The two laughed as they talked, and the box was full of jovial atmosphere.

However, Du Ruo stopped smiling after laughing.

She slowly opened her mouth and asked, "Then, what about Ji Zhuoran?"

The air suddenly quieted down.

After a long time, the slightly drunk Qu Yan let out a sigh, and sighed with a confused look, "He..."

He is indescribable and indescribable, unable to analyze with words, and never know what he is thinking.

There are ten thousand secrets in his mind and countless things on his back, but his surface is calm and unpredictable, and he never exposes his mind to anyone. Everyone can only face him. Guess, you can only guess what he meant.

Between them, the entanglement was filled with pages full of paper, and each had its own victory and defeat, just like two thorns, tightly entwined together, each other's thorns hurt each other, but it was difficult to separate.

He...

When Qu Yan thought of him, her heart was infinitely complicated, but in the end, she just lifted the glass and drank the fine wine again.

it is more than words.

"You still like him." Du Ruo concluded.

"I don't like him." Qu Yan decisively shook his head like a rattle.

"like him."

"I don't like him."

"like."

"Do not."

The two female presidents quarreled childishly like two children quarreling.

But in the end, Du Ruo won.

She only asked, "I didn't even say who he was. What if I meant Cheng Feiyang? But who did you think he was?"

Quiet, Qu Yan looked at Du Ruo dimly, his eyes filled with doubts.

She... seems to have been tricked.

But Qu Yan pointed to the empty belly, then pointed to his own heart.

"But here, it hurts."

She was a little turbid in her consciousness, but she was getting closer to her sincerity when she spoke.

Du Ruo cried for some reason.

"Sister, why are you so miserable...what can I do?"

"I don't know." Listening to Du Ruo's cry in his ear, Qu Yan's grievance was also a little hooked.

She may still feel a little bit about Ji Zhuoran, but something irreparable has happened between them.

And she lost a child forever.

She missed her baby, her Jane.

If Zhen'er is alive now, she should be able to stand up, right?

Over the past year, Qu Yan forced herself to stay sensible, learn to learn a driver’s license, learn stock market trading, and learn family business management. She took up all her free time. She was afraid. As long as she was free, she couldn’t help feeling in her heart. Grief, crying bitterly.

But she has endured it for too long.

Finally, she couldn't help it anymore, taking advantage of her drunkenness and crying with Du Ruo.

"Uuuuu..."

Hearing the cry of the woman from the box next door, the beautiful woman showed an awkward look on her face.

She looked at the handsome Ji Zhuoran in front of her, and said flatteringly, "I didn't expect that in such a high-end place, this product would have customers crying so ignorantly."

"Yeah." Ji Zhuoran answered indifferently, as if the outside world would not have any influence on him at all.

Seeing him like this, the woman appreciates him more deeply, but she is also a little embarrassed.

After all, with the tragic cry of the next door as an accompaniment, it is indeed no longer a good place to talk about love.

"Well, let's change another place?" she suggested cautiously.

"No, it's very good here," Ji Zhuoran said, his emotionless voice was incomparably rational, "Miss Fang, grandpa meant to eat with you today, but I frankly say that I am now married and do not plan to divorce in the future. Sorry for the delay, I will pay for this meal."

The smile on Miss Fang's face froze, "Then... I'm sorry, I interrupted."

With that, he lifted his bag and decisively turned and left.

Ji Zhuoran calmly got up and was about to leave, but heard a clear curse from the next door.

"Ji Zhuoran, you bastard!"