Fairy Cries Only At Night

I always feel uneasy to follow Li Yan. I didn't feel it at ordinary times, but when a person doesn't have anything, this feeling is particularly strong.

Now Bingbing asks, this feeling is even more prosperous.

"You don't like Li Yan?" Bingbing's sudden sharp turn stunned me.

I looked at her in surprise, as if she had asked a idiotic question, "why should I like Li Yan?"

Bingbing puts down the milk tea, and the look on her face becomes more serious than ever. She stares at me motionless. When I strangely want to ask her, Bingbing sighs and turns to look out of the window.

The sunshine outside the window fell on her face, and the more luminous the makeup on her face, the more beautiful it was.

But in such a beautiful, I actually saw the vicissitudes of life.

"Qingqing, when I was very young, I knew the importance of money and the status of my daughter."

"My family values boys over girls. My brother fell ill when he was very young and needed a lot of money. My parents sold me to a 50-year-old man as a daughter-in-law. I was 12 at that time."

"I was afraid. I ran away, but I was caught back. I married the old man, but on my wedding night, I was robbed and raped by the old man's son. The old man's brain thrombosis died."

"The old man's son ate, drank, whored and gambled. He owed a lot of debt outside and offended a local boss. He couldn't help selling me to the boss. I was 15 at that time."

"I ran away again, but I still didn't succeed. I slept with many people that night."

Bingbing has never told me about her, and I have never heard of others. After all, Bingbing is a peripheral woman, not a lady of the east palace.

But when she said it, I knew how lucky I was.

It can be said that God has taken care of me.

"Stop, stop..." I held Bingbing's hand and my eyes were blurred.

I know I'm crying. I'm crying for my friend's experience, but more is God's injustice.

Why can some people be so good while others are so bitter?

"Qingqing, do you know how I got here?" I shook my head and kept shaking my head.

Cold and desolate smile.

"I came from Miss, too."

I opened my eyes in surprise. I didn't know it was like this at all, but when I think about it carefully, I can get to this point. As a young lady, I do have more opportunities to contact rich people.

I opened my lips, laboriously moved and wanted to say something, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't spit a word.

Bingbing looks at me. The vicissitudes and sadness in her eyes are like the dying poplar, withering and lonely.

"Qingqing, you are luckier than me."

I nodded. Yes, I'm luckier than Bingbing.

I met my adoptive mother and I met Jin Yan, so I should cherish it more.

Especially Jin Yan, how can I cure him!

"Qingqing, I don't know your life experience and what you have encountered before. However, what I want to tell you is that there are some things we can't have."

I don't understand. I looked at Bingbing confused, but Bingbing smiled, "you did a good job, at least in today's men."

"But I'm worried that this will one day become a sharp weapon to hurt you."

"Sister Bingbing, what do you mean?"

I finally spit out the words hard, but Bingbing picked up her eyebrows, took a cigarette and lit it. The white smoke was like the best disguise, but the smoke dispersed, and her face returned to the original cold indifference.

"Sister Bingbing?"

Bingbing shakes the cigarette ash, slightly hooks the corners of her mouth, looks at me with a penetrating light in her eyes, which makes me flustered, "I remember you and Li Mei don't seem very good."

I nodded, surprised, "how do you know?"

"Now she and Lin Shi are together. It's OK for you to be around Li Yan. It's estimated that she doesn't dare to do anything, but if you leave Li Yan, you have to be careful of her."

"What do you mean?" I can understand Bingbing's words, but I feel that the real meaning in her words is not this.

Bingbing didn't answer me. Her cell phone rang.

I bowed my head to drink milk tea, but the milk tea became insipid.

"Well, I'm leaving. I'll see you again when I have a chance!"

"Hey, sister Bingbing!"

Bingbing said to go and didn't give me the chance to continue asking. I frowned and watched her slim figure get into the black car and leave. I felt a sense of irritability in my heart.

Pick up the bag and walk out, "miss!"

I turned around and a waiter ran towards me.

I looked at him suspiciously, "what's up?"

"You haven't paid yet." the waiter handed me a bill. I looked at the consumption number on it and patted my forehead. It's too cold!

Li Yan came back early today, even earlier than me. At the moment I approached the villa, Li Yan had already sat on the sofa reading documents.

"Aren't you busy today?" I was surprised.

Li Yan raised his eyes and looked at me. The food in my hand stopped.

I quickly raised it, pointed to the seashells in the bag, smiled and said to him, "look, I bought your favorite seashells!"

Li Yan's eyes stayed on the bag for a few seconds and finally settled on my face, "I came back late today."

The smile on my face froze and I came in with my bag.

I thought of Bingbing. Her business is like a heavy yoke. Although it is not set on me, I still have a heavy feeling.

"I saw Bingbing and we talked for a while."

I carried the food into the kitchen. I didn't want to say more about the ice, so I buried myself in cooking.

It's probably due to my mood. I didn't cook this meal well. Of course, it's not that bad, but it's not as delicious as usual. I always feel that something is missing.

I looked at the dishes that didn't move much on the table, and then looked at Li Yan. Those thick black eyebrows wrinkled with an unspeakable cold. I quickly stood up, "I, I'll do it again!"

I was so nervous that I was afraid of Li Yan's anger. At that time, my life would be difficult again.

"No."

I turned around and looked at Li Yan nervously, but Li Yan picked up the dishes on the table and ate them.

I didn't expect that Li Yan was not angry and didn't believe it, so I was worried about rectifying the meal until Li Yan went out.

I constantly scold myself and tell myself not to think about anything.

But Bingbing had a great impact on me. Even if I tried my best to comfort myself, it was still useless, and I had nightmares at night.

I dreamed that what grandma's son didn't do to me came true in my dream, and then what my adoptive father didn't do to me came true.

I kept struggling and shouting, trying to escape them, but they locked me tightly and scolded me again and again.

I hissed and cried, "no! Please don't!"

"Ah! Don't..."