Song Qiyue slowly returned to her senses, she whispered, "Is it right? No one can say clearly. You ask me, I can't answer you."
"Then why do you decide to choose him like this again?" Kang Ziwen asked eagerly.
"Probably I want to try it." She said bluntly.
"Try?" Kang Ziwen was startled, his eyebrows frowned, "If you just want to try, can't I? Why don't you choose me? July, I am sincere to you! I dare not say Bimo Zheng Yanlai has some points, but I will use all my possibilities to treat you well!"
Song Qiyue was silent for a moment, "Kang Ziwen, have you ever thought that you are good to me, but may not be what I want? Have you ever thought about what I really want? Thank you for being so kind to me. Persistence is just your current mind, which has already created a burden on me."
"And I want to try, it's just because this person is him." She said what she said from the bottom of her heart, which may also be her true thoughts, she no longer forbeared, and suddenly became clear.
Kang Ziwen was so frustrated at this moment, an unprecedented frustration.
How can this be?
She tried only because this person was Mo Zhengyan.
So, from the beginning, there was no possibility for him.
Kang Ziwen couldn't help feeling sad. He was still looking at her with a bitter curve at the corner of his mouth, which was indescribable. In silence, he whispered, "So, no matter what I do, you can't really give me a chance, right?"
Song Qiyue smiled, her smile was so beautiful in Kang Ziwen's eyes, but she also gave him an affirmative answer.
She said, "Kang Ziwen, you will meet a girl who is worthy of you to like so seriously, but she is not me."
After Song Qiyue finished speaking, holding the wine glass and slowly leaving, Kang Ziwen was stunned in place, as if he hadn't grasped anything.
Greeting everyone at the banquet, Song Qiyue wandered around, and came to the corner alone. The night outside was so sultry, somehow, she wanted to call him. So, she took out her mobile phone and called him according to what she was thinking in her heart.
Mo Zhengyan picked it up over there, and he asked softly, "Aren't you busy today?"
"I miss you." She replied softly, and he was silent on the other end, then suddenly said, "Where are you?"
"There is a business banquet in the company today. Come and pick me up." She hadn't offered this before, and Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Okay."
Today's banquet was originally scheduled to end at ten o'clock in the evening, and it was already half past nine o'clock at this time. But after a while, Mo Zhengyan had arrived, and Song Qiyue had left the guests, and she turned around and walked out.
Kang Ziwen, who was also talking to the guests, saw her leaving, and he paced to the window. Looking at the probe, it was vaguely visible outside, a car parked in the distance, and she greeted her with a brisk pace.
Kang Ziwen retracted his gaze, turned his back, bowed his head and shook the glass.
Out of the hotel, Song Qiyue saw him, and she wandered up, "I'm coming so soon."
Mo Zhengyan leaned on the body and watched her come all the way, "Thinking about you, I think the banquet is boring, so I want to find someone to take you out of the sea of suffering, so I'm here."
"Why don't you take me away?" Song Qiyue smiled, and the two got into the car.
Mo Zhengyan escorted her back to the apartment, and Song Qiyue said with a smile, "So tired."
He didn't say anything, just flicked her head gently, and she fell down on his shoulders. Then he said, "Sleep for a while, and I will call you when it's time."
Song Qiyue closed his eyes, feeling the ups and downs of the journey, and smelled the faint scent of him, mixed with an unidentified scent, probably tobacco.
When the car was approaching the Golden Coast apartment, Song Qiyue woke up.
Mo Zhengyan looked down and found her waking up, "It hasn't arrived yet."
Seeing that the night outside was just right, Song Qiyue suddenly became interested, she said, "Today's moon is so beautiful, why don't we take a walk and walk back?"
She always had so many sudden thoughts, and Mo Zhengyan responded, "Stop."
The driver pulled over and both got off. Walking along the road back to the apartment, the night in July is not cold anymore, it is suitable for such a stroll. Mo Zhengyan smoked a cigarette, and Song Qiyue looked sideways, "I don't know who it is. I said in front of me how many harmful substances are in the cigarette, but this person did not quit smoking."
"You have always loved beauty, and smoking will make you ugly."
"If you become ugly, then why should I want you?"
"Yep?"
"I just like your face." She joked nonchalantly, and Mo Zhengyan also laughed, but he suddenly asked, "You said that you need to think about it, how are you thinking about it now, and there are results? "
"In fact, I'm really curious, why are you so anxious to get married? Are you forced to get married?" Song Qiyue was also confused, her thoughts turned quickly.
"The man stands at thirty, it's time to get married." Mo Zhengyan said with a smile.
"It seems that your parents are also worried about your marriage." Song Qiyue can understand that the children of the big family will be arranged for marriage early, let alone the eldest son.
"However, don't you think that getting married is something with a low chance of success?" Song Qiyue asked again.
"How to say?"
"According to statistics, people in this world will meet 29.2 million people in their lifetime. The probability of two people falling in love is zero, zero, four, and the probability of being a husband and wife is zero. Eight, the probability of being able to stay together for a lifetime is zero, zero, zero, and zero. As for the probability of not cheating on both sides, the probability is so low that it can't be lower. If this is the case, you still want to get married?"
She said a bunch of numbers, but it was a tongue twister.
"It seems that you are not optimistic about marriage." Mo Zhengyan had a conclusion.
Song Qiyue also admitted, "I really don't believe it, because the chances are too small, why should I take the risk to try again?"
Mo Zhengyan swallowed smoke, "Are you not confident in me, or in yourself?"
"Half and half." She replied frankly, raising her eyebrows slightly, "You don't have a good name, and you really don't feel safe. In fact, as long as you say you want to get married, most women are happy."
Song Qiyue had known this point long ago, and there is no need to question it.
"Why did you come to me to get married?" Song Qiyue asked.
Mo Zhengyan smiled and said, "I have already said that I need a wife, and you are the most suitable."
His answer was so simple, but there was a misty feeling, as if he couldn't catch it. At this moment, Song Qiyue didn't know what he was insisting on. In fact, she had asked him before, but at this moment she was still persistent. Yes, she wanted an answer like this, but she couldn't catch it so much. Perhaps she wanted to hear that affirmative sentence, and what was it, her heart was so anxious.
"Mo Zhengyan, it's really so hard to find you an answer?" Song Qiyue asked with her eyes, just as he asked her the same day.
At this moment, his eyes were deep and far away, the sky full of stars fell into his eyes, but couldn't get into the depths of his heart. It was actually faint, which made Song Qiyue feel tight. It was her illusion, or what, she actually saw a touch of sorrow.
The smoke was blown away by the wind, and Mo Zhengyan smiled slowly and said, "Because the person I love will never come back again."