Jun Ling sent countless WeChat messages, but all of them fell on deaf ears. Huang Xin looked at his cousin's cold face and didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, he said, "Were you just trying to be brave?"
Jun Ling's face turned pale and he didn't respond.
Huang Xin was confused and helpless. "No, since you really have feelings for her, why do you still say those things? You really like her, and I won't laugh at you. Look, now it's like this. If it were me, I would hear you say those things with my own ears, and you would never be able to clear yourself in front of me. Brother, you said it yourself, and she heard it with her own ears. She heard that you just wanted to use her."
"Have you said enough?" Jun Ling raised his head and glanced at him with a murderous look in his eyes.
Huang Xin curled his lips: "What's the point of being mean to me now? Think about how to make amends. It seems that Zhou Tao is deeply hurt by you."
Jun Ling grabbed a handful of hair irritably: "Okay, shut up."
Huang Xin muttered, "You're reaping the fruits of your own actions."
Jun Ling sent so many WeChat messages, but there was no response from the other end. He tried to call her again, but no one answered.
He uttered "I'm sorry" dejectedly.
Everything he said sounded like quibbling. He really hated his own mouth. Why did he make the situation like this
She was already feeling the lingering fear from the paint-throwing incident, and his words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Zhou Tao is a person who is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. She will probably remember his words for the rest of her life.
Jun Ling lowered his head and put his phone upside down on the table: "I don't know why I said those words. I'm a jerk, and I deserve it."
Huang Xin wanted to blame him, but seeing how depressed he was, he couldn't bear it: "So, you really like her, right?"
Jun Ling: "What's the point of saying this now?"
"You should at least face their feelings head on."
Jun Ling lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know when I really fell in love with her. Maybe it was because of the drama."
Huang Xin really wanted to knock him on the head. It’s not shameful to like Zhou Tao. What’s there to deny
"Well now that things have come to this, Zhou Tao has already determined that you are a liar. The only thing you have to do is to make amends."
Jun Ling: "Do I still have a chance to make amends? There's no way she'll let me get close to her again."
Huang Xin: "Isn't your Qingyu Line going to be promoted soon? She will have to attend the event by then. You can handle it yourself. Find an opportunity to kneel down in front of her and beg for forgiveness."
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Zhou Tao soaked in the bathtub for a long time, so long that the water in the bathtub had become slightly cold. She numbly climbed out of the bathtub, put on her bathrobe, poured herself a glass of red wine, and sat by the window to watch the rain outside.
She held the cup in one hand and clenched it slightly with the other hand. Zhou Tao, you will live a different life in the future.
I can't be emotionally controlled by any man anymore.
Feelings are the least trustworthy. Only your own career, which is firmly in your hands, is the most reliable.
After drinking two glasses of red wine, she lay down on the bed. It was June, but she still felt a little cold. She hugged the quilt tightly and fell into a chaotic sleep.
On the other side, Lu Wenzhou stood in front of the French window, smoking a cigarette with a deep frown on his face. Even if he realized it later, he should have known that she had suffered a great injustice tonight, and even felt that she had lost face in front of him.
(End of this chapter)