MTL - Endless Fall-Chapter 172 If you don't want to be blocked, get out

   Chapter 172 Get out if you don't want to be banned

   His embrace easily made Qian Yue greedy.

   "Mr. Zhou." She took a deep breath and said while still sensible, "Can we give each other some space?"

   Zhou Yanshen knew that she was determined to leave.

   He rested his chin on her shoulder and chose to give in as if powerless: "You promise me first that I won't cry again."

   "Hmm." Qian Yue pulled his hand away.

   She raised her head and gave him a deep look, then got into the taxi by the side of the road without saying much.

   Across the first floor of the car window, she could feel Zhou Yanshen's gaze, but she didn't respond.

   "Girl, where are you going?" The taxi driver put down his phone and stepped on the accelerator first.

   "Indus Road." Qian Yue stopped her tears, took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to the group of three.

   She got off at Wutong Street and walked into the milk tea shop according to the shop name they provided.

   "What happened to you and Brother Yan?" Lin Jiao stared at her red eyes with a hint of anxiety.

   Pei Yilan followed and frowned: "Tell us quickly and find a solution together if you have something."

  Qianyue spoke with their concern.

   She explained the matter word by word, and did not forget to repeat what he said at that time.

   Pei Yilan asked first, "Did you see that woman fall into his arms on purpose?"

   "I also heard that he refused to keep him."

   "Then you still cry?"

  Qian Yue blinked and smiled: "I want to use this to keep him away from those women, preferably to the level of Pei Zhi."

   "So you're acting from start to finish?"

   "Not all of them." She drank two sips of milk tea: "It's true to buy uncooked fried rice, and so is the grievance."

   "I can understand." Lin Jiao's empathy ability is very strong, and she can understand her feelings: "If it were me, I would also be wronged."

   "Indeed." Pei Yilan couldn't stand just imagining that scene: "Are you feeling better now?"

   "Much better." Qian Yue leaned against the back of the chair: "Actually, venting can also enhance your relationship. If you are wronged in the future, you should tell him in time, and don't keep it in your heart."

   "Are you going to cry when you say it?"

   "It depends on the situation." She started the class again: "It's ok if you're not serious about being a spoiled child. Crying often will make the other party disgusted."

   "Understood." Pei Yilan kept it in his heart.

   Covering her grumbling stomach, she first sent a WeChat message to the boss next door and asked her to deliver rice noodles: "Which one do you want?"

  Lin Jiao put down the milk tea cup: "San Xian." She waited for Qian Yue to finish ordering before asking, "How long are you going to hang him?"

   "At least a week."

   "Have you not seen him this week?"

   "No." Qian Yue stirred Simi at the bottom of the cup: "If he really wants to be with me, he will think about it clearly during this time."

   Pei Yilan: "What do you know?"

   "A sense of boundary." She met their eyes: "There are too many women around him, and similar things will happen in the future. I hope he can handle everything where I can't see it."

  Lin Jiaoran: "Brother Yan has always had a sense of boundaries, but handling problems is not as thoughtful as Pei Zhi."

   "Well, I want him to strengthen it."

   "It will definitely be strengthened in the future this time." Pei Yilan moved the milk tea cup away to make room for the rice noodles.

   She pushed the bowl forward: "Eat it quickly."

  Asakusa tore open the wrapping paper of the chopsticks.

   When she was eating the steaming rice noodles, Zhou Yanshen at the other end was turning over the trash can.

   He found the plastic bag thrown away by the cleaning, took out the square box inside, and walked straight back to the president's room.

   "Mr. Zhou, this document needs your signature." The secretary knocked on the door with a document.

   "Yeah." Zhou Yanshen wiped his freshly washed hands.

   He picked up a piece of cold uncooked pan-fried pan, and browsed the documents as he put it into his mouth, but the stone in his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

   Every time he chewed it, the appearance of Qian Yue crying and saying that she was covering the raw jian in her coat would appear in front of his eyes.

   "You have a drink." The secretary poured him a glass, and didn't ask any more since he was in a bad mood.

   Zhou Yanshen's thoughts were pulled back by her.

   He exhaled a turbid breath, signed his name at the end of the document, and picked up the second piece of fried rice: "Tonight's dinner has been pushed."

  The secretary paused for a while: "Okay." She picked up the folder and asked him, "Will you be attending the dinner hosted by Mr. Xiao?"

"when?"

   "The day after tomorrow at eight o'clock."

   Zhou Yanshen replied: "You go out first." After he finished eating the fried pancakes one after another, he closed the curtains and lay lonely on the sofa.

   He clicked on the chat box with Qianyue, and his fingertips roamed the screen: [Qianyue, I've finished eating the raw fry. ]

  [It's my fault today, I will pay more attention in the future, and I won't make you cry again. ]

  [Can we meet tomorrow night? ]

   The WeChat messages sent by    have been delayed for a long time.

   Zhou Yanshen waited until night fell, but he didn't wait for the word 'inputting' that he most wanted to see.

   He sat on the carpet in the living room, took a sip of red wine down his throat, and couldn't help calling her.

   "du-du-du-"

   A busy sound rang out.

   In a state of anxiety and anxiety, he redialed the number, and she hung up after calling twice.

   Qianyue: [There will be a dinner party tomorrow night. ]

   Seeing the message from her, his dangling heart finally fell: [Then how long are you free? ]

   Ten minutes later she replied: [Not sure yet. ]

   Zhou Yanshen could feel that she wasn't out of breath.

   He rubbed the wine glass, in order to give her enough space, he only temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​seeing her: [Are you busy today? ]

  [I'm busy. ]

[have you eaten? ]

  [Preparing to eat. ] The indirectness of her words made him unable to talk any more, only to end the topic.

   Zhou Yanshen will report her whereabouts at any time in the next two days. Even if he doesn't meet, he will try his best to make her happy.

   Including when he went to the Ryder Hotel for a dinner party, he would take a photo of her and have a chat.

  Changs were staggered, and a group of celebrities and investors in the circle gathered in front of the round table.

   Each of them had just the right smiles on their faces. They seemed to be talking happily, but in fact they had different thoughts.

   Xiao Hexu, who held this dinner, looked around in the hall, his eyes locked on a certain figure.

   He walked to the sofa in the front left and sat down next to Zhou Yanshen in a trance: "Do you have something on your mind?"

   "No." Zhou Yan lifted his eyelids.

   He looked at Xiao Hexu, who was more than 20 years older than him, and raised his mouth slightly: "I heard that your son is back?"

  Tianxu Pictures, founded by Xiao Hexu, focuses on the marketing and distribution of online dramas, movies and TV series.

  Tianxu has cooperated with Xinghe all the year round, and they have met many times, so they are quite familiar.

   "Well." Xiao Hexu raised Erlang's legs, holding a cigar between his fingers: "I'll introduce you to him when he comes over."

"how old is he?"

   "Twenty-eight, two months younger than you."

   Zhou Yanshen turned off the screen of his mobile phone and asked casually out of boredom, "Which country was he in before?"

   "Spain." Just as Xiao Hexu finished speaking, a man who was somewhat similar to him came over.

   (end of this chapter)