Evil President 【End】

She stood in the middle of the living room, trembling slightly, looking so thin and helpless, but her back was straight.

Discussions gradually rose around, especially the women, with shameless expressions on their faces, and said sarcastically, "It turns out that she has identified the wrong person. Let me tell you, how could she know His Royal Highness the Prince?"

"I don't think it's that simple, right? A woman nowadays can't do anything just to catch a golden turtle! But she's too courageous to do so in front of the princess!"

"That's right, I don't even look at my identity, I'm comparable to the princess!"

Zhixing's body trembled more and more, and it was very likely that he would fall down in the next second.The bloodshot lips were biting tightly, matching the pain in her heart.

"Forget it," a magnetic voice sounded, although the volume was not high, it shocked the audience, and everyone shut their mouths.

Ji'er raised her head, looked at him with complicated eyes, and slowly turned her face away.

Shaking the champagne in the glass, he said unhurriedly, "I don't think she did it on purpose."

Zhixing didn't care about the ridicule of the people around her and pointing at her with disdain, but after hearing his words, he closed his eyes and his heart suddenly sank.

She knew this man, if he really wanted to protect her, he would never let her stand here.He just wanted to get rid of the relationship and return to the current him without any burden.

Zhi Xing became a little uncertain. Does awakening the original memory mean that the series of thrilling pasts between them were just dreams?

whose dream?

Just hers?

If the reality must be so cruel, why would she take the risk of appearing here, just be the heartbroken her, at least, the person in her memory who loves her deeply and will never change in this life.She will carry this fond memory with her until the day she dies.

She suddenly missed Xiao Che so much, and wanted to hold her son and cry loudly.Her little Che will definitely coax her and say, "Mommy, don't cry when I'm here..."

Persistence is a moment, letting go is a moment. If this is what he really wants, she... will make it happen.

Zhixing turned around, and from the beginning to the end, he couldn't look up at him.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you upstairs." Qing took off his suit jacket in a gentlemanly manner and put it on her body.Against her petite body, the dress looked too big, just wrapped her thin body, and gave her a space to escape temporarily.

Qing naturally put his arms around her waist, but the moment his hands touched her, a sight mixed with cold wind pierced his arm like a knife.Qing was slightly taken aback, and when he turned around, the surroundings were bustling again, and he couldn't find that line of sight for a long time.

He narrowed his eyes, hugged Zhixing, and sent her back to the upstairs room.

"I'm going to change clothes." Zhixing hurried into the bathroom, but when she came out after changing clothes, Qing still didn't leave, sitting on her bed with big thorns, flipping through the magazines.

Zhixing frowned, he no longer had the time to deal with others, "I want to rest."

Qing put down the book in his hand, stood up, walked in front of her, put his hands in his pockets, and said lightly, "The next banquet will take a while." He paused, wanted to say something, stopped abruptly, stiff Said, "You have a good rest."

When he walked out of the room, he saw the guards standing outside. The two saluted him and simply reported, "It's an order from the commander."

Qing nodded and went downstairs without saying anything.

The room was very quiet, Zhixing habitually sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a cigarette, and lit one with trembling hands.The mint-flavored tobacco made her restless heart slowly settle down.She hasn't smoked for a long time, as long as she thinks that someone doesn't like it, she will subconsciously control it.

But today, she didn't want to.

Yan Shengjie's strange eyes, indifferent tone, and indifferent attitude...all were slowed down countless times, like slow motion, replaying in front of his eyes non-stop.The heart that was stabbed more and more became numb from the pain.In the end, were the past five years a dream, or what happened at this moment?

I don't know how long I sat like this until the sound of a car starting downstairs came, as if the banquet was over.She stood up, walked to the window, and happened to see Kule and others kindly escort Yan Shengjie and the princess out of the door.

She narrowed her eyes, turned around abruptly, took two deep puffs of cigarettes, and walked back to the room.

The moment she turned around, an evil gaze happened to sweep across, and at the same time, sharply caught the smoke in her hand...

The car drove out slowly, and Yan Shengjie sat in the car without saying a word, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and the air in the car suddenly dropped below zero.Ji'er looked at him timidly, bit her lip, but still didn't have the courage to speak.

When the car drove a few blocks away, Yan Shengjie suddenly said, "Stop."

Ji Er was startled, "Z, you..."

The driver stopped the car, Yan Shengjie opened the door, strode out, opened the trunk, took out a black backpack from inside, closed the trunk, and ordered to the driver, "Send her back."

"Yes."

Seeing that Yan Shengjie turned around and was about to leave, Ji'er became anxious, pushed open the door and rushed out, caught up and grabbed his arm tightly, "Z, you can't go back! Kule will find out!!"

Yan Shengjie didn't even look at her, shook off her arm, took off his suit jacket as he walked, and threw it to her, "Go back." His tone was cold and undeniable.

"Z! Have you forgotten how you have survived the past few years? Now is the most critical moment, don't you care about everything for her?!" Ji'er chased forward a few steps, and suddenly tripped fell, fell to the ground.

Yan Shengjie stopped in his footsteps, turned his head sideways, half closed his evil eyes, and said lightly, "Didn't you see, is she crying?"

After finishing speaking, he put on his backpack and ran forward without hesitation, his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Ji'er sat on the cold ground, tears blurred her vision, "Then did you see that I am also crying..."

*…*

Kooler was sitting in the study, listening to the recording in the reception room, the cigar between his fingers was already half-burned.

Qing stood beside him, frowning slightly, looked up at the commander, and said slowly, "She seems to be of no use to us."

Kule raised his fine eyes and glanced lightly, but it was colder than Frost, "Do you really think so?"

Qing pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

Putting the cigar in the ashtray and letting it light, Kule stood up, walked to the window with his hands folded, stared at the silence outside the window, narrowed his eyes intoxicated, and said coldly, "Tao Zhixing, it's us trump card."