She hadn't drunk enough yet, so she wouldn't leave.

"I'm not leaving. You let go of me. If I don't let it go again, I'll call the police. ”

An Zhexi simply carried Jiang Ruoying on his shoulders. In Jiang Ruoying's slapping and scolding, Jiang Ruoying was thrown into An Zhexi's Land Rover.

The car turned around and drove towards Jiang Changchen's home.

Jiang Ruoying's eyelids, which could no longer be raised, opened them vigorously. Muttered, "Don't go home." Don't, no, don't send me home. Send me, me, send, send, send ......"

"Where?" Ahn Cheol-hee asked.

Jiang Ruoying did not speak.

Ahn Cheol-hee asked again: "Where to send?" ”

Jiang Ruoying still didn't speak.

An Zhexi turned his head to see that Jiang Ruoying, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was already asleep.

The car turned around and drove towards Jiangyun International Hotel.

He has a suite on the top floor of the hotel.

Let her rest here for the night.

……。

Put Jiang Ruoying on the bed and cover the quilt. Ahn Cheol-hee prepares to leave.

Jiang Ruoying rolled over and muttered, as if she was talking in a dream.

"Zhao Jiabin, you're a bastard. Bastard. ”

A man's name overflowed from Jiang Ruoying's mouth.

Zhao Jiabin? Ahn Cheol-hee heard the name for the first time. Who is this man? Could it be Jiang Ruoying's boyfriend? No, Jiang Ruoying doesn't have a boyfriend? That's an ex-boyfriend?

What kind of man is this, making her so painful.

Jiang Ruoying turned over again and faced An Zhexi. His eyes were tightly closed, and he was still muttering, "Zhao Jiabin, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life." No! Men don't have a good thing,"

An Zhexi almost understood that Jiang Ruoying had been hurt in love, and the injury was not light, so she didn't believe in men.

Even hates men.

Originally, she had no intersection with him, but since the one-night stand, he could no longer face Jiang Ruoying calmly.

He could feel his heart slowly changing.

For nearly a year, he has been convincing himself not to think about that matter anymore, and not to think about Jiang Ruoying anymore.

But he found that the more he convinced himself, the more unconvinced he became.

Until, tonight, Tong Zhen lied to him and said that Jiang Ruoying had something for her to convey. He went to her appointment.

I didn't expect to meet Jiang Ruoying by coincidence.

Why, I want to try to forget, but I always can't forget.

He smiled a little self-deprecatingly, his love started with a one-night stand, would he be laughed off by Wei Junmu.

Jiang Ruoying is a thorny rose. Ahn Cheol-hee wasn't sure if he could pick it up.

"Wow......" Jiang Ruoying's stomach churned, and she lay on the side of the bed and began to vomit.

I spit out all the noodles I ate at night.

"Wow......" Before Ahn Cheol-hee could hand over the trash can, she vomited again.

patted Jiang Ruoying and handed her a glass of water. Let her rinse her mouth.

The dirt in one place and the unpleasant smell emitted by the dirt made An Zhexi, who has a habit of cleanliness, his brows almost twisted.

I pressed an internal line, called the cleaner, and cleaned the ground.

I vomited, and my stomach felt much better.

Jiang Ruoying opened his eyes in a daze, looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on An Zhexi.

She was stunned. Holding himself and retreating to the bed.

"Why are you here? What do you want? Jiang Ruoying looked at An Zhexi with a wary expression.

Ahn Cheol-hee stepped out of bed and stepped back into the sofa next to her, keeping a safe distance from her.

"Don't be afraid, I didn't want to do anything to you."

Jiang Ruoying looked incredulous: "Then why did you get me to the hotel?" ”

"You fell asleep drunk, I asked you where to send you, and you didn't say, I had to get you to the hotel." Ahn Cheol-hee explained in a down-to-earth manner.

"Really?"

"Really."

Jiang Ruoying got off the bed and tidied up her clothes. Pick up your bag and get ready to go.

"Jiang Ruoying." Ahn Cheol-hee screamed.

"What?"

"Just gone?"

Jiang Ruoying looked at An Zhexi with an unkind face, "Otherwise, how do you have to go?" ”

"Let's talk."

Jiang Ruoying didn't want to talk to him, they were strangers at all.

"There's no need."

Ahn Cheol-hee walked quickly to the door of the suite and pressed it. Turn around and sit back on the couch.

Jiang Ruoying paused and understood.

"An Zhexi, are you sick, what door are you locking?"

"Let's talk." Ahn Cheol-hee still has that light voice.

Jiang Ruoying threw her bag on the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. No more talking.

An Zhexi said slowly: "What happened that night, whether you want to talk about it or don't want to talk about it, it has already happened, I know that you didn't take it to heart at all, but, but I really want to be responsible for you." I know, that's your first time. ”

"I didn't want you to be responsible, and you don't have to blame yourself for that." Jiang Ruoying just wanted not to entangle with him, she couldn't trust any man.

"What's wrong with me?"

Jiang Ruoying didn't want to fall in love at all, whether he was good or not, what did it have to do with her. This Ahn Cheol-hee is relying on her, right?

"Ahn Cheol-hee, what exactly are you trying to express? Don't you tell me you're in love with me? We're just one-night stands, and it's drunk, you don't know anything about me, I don't know about you, and besides, you're not my cup of tea, let's stop dwelling on what happened that night, okay? You're a man, and you don't suffer, you don't have to. ”

"Then who's your dish? Zhao Jiabin? ”

As soon as Zhao Jiabin's three words came out of An Zhexi's mouth, Jiang Ruoying's body stiffened.

"How do you know the name?"

Ahn Cheol-hee said truthfully: "You are drunk, you said it yourself." ”

"What else did I say?" Jiang Ruoying knew that she was drunk and misunderstood, so she wouldn't tell all the stories she had with Zhao Jiabin.

Ahn Cheol-hee raised his eyebrows, "Everything that needs to be said has been said." ”

Jiang Ruoying has the heart to die. She covered her face and longed to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"So, you ......" Ahn Cheol-hee's words were not finished.

Jiang Ruoying interrupted hurriedly, "I want you to take care of it." ”

Ahn Cheol-hee's thin lips pursed into a line and sighed deeply.

"If it's gone, forget it, and if it's not over, make amends."

Zhao Jiabin's matter had already passed in Jiang Ruoying's heart, but the damage caused to her at that time was too great. That's why she has nightmares.

She didn't want to discuss with Ahn Cheol-hee about Cho Ka-bin

"You don't have to worry about my affairs, have you finished talking?"

"Jiang Ruoying, do you think I really won't get angry and angry?" Ahn Cheol-hee's cheek muscles moved.

"You want to talk to me, I didn't mess with you, did I? Why do you still want to hit someone? ”

An Zhexi shook his head speechlessly: "What kind of injury did you suffer to make you like this." Could it be that if you have been hurt in your relationship, you will not talk about your feelings in the future? Is it worth it for the sake of someone who is not worthy, to take your own life? ”