C438 Fairy World

However, he didn't see the eyes behind the booth, which were staring at the back of the two for a long time.

With just a glance, he saw that the owner of the other bar was feeling uneasy.

"Do you know the person on the stage?" the boss asked.

She did not speak, only pursed her lips in a half-smile, her long wavy hair curling up between the proud peaks.

She lifted the glass with her slender fingers and took a sip of the red wine. Then, she looked at the two people in the center of the dance floor with an indifferent expression.

Half of her face was illuminated by the light, and the teardrop mark under the corner of her eye shone slightly in the deep blue light before it dimmed down again.

"You hand this over to the girl who dances later." The woman's voice was pleasant to hear as she gently pushed a card in front of the owner with a pair of slender fingers.

"Alright." The boss nodded in confusion. He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the woman's fingernails from the corner of his eyes. The sharp and thin feeling seemed to be carved into his heart, making him shiver.

When he finally reacted, the woman was already far away. Only her long skirt was left on the ground, disappearing into the light.

At the end of the song, Ann Qianxike's face was still red as if she was smeared with rouge. Chi Shaojun didn't let Ann Qianxike drink, he even very politely took off his jacket and draped it over her.

While Chi Shaojun and Ann Qianxike were talking, they really didn't expect to meet a business partner here, so they went to have a chat.

At that moment, Ann Qianxike was drinking a glass of whisky. She held the blanket in her hands and slightly hunched her shoulders.

"You and your boyfriend are really close." The boss smiled with his bright eyes and white teeth.

"Yeah, it's not easy for us to be together."

"I could tell from the moment you entered that you weren't simple lovers."

"Why?"

"I'm not too sure either. I can tell from your eyes that your boyfriend is very protective of you."

"Is that so?" Ann Qianxike's heart warmed when she heard this.

Sometimes, Ann Qianxi was also worried about Chi Shaojun, and she was also worried about Chi Shaojun because of what he always said.

Because the social conditions were too good. As long as a woman had money, she could also live a good life. Men were not necessary necessities. And look at the other engaged ones.

Two exotic families, competing with each other in a slow and unhurried manner, I feel that their experiences can be written in novels, any economic god can just go home and carry a child to feed him or her.

The cost was too high, especially for men.

Once you're married, you'll be even more adult than an adult. Many things have to be shouldered by yourself.

What if the man was tired of scowl? What if the man is polite to you but doesn't want to get close to you? What if he's gay?

(Ann Qianxi's classmates told me that two girls with them were cheated and married. The man is handsome, but his condition is good. It's actually gay.)

He did not know what the best way was. It was to continuously hone his ability to adapt and give himself a support. He would work hard to earn money and improve himself. Some things could only be discussed after he had matured.

But Ann Qianxi had read so many novels over the years.

Including Annie's darling, she told Ann Qianxi that a woman must learn to be independent, be free, and live life with character, especially in love.

After reading so many novels, Ann Qianxi felt that this person, especially the man, was very attractive.

Wanting to rely on them to not let him be alone was not reliable at all. He had to lose it in love and gain immunity to pain. He had to grow, adapt to loneliness and reconcile with himself constantly.

It was always like this, going back and forth, being able to accompany others, being grateful to meet them, but not being all of them.

Ann Qianxi remembered Ansheng, and she remembered that Ansheng and July were the same person, a clone of the same person, just a clone of the author.

She smiled at Ann Qianxi and walked over in a tight lace sling, her smoky mouth like purple petals full of venom, and she landed easily amid a pile of beers and beer bottles.

The bar was her background, the air a gash, the blood a dragonfly smile.

I hope that everyone has their own life they want to live. Life is short and bitter, so I want to do what I like. May you be with everything you like.

Now Ann Qianxi had always felt that they were officially living two lives.

Ann Qianxi had been sitting alone in her office for a long time. She suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Outside the window, it was pitch black. Through the dim light of the street lamp, he could see that there was no one on the street outside the hospital.

"Oh, right. I have something to give you." With that, he handed over a small card to Ann Qianxike.

She gently received the card with her fair fingers.

Turning the page, Ann Qianxi saw a small line of words written in a handsome style. "Can you help me with something?"

Ann Qianxike stared blankly at the card. She looked up at the owner of the bar and asked, "Did the person who gave this to you leave any other information?"

"Nope."

"A man and a woman?"

"A woman," the boss answered, adding, "quite pretty."

"Ugh." Ann Qianxike opened her mouth in an "O" shape and wondered who it was.

She turned the card upside down and saw the unremarkable warning line.

"Only you are allowed to come, you are not allowed to be replaced by Chi Shaojun."

"Even Chi Shaojun knows her, she seems to be an acquaintance," Ann Qianxi thought to herself.

"What do you have in your hand?" Chi Shaojun walked over from behind and patted Ann Qianxi's shoulder.

She was startled.

"Why is there such a huge reaction? What happened to you?"

"It's nothing."

The night bar neon red light "bar" the word lonely arrangement in the black background, appears somewhat lonely.

The twig tried to tear the sky apart, but only a few tiny holes had been punctured.

Seeing how everything was in a state of depression, a poem by Gu Cheng appeared in Ann Qianxi's mind. She stretched, closed the curtains and the thick fabric, completely isolating the last bit of light.

Ann Qianxi's office was as dark as the outside, except for the faint glow from the computer.

It was already 11 PM.

The company's magazine materials were piled on the table. Ann Qianxi was still a small assistant while Zhu Zhu had been working for the group for almost a year. It had been turned over. It was already Luo Yang's precious paper. It was another Amon!

Ann Qianxi's current daily task was to help Ou Ney in the department, but she did not want to see it tonight.

After three consecutive days of night work, Ann Qianxi's body and brain were humbly begging Ann Qianxi for a hot bath and a rest.