"Boss, don't drink it! Drinking it again will hurt your body—" Before Vic was finished, Jiang Junxi stretched out his hand and pushed him away heavily. He lifted the wine bottle in his hand, staggered to the roof of the villa, and stepped directly up the steps.
"Boss..."
"do not come!"
Jiang Junxi shouted and stopped the three Ugos who were about to rush up.
He turned his head and looked up at the clear starry sky ahead. The night breeze struck one after another, and his body standing on a high place was blown and faltered.
This scene scared Ugo and the others behind him, for fear that Jiang Junxi would accidentally fall downstairs.
Looking at this familiar scene, Jiang Junxi suddenly remembered the beautiful but overly cold girl when he first saw Dongfang Han a long time ago. Her appearance destroyed everything and completely changed his life.
He will always remember that the way she dressed up for him at that banquet truly surprised him and everyone.
At that time, he was full of joy. All he knew was that he finally found it. After so many years, he finally found the one he liked. It's really good to know her.
"Jiang Junxi, do you believe me?" What she often said to him was just this.
At that time, he even felt impatient and even conceited that if he didn't believe her, then why would he still like her? No matter who she was or what identity she had, he was willing to tolerate and trust her.
However, everything changed completely after he mercilessly stabbed her.
He knew that in such a precarious situation, whether it was Dongfang Han or anyone else, he had to deal with the god of death, and he knew that Dongfang Han would definitely not be such a person who could not save him.
But he still blamed her for his father's death. Even doing something like that, humiliating her again and again.
At that time, he felt for the first time that the wind in this city turned out to be so cold. Even her heart was blown cold.
At that time, Dongfang Han looked at him incredulously, and suddenly laughed, with a bit of sarcasm: "You never believed me, Jiang Junxi!"
From that moment on, he knew that between them, there was bound to leave a gap forever.
However, God made another joke to him that shouldn't be made.
Father is still alive, and all this is Dongfanghan's white lie.
She told a big lie, but saved everyone.
"She has fulfilled her obligations just like your mother. Whatever is owed to you is returned to you. You and your father have no right to blame them for what they owe you father and son." Gao Yuan's tone was unusually calm when he said this .
Yes, there is no anger, no complaints, and no resentment. This calm tone made him feel that it was harsher than verbal abuse.
He vowed that she would never be hurt or wronged. He wants to give her happiness, give her happiness.
However, it was himself who tore off such a vow.
"Xiaohan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jiang Junxi looked up at the starry sky, looking up at the starry sky with a drunk face, something seems to be flowing from his eyes. He picked up the phone in his pocket, dialed a familiar number, and put the phone to his ear.
But there came such a desperate and distressing sentence.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty city empty number..."
This time, she won't come to him again, let alone appear in front of him angrily, calling him "a lunatic"!
He is willing to change for her, willing to die for her, but not willing to believe her.
"You father and son are the same, you only love yourself from beginning to end!" Gao Yuan's words before leaving became the curse of his life.