Ji Zhuoran looked so nasty even if he was about to leave, Qu Yan said angrily, "Leave me alone! I don't want you to be nice to me!"

He raised his hand and pushed the key of the lounge to the ground.

She turned her head and glanced at Fan Yuming's position, but she could only see the empty sofa.

So she gritted her teeth, turned around and picked up her bag, took two staggering steps, and then left.

However, she ignored the high heels on her feet.

Drunks are not allowed to wear high heels because they fall too easily.

She croaked for two steps, and when she reached the third step, she tripped and fell to the ground. Her knees and calves were knocked on the cold floor of the bar, and the pain made her unable to stand up.

"Small smoke!" Ji Zhuoran stepped forward, reaching out to lift her up.

However, she pushed him away, "You let me go! I don't want to see you at all!"

"I know, sorry." He could only say.

"Then do you know that you are annoying? I go out to stay in the hotel, the hotel has your shares, I will drink two drinks, the bar is also yours! I go to work in the company, more than half of the company is from people who come from you! Can't fire them yet! What do you want me to do, Ji Zhuoran?" She was so angry that she raised her hand and hit him.

And he didn't dodge, just let her beat his chest again and again.

"I'm sorry..." He could only say this, trying to comfort her.

"What's the use of sorry? Can Xiao Rui come back? Can my grandmother come back? What if I have suffered so much from my childhood? He is dead and he is still sorry for me. Now he is dead. I can’t find anyone to count, and the debts are eliminated. What about me? I just got a sentence of sorry, right?"

Qu Yan said incoherently, and for a while, she didn't know whether she was talking about Ji Zhuoran or Qu Shouquan.

In the past, Qu Yan believed that Ji Zhuoran and Qu Shouquan were completely different people.

Qu Shouquan was born poor, had a bad temper, and was extremely bad to himself;

Ji Zhuoran was born with a golden spoon. He had a temperament, but he had a restrained personality and was kind to himself before.

But now, Qu Yan suddenly discovered that Qu Shouquan and Ji Zhuoran, these two men are actually very similar.

They are the same unscrupulous, the same power-handling, the same sober, they always know when and what is best for them, and always make the most correct choice, even if that choice will pay a price.

At this time, Qu Yan knew soberly that although the two men were different, they were definitely not as big as they seemed on the surface.

Ji Zhuoran listened to her at this moment, and didn't know how to respond to her for a while.

He can only say to her: "Xiaoyan, it will pass, you still have a very beautiful future, the past, let it pass."

"But I can't make it! Ji Zhuoran, teach me! How can you be as cold-blooded and ruthless as you, your own flesh and blood will not be seen for a few years, and you will not miss the slightest? Depression, and then appear in front of her again and again, trying to make her succumb! Even now after the divorce, you still don’t want to let me go! Even I have to chat with my friends. Excuse me, and show up in front of me on purpose!"

Qu Yan sat on the cold floor and looked up at him, a pair of beautiful eyes full of clear hatred.

At this time, Ji Zhuoran had to admit that what Cen Fangfei said is not the time to meet. This is correct.

But at this moment, he accepted her painful gaze, and after a while, he said:

"I just...know that something happened to you and want to help you. If it hurts you, I was wrong."

"Then you go!" she angered and drove him away unceremoniously.

And he can only bow his head and leave.

Before leaving, his eyes fell on her red and swollen ankle, and there was a sudden pain in his heart...

Ji Zhuoran also left.

In the entire bar, Qu Yan was completely left alone.

However, there is no moment of tranquility in her heart, every minute and every second, she seems to be suffering endlessly.

She used to have a burden to work hard, make money, and let her grandma survive.

At that time, she was obviously tired, but she was also very fulfilling.

But now, everything is as her wish, and she has obtained a lot of things, but she feels unprecedented pain in her heart.

She suddenly felt tired for a while, so she didn't try to stand up anymore, but lay directly on the cold floor.

The floor was stepped on every day, it should be quite dirty, but at the moment, she didn't care anymore.

The floor is so cold that she may catch a cold if she continues to lie down, but now even if she is ill, it doesn't seem to be a problem anymore.

She didn't know what she should do tomorrow and whether it would still be so painful.

I don't care anymore.

In the end, what should she do in the future?