Zhou Huaian looked at the woman in a tight black evening dress in the distance, feeling protective in his heart, and wanted to hold her tightly in his arms to warm her cold hands, but he really did so.
Silently, he hugged the person from behind into the decent suit coat, but before he was about to touch the slender waist, the person who was about to hug him dodged away. The slender waist traced across the joints of the hands, and the fragrant hair swept from the face and corners of the mouth. The man dryly swallowed the anger that was about to blurt out.
"Mr. Zhou, please be careful." The woman gritted her teeth angrily but lowered her voice because of the occasion and upbringing.
"I'm sorry" Zhou Huaian gently whispered into the woman's ear the three words that had been lingering on his lips for three years.
Lin Ran was overwhelmed by the affection in the eyes of the person in front of him. He held back the tears that were about to fall because of his grievance. He said stubbornly: "It's too late. Mr. Zhou should stay away from me in the future and let my fiancé see me. I'm afraid it will affect his mood." After speaking, Lin Ran used his stiff waist for the first time in his life and left the venue on his eight-centimeter exquisite red-soled high heels.
"Is it too late? Lin Ran! The moment I saw you, everything came back." Zhou Huaian narrowed his charming fox peach blossom eyes, sat down on the soft black leather sofa, picked up the red wine glass on the crystal table, put it to his mouth but then put it down.
From beginning to end, he was staring at the figure that had long since disappeared.
