Punish PlayBoy From Now On

chapter 41 don't want to pester but peek

xiao ye's eyes, as if they were glued, stuck to zhao xianghai's body.

his heart warned himself that he had broken up, there was no need to stare at him like this, how he was, it had nothing to do with himself.

but......

he even wondered if his cervical vertebrae and eyeballs were suddenly sick, why couldn't his neck turn, and couldn't move his eyes?

zhao xianghai walked into the venue wearing a silver gray couture suit, the leather shoes were polished, the whole person was in good spirits, and the stylist took care of it a little before the hair came, fixed the shape, and looked handsome and charming.

xiao ye looked at him, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

when zhao xianghai turned his head and aligned his gaze with xiao ye, xiao ye was suddenly shocked.

when he saw zhao xianghai's face, his first thought was... this man actually fucking gave him so much weight!

xiao ye frowned suddenly, and his breathing became a little heavy.

zhao xianghai noticed xiao ye's undisguised look and stood stunned.

he originally wanted to walk away directly, after all, the two were not lovers who slept in the same bed, there was no need to have any intersection. but the men and women around them, their eyes shooting back and forth like searchlights between the two of them from time to time, like dogs smelling bones, thirsty for gossip, not sparing any details. 

zhao xianghai thought about it in his heart, or took a glass of champagne from the tray of the waiter next to him, strode over to xiao ye's body, and laughed softly: "xiao zong, hello." "

xiao ye's face suddenly changed, and he pressed his throat: "... what do you call me? "

"general manager xiao," zhao xianghai repeated, lowering his voice, "others are waiting to see our gossip, now that we are separated, we are still friends, it is better to behave naturally and save it from becoming someone else's talk." "

xiao ye listened to zhao xianghai's words, but his heart was stabbed by the two words "xiao zong", and he was in pain.

mr. xiao...

they have now fallen to the point of calling each other that.

once the two of them were still sleeping in the same bed, one in the quilt, they used to be so close.

but now, they were standing under the dazzling light, holding up their wine glasses, with a polite and alienated business-style expression, calling each other zhao zong and xiao zong.

life is fucking ridiculous.

xiao ye tensed his face, trying not to let the emotions in his heart vent out. holding up the champagne, he touched zhao xianghai with a cold face, and his voice seemed to squeeze out from between his teeth: "well, zhao zong." "

the people around them saw their appearance, heard their names, and scattered with long sighs and short sighs, one by one, they were determined in their hearts, these two people were really broken.

five hundred and two glue can't stick back to the kind.

however, in a place where no one saw it, xiao ye's fingers squeezed into the flesh of his palm deadly, making his fingernails white.

after the feast began, the crowd took their seats.

i don't know whether the organizers did not intend to, or deliberately arranged in response to the call of the masses to eat gossip, zhao xianghai and xiao ye's seats were actually connected.

ye ting looked at him with embarrassment and felt his teeth sour, and secretly asked xiao ye, "do you want to change seats with you?" "

xiao ye was very touched by ye ting's thoughtfulness, and then coldly and ruthlessly rejected him.

he said: "i told you, i broke up with him, now i am just a friend, i have forgotten all the things that i should have forgotten before, and now i am changing my seat, which is even more deliberate." "

ye ting only felt that this man's mouth was not right, and his nonsense kung fu was getting home more and more.

obviously, i just don't want to change.

xiao ye sat next to zhao xianghai, looking at the president of the entrepreneurs federation who was speaking on the stage, but yu guang couldn't help but pay attention to zhao xianghai's movements.

zhao xianghai was thinner, and the contours of his cheeks were more distinct. his slender legs are intertwined, and his shiny black shoes and tightly wrapped suit pants add a touch of maturity and sexiness to a man's unique maturity.

the president on the stage was still speaking, zhao xianghai listened for a while, picked up the mobile phone to reply to the message, put it down not long ago, and picked up the mobile phone again.

who is he messaging?

xiao ye couldn't help but quietly glance at the afterglow.

the two words of song xiu suddenly appeared on the screen, making him wish that he could not see anything after the needle eye he had just grown, and his eyes instantly became darker.

zhao xianghai was sending messages to song xiu, and he still sent them so frequently?

xiao ye pursed his lips tightly, and without saying a word, his heart seemed to be grasped by a hand, and he was sullen.

after zhao xianghai broke up with himself, he and song xiu still maintained close contact.

they're not going to be together, are they?

isn't it going to be a couple so soon?

it's only been two months!

this thought and question, with its thorns, ran rampant in xiao ye's mind. for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it, cold face, and tried to ask as if he didn't care: "you have a good relationship with song xiu now, aren't you?"