Chapter 59 He can't see Wen Hua like this
Wen Wei looked over, and the words spoken by the red lips were not warm, "In the future, choose someone to take a good look at, our clubhouse is not other messy entertainment venues, and not just any vase can come in."
The manager's forehead was sweating, "Yes, I will hire after strict screening in the future, and there will be no similar things."
"Also," her glamorous facial features casually glanced at the man who had been staring at her from just now, and then said to the manager with a fluttering glance, "Since it's a regular club, don't learn from outsiders. You don’t have to listen to all requests from customers, what to do and what not to do, you, the manager, know what to do.”
No matter how you hear these words, you are referring to Sang and scolding Huai. The eldest lady and this Mr. Xi seem to be at odds?
He responded tremblingly, although he took off Mr. Xi's face, but his eldest lady is still important.
Xi Mo frowned slightly, "Go down if you have nothing to do."
"...Okay." The manager looked at the VIP's cold face, and was a little relieved that he did not pursue further.
"What are you still doing in a daze, take this woman down, let her pack up and go home tonight." He ordered to his subordinates.
Before leaving, the manager handed the room card to Wen Wei, "Your room is ready, A1501, or the one you lived in before." Seeing her slightly drunken expression, he tentatively asked: "Need me to send you ?"
A gust of night wind blew, Wen Hua gathered up her thin skirt, and her head was a little hot with the strength of the wine she drank before. Hearing what the manager said, she stood up straight and was about to follow.
"I'll see her off." The man's deep voice added a bit of chill in the night.
Wen Hua didn't turn his head back, and said to the manager, "Lead the way."
The manager's eyes turned back and forth on the two, did they know each other?
Who should he listen to?
The eldest lady is the future heir, and all his promotions and salary increases are in her hands. If she makes her unhappy, she may be fired at any time.
And that noble Mr. Xi is a character who turns his hands into clouds and his hands into rain. He can't offend either of them.
He hasn't come to a conclusion yet, Mr. Xi has already stepped forward, moving his lips in a low voice, "Room card."
The demeanor of the superior has a natural sense of oppression, he just subconsciously obeyed, and presented the room card with both hands.
Wen Hua looked at Xi Mo.
I saw him calmly said to the manager: "Go and do your work."
After the manager left, he looked down at her, only to realize that her cheeks were stained with a thin layer of powder, and her watery eyes were painted.
My heart seemed to be scratched by something soft.
It is too soft and has a fine acidity.
"I'll see you off." He said.
Wen Hua looked away and took a step.
Along the way, the two were silent.
The people behind followed her in silence. She was not walking very steadily, and occasionally her steps were a little messy. Whenever he wanted to step forward to help her, her steps would speed up.
At the door of the room, he handed her the card, but the other party didn't say a word, just swiped the card and was about to enter the door.
The foot protruding in from the door blocked her movement to close the door.
She lowered her eyes to look at the leather shoe, and was silent for a moment.
I don’t know whether to wait for him to take it back voluntarily, or if he is in a stalemate with others.
In short, he didn't even give him a look.
Xi Mo curled up her hands hanging by her side slightly, her deep black pupils stared at her slender eyebrows, "Let's chat."
Her white knuckles gripped the doorknob, her eyes slightly raised, forming a straight-up posture, and her unbuttoned shirt and vague collarbone were in her sight.
"What does Mr. Xi want to say?"
Xi Mo said in a soft tone, "Happy birthday, Wen Hua."
Her eyes moved slightly, "Thank you, I'm going to bed."
The man stood still.
"I didn't call the woman just now. The person who was discussing cooperation with me made the decision without authorization. I left within two minutes after she came in."
The woman didn't speak, her expression was flat, and she seemed not interested in what he said.
"Wen Hua." He called her in a low voice, "I regret it."
"I regret not being by your side that day, I regret being angry with you during that time..."
"It's all over." Her voice was always soft, but there was no extraneous look in her eyes.
The expression on Xi Mo's stern face was slightly stagnant, and his dark eyes looked at her deeply.
He pursed his lips and said in a difficult voice, "In the past seven years, I have regretted it all the time. Wen Hua, I have already been punished."
"In the past few years when you have not heard from me, I only need to think of how isolated and helpless you must have been in the school infirmary back then, and I feel like I was cut by a knife. I want to find you in my dreams and see if you are doing well." Okay, let’s talk to you, and let you beat me up again.”
Wen Hua lowered her eyes and tilted her head, her voice hoarse, "It's none of your business."
"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you alone in the school infirmary that day..."
A moist liquid slid down the corners of his eyes, Wen Hua's throat tightened, and the tone of his voice could no longer hold back his trembling voice, "You don't know that that beast has evil intentions for me, what's wrong with going to see the person you want to see."
The two lines of tears that slid down her side face were like a cluster of flames, burning into his heart, his heart was torn open, and his breathing was accompanied by the slightest pain.
He can't see Wen Hua like this.
The calloused fingertips caressed her greasy cheeks, and the man gently wiped away her tears like a fragile treasure. Her face, which was already stained with drunkenness, was flushed, her eyebrows and eyes were wet with tears, like after a heavy rain The pure lotus, flexible and clean.
Those watery eyes were already blurred, and the tears could not be stopped at all.
"No, I didn't want to see her." The man's voice became hoarse.
After trying to wipe her a few times, he directly hugged her into his arms and let her cry against his chest.
She wept silently at the beginning and sobbed softly afterwards.
Xi Mo's heart throbbed like she was holding it in her hand.
Holding her head with one hand, and gently patting her thin back with the other, the man's black pupils were full of emotions, and he closed his eyes quickly, quietly feeling her trembling body from crying.
"I'm sorry. Wen Hua, I'm sorry." The man's voice was hoarse, and he apologized to her sentence by sentence.
The corridor was quiet and deserted, and the midnight wall lamp shone with a warm orange light, but it couldn't drive away the slightest coolness.
The two people who embraced tightly felt each other's body temperature, allowing the backlog of emotions to swell and spread.
He bit the words and said coldly: "I will pay you back for the harm you have suffered. Tang Junshen is dead, and I will not let Sun Yushu go."
I don't know how long he cried, until he felt that the clothes on his chest were soaked, and the person in his arms gradually calmed down.
He hugged the man by the waist and entered the room.
Wen Hua's unbearable emotions just now eased up, but the choking in her throat has not completely stopped.
Alcohol, now the head is more dizzy, although not drunk, but I can clearly feel dizzy and sleepy.
Although she was dizzy, her consciousness was still there. The handsome man in front of her stooped to take off her shoes, subconsciously feeling awkward.
happy New Year to all!
Happy Year of the Tiger! Huhushengwei!
The new year is booming and walking along the flower road~~
(end of this chapter)