Beichuan was a regular at The Red House; as soon as he entered, familiar faces ca up to chat. These familiar faces were either won he had an affair with or had ambiguous relationships with in the past.
Seeing the variety of won moving around him, an unprecedented sense of confusion surged in his heart.
He rembered words spoken by Ye Qilan, and also by his mother. They both said that apart from being good at playing with won, he was good for nothing.
He wanted to prove he wasn’t that bad, but the facts were just the opposite.
Over the years, the won around him have co and gone, but he couldn’t rember a single one, neither their nas nor their appearances.
At this mont, seeing the heavy makeup of these won, and slling their pungent perfu, he just wanted to puke.
"Young Bei..." A few won who surrounded Beichuan noticed him suddenly stand up and were confused about what happened.
Until Beichuan briskly walked away, everyone was still looking at each other puzzled.
After leaving The Red House, Beichuan found himself at a loss as to where to go. He usually enjoyed nightlife and liked to hang out. He was used to the playboy lifestyle, generally not sleeping until midnight.
He played with those from high society circles, playboys every one. Among his friends was Ye Qilan, who was considered relatively normal.
Ever since Ye Qilan t Su Hongxing, Ye Qilan also distanced himself from him. As a result, all his friends were experts at lingering among the flowers; truly, birds of a feather flock together.
Beichuan thought hard and finally rembered there was still Fu Yan.
"Fu Yan, co out for a couple of drinks with ." He called Fu Yan, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a child’s crying on the other end of the line.
"I have to stay ho with the kids, no ti." Fu Yan said before hanging up the call.
Beichuan looked at the darkened screen, powerless and smiled wryly.
He continued to cruise, and unconsciously drove to the outside of Qingmu Garden.
He had been here before, and now, he could only look at the high walls, feeling an inexplicable dread.
He wanted to drive away but was reluctant. Eventually, he gathered the courage to call Su Hongxing.
Su Hongxing was a little surprised to see Beichuan’s call.
Sothing happened to Northern Group today; logically, Beichuan should be busy. At this ti, he should still be at the company, right?
While hesitating, the call dropped, but it soon rang again.
Seeing Ye Qilan not in the living room, she finally pressed the answer button.
"Su Su, I’m outside Qingmu Garden. Can you co out for a bit?" It was Beichuan’s voice.
Su Hongxing instinctively refused: "If you have sothing to say, tell over the phone; I have no ti to go out and see you."
"I won’t take up too much of your ti. For the sake of helping you once, co out and see . It’s settled then, I’ll wait for you."
After Beichuan finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.
Su Hongxing was torn. Beichuan asking her out, could it be he plans to harm her?
But thinking carefully, although Beichuan was a bit of a flirt, he was nice to her, and his heart wasn’t bad.
If not for those things in the past life, she wouldn’t have been wary of Beichuan.
After thinking it over, Su Hongxing ultimately went out of Qingmu Garden.
Beichuan leaned against the car door, smoking, and when he heard the door opening, his gaze froze.
Su Hongxing appeared before him, dressed in casual ho wear, her long hair touching her shoulders, wearing slippers.
Her features were delicate and elegant, still youthful and beautiful, bright as ever, as if clearing away the fog of ti, standing gracefully before him.
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