Qin Si's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with bitterness; "I don't plan to break up..."
Qiao Nian interrupted him: "You two are not suitable."
She said it very directly: "I didn't think you two were incompatible before. I thought dating was a matter between two people and had nothing to do with other people. Now I realize that my previous thoughts were too self-centered. Dating is a matter between two people, but to achieve a result, you need to win the approval of your family."
She looked at Qin Si's painful face and said calmly, "Of course, what I said does not represent Guan Yan's thoughts. She has never thought about marrying you, and she doesn't care about the result. But then again, her not having the intention and you not being able to give her are two different things. People's feelings are not like running water that can be supplied to you continuously. You can't give her the result, and you want her to be talked about unnecessarily. I hope you can break up as soon as possible and don't waste her feelings."
Qiao Nian rarely spoke to him so seriously. If it was anything else, Qin Si would agree without hesitation.
Just about viewing the inkstone.
He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, Sister Qiao, I can't do it."
Qiao Nian looked at him, nodded after a few seconds, walked over and continued walking.
Ye Wangchuan took half a step back, raised his hand and patted Qin Si's shoulder gently, then left the restaurant.
Qin Si looked at the backs of the two people walking away, and his heart seemed to be torn into a ball of wool, with a thread pulled out and stretched infinitely and blurred.
He clenched his fists, turned around with a disheveled look, and walked back to drive. On the way, he took out his cell phone and found Bo Jingxing's phone number.
"Bo Er, come out and have a drink."
*
Qiao Nian got into the car, which was still hot, and fastened his seat belt with his head down and expressionless. Then he took out his phone and started a game in landscape mode.
She ignores people on the street, as if the man next to her doesn't exist.
Gu San sensed the unusual atmosphere, so he raised the fender of his car and drove obediently in the front to reduce his presence.
Qiao Nian rarely lost the game. She saw the red OVER on her phone screen and lost interest in playing. She rested her fingers on the edge of the phone, her expression was full of annoyance, her eyebrows were sharply lowered, and the corners of her lips were cold.
At this time, Ye Wangchuan reached out from the side and took the phone. When the girl looked over, an innocent look appeared on his handsome face.
"It's unfair, my girlfriend. You can't blame everyone for the crime. He is him, and I am me. He didn't handle it well, so I shouldn't be the one to take the blame."
"I'm not counting on you." The girl turned her eyes away.
Ye Wangchuan carefully observed her expression and raised his thin lips slightly: "Then you didn't say a word to me along the way. Doesn't that count as collective punishment?"
Qiao Nian turned around to look at him. The more she looked, the more she thought of Qin Si. She thought of what the Qin family had just said while they were chatting and laughing in the box. Her heart felt like a ball of wool tangled in it, and she didn't feel at ease at all.
Ye Wangchuan suddenly approached her, stretched out his hand to push away the strands of hair on her forehead, and smoothed her frowning brows, breathing gently on her face. He whispered: "Guan Yan is a mature person, she can judge for herself. If Qin Si is not worth it, she will not sink into it."
"I know." Qiao Nian's eyes were slightly cold: "I just don't like irrelevant people talking about others behind their backs."
Guan Yan should not be compared with anyone else.
"Observing the inkstone means observing the inkstone."
Guanyan is not a greenhouse flower grown in the conventional sense, but that doesn’t mean Guanyan is not good enough. She is a rose grown in an illegal area.
Violent and hot, gorgeous and dazzling.
If Qin Si and Guan Yan cannot be together, it is not the rose's fault for having thorns, but the person who wanted to pick the rose made a mistake about where the rose should live from the beginning.