Youth Idol Drama: Domineering, Broad and Young Chase Love

Chapter 394 Love Can’t Be Forced (2)

This was the first boy Cen Xiaolu liked in his life, but this boy didn't love her at all.Cen Xiaolu was very surprised, the feeling of being rejected by others turned out to be so overwhelmed and heartbroken.

Cen Xiaolu was very annoyed, thinking that on weekdays, she was also favored by others like a star, Song Xiaofei, why should he reject her?Suddenly, Cen Xiaolu felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. The pain became more and more intense, and gradually spread to the surroundings, spreading to every cell in the body.

Song Xiaofei, unexpectedly, doesn't love her!Not at all!
it turns out!

Song Xiaofei's eyes were full of apology: "I'm sorry, Cen Xiaolu."

Cen Xiaolu forcefully forced a smile: "Needless to say I'm sorry, you did nothing wrong."

Song Xiaofei said: "I really love Hua Xiangrong, apart from her, I really can't hold anyone else in my heart."

"Is it?"

Cen Xiaolu laughed, a little hysterically.Even Cen Xiaolu felt that this laughter was not much better than crying, like the villainous characters in the movie, those old hags who specialized in killing Zhongliang and perverted, full of insidiousness and evil.And at this moment, Cen Xiaolu's heart is not full of sinister?full of evil?
Ah, is it the most despicable behavior to take what others love and make others difficult?
After leaving Pizza Hut, neither of them went to the concert, neither of them was in the mood for each other.Because they were too depressed, Song Xiaofei and Cen Xiaolu went to the bar to drink.When a person is in a bad mood, he always thinks about going to drink, as if drunk, he will relieve all kinds of worries.Song Xiaofei was really drunk while drinking.

At this time, the night was deep, and the darkness was like a huge black hole, swallowing everything in the dark corners.The night is so lonely, there is a kind of falling beauty, the air in midnight is deserted and deep.

Cen Xiaolu found a taxi and took Song Xiaofei to the hotel.

Afterwards, Cen Xiaolu stood in front of the window, looking at the distance of Wanjia's lights.

At midnight in the city, the streets are empty and quiet, as deserted as the streets in heaven. The street lamps on both sides are lemon and orange. Shake, right and wrong, hesitation.

(End of this chapter)