The President's Sweet Trap

He sat on the ground, surrounded by broken glass debris. He seemed to be thinking. He lowered his head decadent, put his clothes on his body in disorder, and his hair was like holding a chicken nest. In one hand, he held a red wine bottle, in the other hand, he held a goblet, raised his head and poured down a glass. The wine he didn't swallow in time slid down his neck and fell on his clothes, leaching a little red.

Feeling someone in front of him, he raised his head and looked at Tang Luyao with bloodshot eyes. Her heart pumping fiercely. One night, his face was full of stubbles, and his haggard look made her heart ache, but he just looked at her coldly, then slowly lowered his head and said softly, "you're coming."

"Brother Jie..." Tang Luyao took him in her arms, put her head on his head and comforted him softly. "It doesn't matter, brother Jie, you and me. Yao Yao will always be by your side and will never leave you." His mother is up! I won't come back again. Why can't I put it down when I know this! It's been so long. I don't know when brother Jie can come out.

Tang Luyao hugged him tightly, and her eyes turned red unconsciously. She hoped that Zhao Yalan would not die. In that case, brother Jie would not be so sad as now.

"Yao Yao." Nan Chunjie murmured in her arms and looked up at her face. Obviously, he could see the pain in her eyes and the dry throat, which made him think he couldn't speak. She opened her mouth and spit out a few words. She obviously felt her body stiff.

He said, "where's Yunxi?"

Tang Luyao was stiff. He never thought he would suddenly ask this question. He reluctantly pulled out a smile on his face and said, "isn't she in the south?"

Hearing her answer, he lowered his head in disappointment, gently pushed her away, stood up shaking the wine bottle, the goblet in his hand slipped to the ground because it was not held firmly, and the crisp voice sounded in the quiet apartment.

She stared at the broken goblet on the ground and moved her eyes to see nanchunjie. He had left the kitchen and went to the living room. He poured red wine into the bottle mouth. She didn't see the bottle on the ground directly stepping on it. She slipped under her feet and leaned forward on the ground. In panic, the bottle that didn't hold steady fell to the ground, and the red wine flowed all over the floor.

"Brother Jie!" She gave a cry of worry and hurriedly reached out to pick him up, but he waved open, "don't touch me!"

Lying on his back directly in a posture, he put one hand on his face and covered his eyes. There seemed to be water across his eyes. He choked. He asked, "Yao Yao, I ask you, Yunxi?"

"Brother Jie..." he opened his mouth. Tang Luyao couldn't say what he had just said. He squatted on the ground and looked at him like this. He frowned and suddenly understood. He became like this because of Yunxi, not because of Zhao Yalan, but how could he suddenly ask Yunxi.

"Yunxi is dead." He spoke again.

She was surprised and flustered to deny, "how could it be?! Isn't Yunxi there? How could she die with southward dust protection? Or... "She thought of a possibility and said carefully," brother Jie, do you want her to be dead? "

She pursed her lips and pressed the corners of her mouth. If so, even if brother Jie knew she killed Yunxi, he wouldn't say anything. He might praise her for doing right, but his next words made her never laugh again.

"It's you who always wanted Yunxi to die, isn't it? Tang Luyao. "

"Brother Jie, you're drunk." She stretched out her hand to pull him up, supported him and let him sit on the sofa. She turned around to prepare the sober soup, but just two steps later, she heard the sound of broken glass behind her. She turned around and saw him punch on the tea table. The heavy tea table had been fragmented. The fragments of glass pierced his fist, and blood dripping down the broken glass.

"Tang Luyao, how much do you hate Yunxi to deal with her like this?"

At this time, even a fool understood what he meant, not to mention Tang Luyao. Her eyes were red and covered with water mist. She smiled and looked at Nan Chunjie, "you know." This is a positive sentence. He has been asking Yunxi and whether Yunxi is dead. If he didn't know, he would never ask these questions.

Her eyelashes trembled and tears burst into her eyes. She thought she would explain flustered when he knew it, but when it really happened, she would be so calm as if she was not her anymore.

She didn't deny it, which surprised Nan Chunjie. Normally, Tang Luyao would find various excuses to deny it, but now she doesn't. is it because she knows he already knows, so she doesn't intend to deny it, or because she thinks he will forgive her?

"Why on earth do you hate Yunxi so much!" He snapped. Tang Luyao never hid her attitude towards Yunxi in front of her, which is why he believed her so much.

"Because you love her." Tang Luyao's voice was soft, and her tears fell down like broken beads. "Because I love you, I don't want other women around you except me! All the women around you deserve to die! " In the end, she was a little crazy in her eyes. As long as she thought that there would be other women around Nan Chunjie, she couldn't stand it. She had to let them disappear.

Nan Chunjie looked at her in shock. He never knew she would have this idea. What she had done all the time was like a child protecting her things from others, so he took it for granted that she was just a spoiled child. But what she said now made him realize that she was crazy.

"Brother Jie, Yunxi is gone. She is gone." Tang Luyao sat beside him, carefully touched his face, looked at his face obsessively, moved her mouth and sighed with a smile, "there will be no other women around you, and there are no other men around me. It's nice that there are only two of us now. Brother Jie, you are also very happy, aren't you? "

Before nanchunjie could speak, she said, "yes, brother Jie will be very happy." Then he burst into laughter with tears in his eyes. Watching him gradually laugh, "you will be very happy!"

"Tang Luyao, you make me sick." Nan Chunjie looked at her and said word by word.

The voice suddenly stopped. She looked at him, turned her mouth and cried. In his eyes, she saw indifference and dislike, which had never been before.

Tears blurred her vision. Tang Luyao opened her eyes to see him clearly. From his eyebrows and eyes down, then his tall nose, and finally stopped on his lips. She remembered the taste there.

She kind of missed the smell there.