184: C184 Dirty

C184 Dirty

It was late at night. Yeh Lanshu stood on the balcony on the second floor. She was wearing black silk pajamas and holding a glass of red wine in her hand.

Under the contrast of the warm yellow light behind her, she was like a ghost. On the surface, she looked calm, but her heart was already filled with ferociousness.

Her eyes flashed with a cold hatred, but the corners of her mouth contained a touch of coldness.

She stood there like a statue for an unknown period of time.

Until in the courtyard of the villa, there were two glaring lights that tore apart the darkness of the night. Only then did her heart jump.

Her eyes rolled as she saw the familiar car stop. Gao Weitine almost fell out of the car, causing her heart to suddenly tighten. She almost threw the wine cup in her hand to support him.

Fortunately, his assistant supported him and wanted to help him enter the room, but Gao Weitine waved his hand and let his assistant leave.

The assistant drove away. Gao Weitine did not immediately enter the house. Instead, he leaned against a tree and stood for a long time.

He seemed to have felt something and looked up at the window on the second floor. He saw the light there and the figure in the light, but it made him feel even more annoyed.

He sighed and still walked with a light step into the room.

He walked step by step into the bedroom and gently closed the door. He turned around and saw Yeh Lanshu still standing on the balcony without moving.

He walked over, reeking of alcohol. His voice was still gentle, "Why aren't you asleep yet? Wait for me?"

Yeh Lanshu turned around and looked at him with a mocking smile. But when she saw the bruises on his face, she was still stunned. "What happened? You went to fight again?"

Gao Weitine wiped the corner of his mouth. "It's nothing. I was beaten up by your brother!"

Yeh Lanshu:... "

Her heart sank, and there was no decline. She felt wronged and resentful, but she could not find an outlet to vent.

Gao Weitine reached out and took the wine glass from her hand. He said, "Your stomach is still not good. Why did you drink again? You go to sleep first, I'll go wash up!"

He took the glass to the bathroom and poured the leftover wine into the sink.

He looked at his bruised face in the mirror and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

Yeh Beixiao's domineering and arrogant words echoed in his ears, "Gao Weitine, you are not allowed to approach Nanxi again! If you have lived a comfortable life, then where are you from? Go back to where you came from! "

Where did he come from and where could he go?

Six years ago, he had already lost his direction!

He took a shower and changed into his pajamas. Yeh Lanshu was already lying on the bed, but her eyes were wide open as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

Gao Weitine looked at her. Even though he was vexed, he still lifted the blanket and lay down. He reached out and pulled him into his arms, saying softly, "Go to sleep!"

Yeh Lanshu's body trembled, but she suddenly shook off his hand. She even moved her body to the side of the bed.

Gao Weitine was stunned. He half got up and stared at her. "What's wrong?"

Yeh Lanshu could no longer maintain her calm. She coldly spat out a word, "Dirty!"

Gao Weitine's heart trembled. It was a little painful. He knew that she was disgusted by him during the day and hugged Jiang Nanxi.

Why did he hug her? Did she not understand?

She hated him for being dirty now. Why didn't he do it six years ago?

There was a fire burning in his chest, but he still suppressed it.0

He sighed and swallowed all his anger, saying, "Today Nanxi's leg was bitten by a wolf dog, and she was also put in a difficult position by the Jiang family's mother and son, so I..."

"That's why you are the hero who saved the beauty, isn't it? So, you don't care about my feelings at all. You don't care about the consequences of your actions. You just want to rush to her side, don't you? "

In the end, Yeh Lanshu could not control herself and shouted at him. Her eyes were already filled with tears.

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