The days of cohabitation with gangster boyfriend

Chapter 107

two years later...

I was sitting alone in the corner of the seafood shop, peeling the shrimp shells skillfully, and putting the undamaged shrimp meat on the opposite plate.

The waiter brought another plate of shrimp and took away the empty plate in my hand...

"Do you need help?" A very polite voice sounded beside me, and it was in Chinese.

I shook my head and continued to peel the shrimp in my hand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a strange man in a light gray shirt sitting across from me. He was full of confidence from the inside out, making people think that everything he did was reasonable.

"I'm sorry!" I said to him very seriously: "There is someone here, he went to the bathroom and will be back soon."

"Been there for three hours?" He looked at me with a keen eye that pierced people's hearts: "He won't come, if he wanted to come, he would have come earlier."

Tears were streaming down my face, I bit my lip, wiped away the tears and said firmly, "He will!"

He sighed. "Your hand is bleeding."

"That's chili."

A strange emotion suddenly appeared in his cold eyes. He looked at the glass of red wine and the plate full of shrimp meat in front of him.Looking at the greasy and bloody wound on my finger, I hesitated to speak.

I ignored him and concentrated on peeling the shell of the shrimp in my hand.

Salt juice and chili seeped into the wound, and the tingling spread from the fingers to the blood to temporarily cover up the heartache.

By deceiving myself by waiting, I can restrain my thoughts and have the strength to breathe...

Although in the eyes of others, I am self-harming.

……

He picked up the red wine in his hand, put it quietly on his lips, and then ate the shrimp on the plate bit by bit.

The way he eats looks well-bred, and there is a kind of persistence that cannot be refused.

I watched him eat and saw tears blur my vision again.

Time began to flow backwards, and I saw Dai Xichen sipping red wine, elegantly eating the shrimp I peeled for him, and smiling gently at me.

"Is it delicious? Is it enough?" I looked at him and asked in a low voice, afraid that my voice would disturb him.

He stared at me and nodded silently.

I tentatively stretched out my hand to touch the back of his hand, the slender bones were still the touch in my memory...

Tears slipped from my eyes, and the world became clear, and I suddenly realized that the man sitting opposite was still that strange man.

Lost and missing brought me to the brink of collapse.

I tried my best to control myself and took several deep breaths to stabilize my mood.

"I'm sorry..." Just as I was about to withdraw my hand, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, looked at my fingers, and shook his head slightly: "I thought that a woman who plays the piano cherishes her hands the most..."

I carefully looked at his facial features suspiciously. He looks very good. He looks less than 30 years old, but he has a confident and unconceited demeanor. I guess he will be successful in his career.

But I don't remember knowing him.

Seeing my confusion, he was a little surprised, and kindly reminded me: "We met, I wanted to treat you to dinner, but you said you need to go on a diet, so treat me to morning tea another day..."

"Oh!" I nodded and withdrew my hand.

"I remembered?"

"I say that to every man."

He looked at me in surprise for a while, then shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly.

He can take this kind of euphemistic refusal seriously, there are only two possibilities.

One is that he has a very low EQ and is not good at socializing.The second possibility is that he has never been rejected by a woman, and he never thought that a woman would refuse his invitation.

(End of this chapter)