Shaoting knew that the girl had left.  He never looked up, but he imagined the back of the girl disappearing at the door in his heart.

    She left, leaving him sitting alone at the huge dining table in the morning light of early spring, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

    The man slowly took a piece of bread, brought it to his mouth, took a big bite, and chewed mechanically.  Today's white bread seems exceptionally tasteless.  He casually put the bread on the plate, got up and went upstairs.

    When passing the guest room where the girl slept last night, he involuntarily slowed down.

    At this time, Aunt Liu was coming out of the room, holding a lot of changed bedding, and almost ran into him when she went out, and hurriedly backed away.

    Zhou Shaoting didn't say anything, he turned his body and motioned for her to go first.  When his aunt went downstairs, he stood for another two seconds before walking into the room.

    Standing in front of the bed, although the quilt and pillow covers have been replaced with new ones, I can still imagine the scene of the drunken girl sleeping on it last night.

    That girl never drank before, and rarely went to the bar to play, she only ordered drinks.  But last night, she was clearly drunk.  She vomited, she grasped his skirt in panic with her slender and white hands, and wiped it clumsily, trying to wipe off the stains, but she didn't dare to look up at him, she leaned on the wall and tried her best to leave, the back of the messy footsteps  getting weaker

    Last night, Zhou Shaoting was on his way to discuss matters with the project leader.  Unexpectedly, when she went out to answer a phone call, she bumped into Yan Xiaoshi who was drinking like that.

    After returning to the VIP private room and taking a seat, he was a little absent-minded, and secretly instructed Jin Xin in a low voice: go and find out where the 218 guests came from.

    When Jin Xin replied with Hou Qinan's name, Zhou Shaoting couldn't sit still.  After working together for several years, he had seen the old guy's "beauty-loving heart". He was afraid that he would meet Yan Xiaoshi today, so he asked Jin Xin to report first, and he excused himself to leave.

    As soon as he entered private room 218, Zhou Shaoting saw a drunk girl sitting on a chair and giggling.

    He was suffocated in his heart, not only because this woman was drunk and didn't cherish her body, but also because of his hopeless waiting, numbness of disappointment, and sinking of despair

    No, not only anger, but also hatred.

    He hated this woman, hated that she disappeared from his world secretly without even saying hello; he hated himself even more, knowing that there was nothing more to love, but he couldn't forget it.

    He originally wanted to look at her self-willed depravity with cold eyes and taste some pleasure of revenge, but seeing her pouring herself a glass of wine, smiling with tears, he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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