Wolfish president: not to be your woman

Think about it. It's just a quick description.

Time is easy to grow old, so he hurried through thirty-three years.

Pick up the wine cup in your hand, lift it gracefully in front of Qingya, and gently touch her wine cup, "Qingya, tomorrow, you will be my guide."

This sentence is only in silence.

With everything, she doesn't need to leave.

In fact, there is no need to say commitment.

With heart and no love, saying is equal to not saying.

He can't afford to love any woman.

He doesn't seem to love anymore.

All the feelings of love have come to an end when the woman has done everything and disappeared into his world.

It's not that I don't want to love.

It's love, too tired.

Qingya smiled with joy. Her delicate facial features were filled with a happy look. Aunt Qing really knew Ke Hezhe best. She did what aunt Qing said and did, and she really had an effect.

Ke Hezhe no longer rejected her. A glass of wine soon fell into her stomach in happiness, which also made her face blush, and her body began to feel the heat of wine. It felt good.

"He Zhe, have another drink." everything went smoothly in aunt Qing's arrangement.

"OK." he answered lightly. Although there was less tenderness in his words, at least his eyes when he looked at her were no longer rejection.

Kehezhe's cell phone rang when Qingya picked up the wine bottle to pour the liquor.

Ke Hezhe subconsciously picked up the phone. It was his mother who had just left.

"Mom, are you home?"

"It's almost here. That's why I called you. Qingya is a good girl. I'm afraid you'll make people cry again."

"Mom, No." he's just a man who won't love, but careless doesn't mean he's a ruthless and amorous man.

Aunt Qing didn't put down the phone, but chatted with Ke Hezhe without a word.

Qingya knows that Aunt Qing is giving her a chance.

Her fingers trembled, but she promised aunt Qing that she must do it.

These are not only to make aunt Qing happy, but also because she loves the man in front of her very much.

If there had been no Wu Yanran, he would have been her husband.

Waited for him for five years.

Five years is neither long nor short.

It was the youngest and most beautiful five years of a woman's life.

Seeing Ke Hezhe talking on the phone with aunt Qing, Qingya quietly took out the small paper bag, and then quickly sprinkled the white powder in the small paper bag into Ke Hezhe's glass. After that, she put down her tension and calmly poured brandy into it

When Ke Hezhe hung up the phone, Qingya was looking at the street view outside the glass window of the bar and meditating freely.

Walking towards her, Ke Hezhe smiled apologetically, "you see, I'm such a big man. My mother still doesn't trust me."

"It's normal. In the eyes of the mother, children will always be their own children no matter how old they are."

"Oh, according to you, if I have children in the future, he is 60 and I am 90, then he is also a child?"

"Er, even if you start working hard now, your child is 33 years worse than you. It turns out that you are so poor in math." Qingya finally regained her feeling. Being with Ke Hezhe is her best time.

What she can do is to be smart, happy and relaxed in front of him.

He likes smart women.

But that woman is not smart at all. If she is smart, she shouldn't hurt him or turn a blind eye to the love he gave her.

That's a silly woman.

Put down Ke Hezhe's stupid woman.

She wants to relax now. If she can, she wants to have his child.

Then, a wedding is natural.

Ke Hezhe showed his signature charming smile and said casually, "maybe."

"Maybe what?"

"My child, maybe I really have a child 30 years younger than me?" he was just joking. He was observing Qingya's reaction, but he didn't know that there were really two of his children in the world, and they were really 30 years younger than him.

"I'm kidding again. If you want children, you won't let aunt Qing talk about it every day." seeing Ke Hezhe pick up his glass, Qingya looks at his Zhang Junyan nervously.

Maybe this night, the dream can come true.

Becoming his woman is her dream for five years.

The wine glass touched his lips, but Ke Hezhe suddenly remembered something and put it down. "Qingya, you also want to drink some white wine. The wine is boring, just like a drink."

Qingya was a little unnatural. She thought he didn't want to drink, but now after listening to him, she put down her heart and picked up the empty bottle of brandy on the table. "You see, it's gone. Some of the whole bottle has gone into your stomach, and some are in your cup."

"It doesn't matter. I'll give you some of mine." Ke Hezhe poured a little and a half of the brandy in his cup into Qingya's cup without thinking about it. "I'm more, you're less. Let's go." just like his mother's wish.

But he just wanted to do it once when he was drunk.

Then you won't feel guilty.

Because he couldn't afford love, he still felt that such a choice was unfair to Qingya.

Qingya's hand trembled slightly. She picked up the wine glass. She knew what it meant after drinking the wine in it.

Maybe it's better. This is God's will, so that at least she doesn't have to panic on the spot.

"He Zhe, cheers!"

“cheers！”

The cups collided with each other crisply, and then two people leaned back.

Only the liquor has changed its composition.

An unknown.

One knows.

But those who know are praying.

Everything comes from love.

But the worst thing about love is calculation.

Sometimes there will be retribution.

Thin drunk and overflowing, Qingya Weimi wears a pair of water cut autumn eyes, "he Zhe, I'm sleepy. Let's go back."

She was afraid, afraid of going back late, afraid that the drug strength in each other's bodies would attack on the road, then it was miserable.

In front of the lobby of the hotel, Ke Hezhe stopped. No matter what would happen this night, he still wanted to book another room.

It's about Qingya's reputation.

Just because she was not an ordinary woman, Rong's estate was not under the Ke family, but she waited for him for five years.

Gently shook his head, his head suddenly a little dizzy, don't think, don't think of anything.

"Make a reservation."

"I'm sorry, there are no vacant rooms."

"What?" Ke Hezhe was slightly annoyed. How could it be so coincidental.

"Sir, is your last name Ke?"

"Well, my name is Ke."

"Mr. Ke, another Mr. Ke has booked four rooms. If I remember correctly, you and the young lady should be four."

"Four?" when they came, they had only three. "Who booked four rooms?"

"Another Mr. Ke booked it. He said that there is a spare room. He is afraid that there will be a temporary need for a customer's visit. If you want to book a room for this lady, it's better to let her stay in the spare room of Mr. Ke first. Anyway, you are together. I'll reserve another room for you when someone checks out tomorrow."

When was Ke Hexi so considerate? There were three people, but he booked four rooms. "OK, give me the door card."

"OK." the lobby manager looked in the drawer, and then quickly took out four door cards, "I don't know how Mr. Ke arranged your room, and I don't know which room you live in. Since you are together, I'll give you the four door cards together, so you don't have to wake up the other Mr. Ke and ask."

"Thank you." the lobby manager was really thoughtful.

At this moment, Gu Yaner and Ke Hexi must have slept.

With the door card, Ke Hezhe took Qingya and got on the elevator.

Head, more and more dizzy, the scenery in front of me seems to be shaking.

"Qingya, that wine has a great aftereffect," he said vaguely, thinking that the current discomfort was due to brandy.

Qingya smiled and didn't say much, "he Zhe, here we are. Let's go down."

Step off the elevator and walk on the carpet, making walking quiet.

Ke Hezhe took out four cards from his pocket and looked at the numbers on the watch card. He thought hard, "Qingya, this room should be uninhabited. You live in this one."

"Qingya took it," thank you. "

Ke Hezhe watched Qingya enter the room, plug in the card and get the electricity. He closed the door for her and was ready to go back to the room.

He began to count the doors. When he came, he counted them one by one,