HIS ONE SEE QING XIN - Chapter 69

Mo Fei filled Yan Qing’s and his own cups, and then served his own cup.

“Yan Qing, I have not thought about the future, and I do not want to think about such things that have not happened yet, I like you, you know that, you like me, I also feel it, come, drink first,”

His glass touched hers and took the lead in putting the wine down, then said

“Yan Qing, can we both be brave, either we are boyfriend and girlfriend from now on, you are mine, I am yours, or we can be strangers, don’t be so ambiguous anymore, I really… I can’t stand this…”

Mo Fei poured another cup down his throat, his voice was full of frustration: “Friends, huh, what kind of friends? Like Gu Chi or like Lin Yu? I can’t do it…”

Yan Qing bit the meat inside her lower lip, her eyes were staring at the chili peppers and pepper rolling inside the pot, and at this time her heart was so, hot and sore.

She held back her tears, raised her eyes to look at Mo Fei, whose eyes were equally red, and her voice was cold: “Then… Be a stranger.”

“Yan Qing, have you been fucking playing with me?!” Mo Fei clanged his empty wine glass on the table, stood up, turned around, and turned his back on her and said, “You know, I think you treat me like a dog, who comes and goes as soon as he is called.”

Only after Mo Fei left did Yan Qing shed tears, she picked up the cigarettes and lighter he hadn’t taken away, took one out, lit it, took a few big puffs, choked, smoked again, and was robbed again.

She shed silent tears, threw the cigarettes away and had one drawn, she felt as if this was the only way to relieve the hardness in her heart.

She took the beer bottle at hand, aimed it directly at the mouth and poured it into her mouth.

Mo Fei did not go far, he stood across the road, looking at the old hot pot store that smoke one after the other, wine sip after sip to fill the figure.

He squatted on the roadside flowerbed, hands covering his face, allowing tears to wet his hands.

He remembered a saying that Gu Ji had ridiculed: men cry is really let go, women cry is still redeemable.

A few times, he wanted to rush over to stop the girl, but reason told him that he could not, could not continue this unclear, unclear, unnamed relationship.

…

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re doing.

“Mo Fei, why aren’t you waiting?”

“Why do I have to make the choice?”

“Don’t you like me?”

“Do you give up because you can’t get it?”

“You think you’re the only one who’s liked me for four years? The four years you fucking liked is nothing!”

“Grrr,” Yan Qing threw the hair band in her hand into the glass of wine, picked up Mo Fei’s cigarettes and lighter and put them in her satchel, then staggered to the checkout and then staggered out of the store.

Mo Fei was across the street when he saw Yan Qing holding something in his hand, staring at it, and then throwing it away in anger after seven or eight minutes, then going to the checkout as if he was already drunk.

He immediately ran across the crosswalk and waited until she went out, went into the store where Yan Qing was sitting just now and saw a hair band soaked in a wine glass, which she had been wearing on her hand for the past few days. Mo Fei picked it up again, dried it with a tissue, wrapped it up again, put it in his trouser pocket and ran out of the store again, seeking her figure.

Yan Qing did not go far, staggering along the road, Mo Fei followed until he saw her get on the elevator, then he pressed another elevator and sat upstairs.

The elevator door opened and Mo Fei headed for his apartment, but he saw Yan Qing sitting in front of the next door, hugging her legs, her head buried in her lap, not moving.

Mo Fei hid around the corner and leaned against the wall until he heard the door open and close, then he came out and went into his apartment.

Yan Qing leaned her back against the door and listened to the movement outside the door.

She knew that Mo Fei was following not far away, and she also knew that he was hiding around the corner.

So, let’s just separate like this, isn’t that what you want…