The Idol And The Disabled President Made An Official Announcement

chapter 41

After leaving Chen Zhen's studio, Ye Hansheng returned directly to Songhai Palace.

He was not in a good mood, he was too lazy to turn on the lights when he entered the house, so he turned the wheelchair directly to the balcony. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony reflected the colorful neon outside, and it became more and more melancholy in contrast to the quiet and dark room.

Twisting his empty fingers, Ye Hansheng suddenly wanted to smoke.

He did not smoke before, and later suffered both physical and mental torture, and gradually learned to use nicotine to paralyze himself. Later, he didn't want to rely on nicotine to kill his will, and quit smoking again. Up to now, he has not smoked for nearly two years.

At this moment, he was sitting in the dark, watching the faintly warm yellow light on the opposite balcony, and became addicted to smoking again.

Ye Hansheng twisted his fingers, went back to the room and looked for it for a while, only to find a box of Golden Throat Throat. He didn't pick it, squeezed one into his mouth, and the unique spicy flavor of the throat lozenge hit the top of his head.

He went back to the balcony and looked at the light from the opposite balcony. There is no shaking figure on the balcony, Wenrun should be in the house.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, watching without blinking.

He actually listened to Chen Zhen's words.

He knows his own situation, and he clearly knows what he should and should not do. However, human feelings sometimes do not accept the constraints of wisdom. Reason knows that this is wrong, but the turbulent feelings cannot be recovered.

To him, Wenrun was like a traveler in an extremely cold place but unclothed. He suddenly found a cluster of flames when he was hungry and cold, and wanted to take it for himself desperately. It doesn't matter if the flame is strong enough, no matter how long the flame can warm him, or even if the flame is willing or not. Because he wanted to possess it, he set up numerous traps, and kept the flames around him step by step, and could no longer escape.

People who have been cold for too long always inadvertently expose their selfishness and despicability.

There was a warm smile in his mind, Ye Han raised his hand and covered his eyes, not allowing himself to look at the warm light opposite, and there was a whisper in the darkness, "I will give you one more chance..."

As long as you stop trying to get close to me, I will let you go and set you free.

Wenrun just hugged the pillow, curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, the lights in the room were still on.

Curled up and slept all night, the bones were sour, and the whole body was weak. He shook his head, threw the pillow aside, went to the bathroom barefoot, walked to the door to react, and hurriedly turned back and put on the slippers. When I arrived at the sink, I took the water to rinse my mouth, and put the electric toothbrush into my mouth. There was a "buzzing" vibration in the bathroom, and there was no foam after brushing for a long time. Wen Run took out the toothbrush and found that there was no toothpaste squeezed.

He became even more stunned, listlessly squeezed the toothpaste, and put the toothbrush in his mouth again.

In the clear and bright mirror, the young man showed swollen eyes and messy hair, looking decadent as if he had spent three nights.

Wen Run stared at herself in the mirror blankly, and gradually doubts appeared in her eyes, why should she care so much about Mr. Ye's personal affairs? No matter how good friends are, there will be things that the other side doesn't know about each other. Is your own possessiveness too strong, just because a lady you don't know is depressed?