Devil's Honey Baby

"Ginger, do you still love him?" Jian Yun put down his beer bottle and asked softly.

The face suddenly coagulated, just like the wonderful movie that was playing suddenly broke. The moment of condensation was very long.

In the car, his hands tightly held the mobile phone, white and even raised terrible green tendons, and his dark eyes were motionless looking at the quiet side face at the window.

Gentle and quiet.

Yao Jiang looked at the chicken wings in front of her and thought.

He Jianyu, from her childhood to her youth, he was the best person to her except the dean's mother.

He loved her and spoiled her.

If others bully her, he will call back.

Even if he couldn't beat those people alone, he would fight back and protect her from others.

He knew she liked chocolate and went to work by herself. A pair of white hands were full of blisters and put the exquisite dove in front of her.

Say, ginger, happy birthday.

For children without parents in orphanages, they are always lack of love and security.

But because of him, she felt very happy.

And she gave him all her trust and feelings.

She is not an amorous person. Once she determines who she is, it will be a lifetime. Therefore, she has no complaints when he says to let her wait for him.

Promise him to wait for him.

But she didn't expect this to happen.

He betrayed her.

Love, but also with all to love, that kind of pain is more than heartache so simple?

Even today, six years later, such pain is still there, but it's not so strong.

Yao Jiang looks at Jian Yun. There is a fog and a struggle to know but not to ask.

The corners of your mouth should gradually evoke a curved arc, as cold as the moon on the first day of the lunar new year, but also with a warm Yun, soft and long.

"Love, if you don't love, how can your heart hurt?"

She seemed to be asking Jian Yun and herself. The arc of the corner of her mouth gradually bent.

"Some?" There was an orange liquid in front of me, and there were small bubbles in it.

Looking at these bubbles, Yao Jiang suddenly remembered a very popular song during this period of time.

Bubbles.

In retrospect, she and he had been feeling like bubbles in their feelings for those years.

However, it is a dream.

She took the cup into her mouth and poured it down with her head up.

He Jianyu looked at the slender figure by the window, and her mind kept turning around what she had just said.

She said "love".

She still loves him! She still loves him!

The answer made him ecstatic. He wanted to go out at once.

Tell her his troubles.

"Where is she?"

"Chang'an Street."

"What are you doing on Chang'an Street?"

"Yes, I'm drinking with Jian Yun."

"Drink!" The documents in his hand snapped shut, and Ji Zailin suddenly jumped up.

"Yes, yes."

Damn it, I have a cold and dare to drink!

Hung up the phone, took the car key on the table and strode out.

On the road at night, a black Jaguar passed quickly like a cheetah.

Yao Jiang doesn't like to numb himself with wine, but I have to say that wine can relieve some emotions.

She drank the wine in the glass, held her chin and looked at the boundless night outside the window. She always had that smile on her mouth. It was quiet and distressing.

Jian Yun looked at such a quiet Yao Jiang, his eyes suddenly filled with unbearable and distressed.

Put a chicken wing in front of Yao Jiang's eyes, smiled and said, "ginger, we won't get drunk today."

Pick up the beer next to Yao Jiang's glass, pour it, look at the empty bottle next to it, and shout to the landlady, "landlady, three more bottles of beer!"

"Good!"

The proprietress brought the wine quickly, put it on the table, looked at Yao Jiangtong's red face, smiled and said, "Yo, Xiao Yao drank today!"

"Well, have a drink." Yao Jiang Wenwen smiled quietly. With that smile, the little face that was dizzy and stained by the wine was like a bright lamp in the eyes of the viewer, swaying and shining by the wind.

"Oh, I can't see. Xiao Yao is more handsome after drinking wine!" The landlady is from the north. Generally, she likes to call her Jun if she is beautiful.

"That is! Our ginger is a low-key beauty! " Jian Yun put his hand on Yao Jiang's shoulder and was very happy.

"Yes, Xiao Yao is really a beautiful woman!"

"Landlady!" A call came from a distance, and the landlady immediately turned her head to answer it.

"You eat slowly. I'm busy."

"OK."

Jian Yun took back his sight and looked at Yao Jiang. A rogue ruffian appeared on his face. He stretched out his index finger to pick up Yao Jiang's chin and said, "girl, come and give me a smile."

Yao Jiang looked at Jian Yun's Rogue appearance and listened to her rogue words. A person's face suddenly floated in his mind.

Obviously, he looks like a demon, but he always treats her with rude and rogue actions against him.

But it happened that his rogue actions were not disgusting like the gangsters outside, but had an unspeakable arrogance.

Ji Zailin.

The smile on his face froze, so he stared at Jian Yun.

Jian Yun found Yao Jiang's stupidity and shook his hand in front of her, "ginger? Ginger? Ginger? "

Yao Jiang regained his mind, quickly scratched a trace of panic in his eyes, smiled and said, "nothing."

Her heart suddenly jumped up quickly. She took the wine and drank it. However, she choked and coughed because of her hurry.

Jian Yun saw it and hurried over to pat her on the back.

He Jian met the person who looked at the person who bent over and coughed. The finger holding the mobile phone tightly loosened, pressed the hang up key and opened the door.

"Yi!" The harsh brake sound sounded in this not very spacious street, just like someone's anger and noise.

Ji Zailin slammed the door and strode toward the store.

He Jianyu stopped, stood there, looked at Ji Zailin's strong and domineering embrace Yao Jiang, and watched him embrace Yao Jiang and come out.

Hands tightly held together, such as the eyes of the night suddenly floating red blood, which is full of tenacious forbearance.

After half a ring, he withdrew his hand, looked at the inverted mirror, looked at the Jaguar roaring away quickly, and his red eyes closed slowly.

The blue veins on the hand are rising and growing. It seems that they will explode the next moment

The heating is on in the car, but I can't feel a trace of warmth because of the cold air constantly emitted by the people in the driver's seat.

Yao Jiang's closed eyes suddenly opened, frowned tightly and said, "stop!"

Ji Zailin turned his head and looked at her small face tightly wrinkled because of discomfort. Her face sank even more.

Step on the brake. As soon as the car stopped, Yao Jiang quickly opened the door and ran out, holding a tree and spitting up.

Ji Zailin went out, patted her on the back and looked at her uncomfortable vomit. Her face was gloomy and terrible.

Finally he vomited all the things in his stomach. Yao Jiang straightened up, but he was dizzy and fell to one side.

Ji Zailin hurriedly held her in his arms and looked at the twisted eyebrows in front of him and his small white face again.

He scolded or didn't scold, and walked towards the car with Yao Jiang's thin body tightly around him.

Yao Jiang's drinking capacity is very poor. Even if she drank only one bottle of beer, she was dizzy and didn't know where it was.

The usual calm patience was gone, so when the pain came from her waist, she whispered out.

"Pain," the words fell, and the usual stubbornness came, "you let go of me!"

Then he reached out and pushed.

"Pain? Do you know the pain? Why don't you think of pain when you drink? " Yao Jiang's cry was like the fuse that ignited Ji Zailin's anger. He stopped, raised her chin with his fingers and looked at her hard.

If you are stubborn, don't compete with her, especially when you are drunk.

Yao Jiang slapped on the hand holding her chin and said angrily, "let go!"

Usually, the elegant and quiet voice shows a soft laziness after being drunk and hoarse, but it gives birth to a feeling that you don't agree with me because of the anger contained in her bright eyes.

Ji Zailin looked at the back of his red hand, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, looked at her with a layer of drunken eyes, and the corners of his mouth recalled the familiar evil smile, "beating is personal scolding or love, Yao Jiang, how much do you love me so much?"

"I don't love you! I don't love you at all! " Suddenly, she yelled loudly, pushed him away and stumbled forward.

Others say that what drunk people say is true, and Yao Jiang is a sincere person. What she says is true and can no longer be true.

Although he knew she didn't have him in her heart, Ji Zailin was still heartbroken when he heard this sentence.

It's like someone took a pair of scissors and cut his heart hard. He can't help it at all.

Hands tightly held together, the whole body exudes the cold air, and the strong hegemony, absolutely.

What if you don't love him? If he doesn't love him, he will sleep with her, let her give birth to him and torture her all her life!

He turned and looked at Yao Jiang, but saw a picture that made his heart stop.

In the long night, there was a thin snow in the boundless sky. Yao Jiang stood under a dizzy yellow street lamp. She slightly raised her head and looked at the sky with a soft smile on her face.

The yellow light sprinkled on her white face. The slender and thick eyelashes were clear. With the falling of the halo, they were stained with a layer of velvet light, like a dream.

His heart pounded quickly, and he remembered when they first met.

She is also so beautiful, as pure as an angel.

Yao Jiang reached out and wanted to catch the snow falling from her eyes, but she couldn't catch it because the snow melted as soon as it touched her hand.

She hung her head in doubt, looked at her empty palm, frowned tightly and shouted, "why not?"

This stupidity and stupidity has nothing to do with the usual indifference, calm and lovely.

She looked up at the sky, then looked at her hand and said, "it's a lot. Am I not high enough?"

She talked to herself in doubt, and then raised her head, even on tiptoe.