But what does he do
He Jichen, who was racking his brains one second and thinking about what to do, saw his car in the next second. Without thinking, he opened the door and got in, then stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the ground. From the parking lot, I ran onto the main road and started wandering around the city aimlessly.
He didn't know which road he was on, or what his speed was. He only knew that the red light was on, he stopped, the green light was on, and he left. He was like a mindless puppet. Driving, until his car ran out of gas and was forced to stop, he didn't react. He just kept pressing the accelerator as hard as he could. When the soles of his feet ached faintly, he frowned and turned around slightly. After thinking for a while, I lowered my head and glanced at the dial. It turned out that the car was out of gas...
He just refueled in the afternoon... He Jichen thought as he slowly turned his head and looked out the window, and found that the night was vast and dark.
Only then did he realize that he quickly glanced at the time on the car and saw that it was almost midnight.
He actually drove around Beijing alone for nearly three hours.
He raised his hand, rubbed the center of his brow that was sore from driving for a long time, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit it in his mouth, lit it, did not smoke, just held it directly between his fingertips, and let the cigarette smoke Burning quietly.
The car windows were closed tightly, and the smell of cigarette smoke quickly filled his whole body, making his tense mood calm down a little. Then he found his mobile phone and dialed the number of the insurance company and asked them to send someone to pick up his car. come on.
After hanging up the phone, He Jichen put down his back and lay in the car, looking out the window at the misty night, lighting one cigarette after another.
When he lit up only the last cigarette in a pack of cigarettes, he reached out his hand from the passenger seat, blindly touched the phone, and raised it in front of him.
WeChat has many unread message reminders.
After clicking in, the first thing that jumped into my eyes was the message Tang Huahua sent to me an hour ago.
"Senior He, Xiaoyi left the school after getting up this morning, and she hasn't even gone to the dormitory yet."
"I called her, but she didn't answer. At 10:30, her mother called her and called her dormitory. She said that her cell phone was not answered. I was afraid that her mother would think too much and search randomly. I used an excuse to pass it off."
She was taken to the Four Seasons Hotel by him, and her clothes were torn to pieces by him. She has not returned to the dormitory now, she should still be in the hotel room...
He Jichen did not reply to Tang Huahua's message and directly opened the company's WeChat group.
It was already getting late, and there weren't many people inside, but if you scrolled up, you could still see some people in the company talking about Ji Yi...
He was always like this, no matter how uncomfortable and angry she made him, even if he was so angry that he wanted to kill her, he couldn't stand others blaming her.
Just like these years, he knew that she didn't have him in her heart, but he still loved him deeply without hesitation.
Probably it was a person who seemed to be calm, but in fact he loved her crazily and passionately for so long that he still couldn't see any hope, so her unconscious knife could always pierce the deepest part of his heart, easily. Made him lose his mind.
Just like tonight, when he saw those videos, saw her coming out of the lounge where Lin Zhengyi was, and heard those words she said... he lost control.