lover beside

Chapter 120

The red gauze bedside lamp emits a quiet but ambiguous light.Qing Huan lay on the bed, pulled the quilt up to her chin, and looked at Ziheng hesitantly, "Ziheng...ask me something that shouldn't be asked: Rose's house is yours, right? Could it be that the Cherokee she drives also belongs to you?" your?"

Ziheng smiled, "Yes. Qinghuan, you should know that I have always been a generous person. I never care about money for the woman I like."

Qing Huan frowned, feeling a faint pain in her heart.Didn't she have been like this before? Ziheng really did his best to please her, and he didn't care about the money.Qing Huan looked away, and asked quietly, "But, aren't you already with Wang Xiaoke? Why are you still with Rose...Have you been together for a long time?"

Ziheng smiled, "That's right. I have known Rose since I was in college. My little uncle got the agency of a French perfume brand, opened a flagship store in Wangfujing, and invited Rose to the platform. That's how we know each other."

Qing Huan felt sad, "Then, what about Wang Xiaoke?" Although she didn't appreciate Wang Xiaoke, at least Wang Xiaoke was also from D City. It is still to protect Wang Xiaoke.

Ziheng smiled, looked at the faint and bright desk lamp, and said after a while, "Who is it, what's the difference? Whether it's Wang Xiaoke or Rose, so what?" Zhu Qinghuan, "It's not you..."

Qing Huan looked away sadly.Ziheng like this made her feel even more unfamiliar.

"Ziheng, what you said just now will cause Rose to misunderstand. I think you should explain to her, otherwise the misunderstanding will be deep and it will be very troublesome."

Ziheng smiled lowly, "I know she will misunderstand. But at that moment, I couldn't care about her. I only saw your face pale and running away. Qing Huan, I saw it all. Qing Jin is really crazy... ..."

Qing Huan burst into tears, "Zi Heng, why did you help me just now?"

Ziheng smiled, "What I said is also true. Although that person is Qingjin, I have done similar things to you. So I did not take it on to help Qingjin, I just told the truth."

The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy, and Qing Huan didn't know what to say.

"Okay, Ziheng. Thank you. I'm a little dizzy. Let me lie down by myself, okay?"

"Qing Huan, you issued an order to evict guests? Just don't want to, see me?"

Qing Huan sighed, "Ziheng, I'm really uncomfortable. Please..."

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When Ziheng went out, his steps were considerate and light.Qing Huan wept sadly.

Ziheng is changing.He is no longer the boy in white clothes and sunshine when we first met.But he also knows that he is always changing, just like time is always passing by, just like the years of youth will eventually be replaced by growing up.People who were once familiar will eventually drift away; everything that was once thought to be familiar will eventually change with time.

In this world, is there anything that remains unchanged, is there anything that one can hold firmly with his fingertips?Can I stop being shocked, can I stop—sad?
I fell asleep in a chaotic state, but it seemed that there was a quarrel coming from the other side of the wall.The sound is not loud, but it can be heard because of the silence in Qinghuan's room.If it was in the noisy living room, it would definitely not be heard.

He frowned softly, trying not to listen, but the voice kept pouring into his ears——

"Ziheng, what do you mean?"

"Shh...don't say it so loudly. Rose, there's no need to make such a fuss, right? You've been in this circle for a long time, so there's nothing strange about it."

"I see...you don't like me at all, right! The way you look at her is something I've never seen before!"

"Heh... Rose, do you want me to marry you?"

Qing Huan had a splitting headache and lifted the quilt to cover her head.It has nothing to do with me, this is nothing more than an emotional transaction between a high-ranking official's son and a beautiful model.Don't listen, don't listen...

I don't know how long he was in a coma, but when Qing Huan woke up, the surroundings were already silent.Unbearably thirsty, Qing Huan got up to find water to drink.Gently out the door, the hall was already dark.The group of people were lying horizontally and vertically on the sofa in the hall, and the other guest rooms were also full of people.Qing Huan shook his head helplessly, this is a young man, and he just has the strength to ignore it.Just unconsciously looking for Qing Jin's figure.I don't know if Qing Jin was drunk or if she fell asleep without a quilt.But, I didn't find it...

Go to the kitchen and pour a glass of water.But I could faintly hear suppressed panting and groaning...

Qing Huan's heart trembled, and she wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't help but want to see it—under the dim light, on the scarlet mattress, Rose's perfect body was riding on a man, writhing crazily... Can't see Knowing who that man is, but seeing his half-length hair hanging down from the side of the bed...

Qing Huan's heart pounded, and she could hardly hold the cup in her hand.Walking back into the hall in disbelief, one by one, he looked at the people lying on the sofa and the floor stalls—there was no Qing Jin, there really was no Qing Jin!

Could it be that the person who was riding under Rose was actually Qing Jin!

Qing Huan was almost crazy, she didn't bother to get her coat, so she rushed out of the door—running into the night, letting her tears flow freely...

how could this be, how could this be...

In the vast night, only the dim light of street lamps.Qing Huan walked forward in a daze of no depth and depth, and an Audi on the side of the road was shining brightly.Qing Huan felt dizzy and hurriedly covered her eyes.There were clear footsteps, and with the warm embrace, Ziheng's concerned voice came in a hurry, "Why did you rush out like this! Where's the coat? Don't you know it's winter?!"

Qinghuan didn't want to talk, let alone answer Ziheng's question.She didn't want to recall, think, or hear what she had just seen...

Ziheng sighed and picked up Qing Huan, walked into Building No. 7 without hesitation, went up to the seventh floor familiarly, found the key from Qing Huan's pocket, and opened the door.Qing Huan has been in a daze, not wanting to ask how Ziheng knew she lived on the 7th floor of Building No. 7... Maybe there is nothing strange about it, after all, this house used to belong to Rose, maybe Ziheng visited at that time this house...

[The fourth of the fifth watch.Next update: around 1 o'clock. 】

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