Chapter one hundred and thirty-two, breaking up

After charging, Gong Haohui let her go, opened the door and walked in, leaving Luo Ying standing there alone, quietly relishing the kiss just now, she gently hooked up her little finger to the lips flap, above the smell of his remains. Thinking of this, she could not help smiling sweetly.

Gong Xiao know what happened outside, he is no longer a child. For their feelings between the two things, he only chose to quietly do not disturb, home Luo Ying has as usual ready meals, he sat at the table with relish to eat.

After so many years with Luo Ying, they finally have a man to accompany them, which makes them feel happy.

Maybe that's what it's like to be a family.

"Jiang, there's a Miss Tang outside the office who wants to see you. "

Jiang Zihang has now occupied the position of Jiang's general manager, he can not refuse his mother's request, or choose to give up his ideals for a short time.

Hearing the name of Tang Miao, his pupil slightly increased, feeling a little shocked, but more, but it is indifferent.

"Let her in. "

A light word, he faces the floor to ceiling window of so big, look cloud light breeze is light, actually the heart already Primary Colors.

Tang Miao get permission, crazy rushed into the office of Jiang Zihang, a door, see that wipe familiar figure standing in the window, just a few days, but she seems to think, two people separated by a century.

"Zihang... "

She stood behind him and called his name softly. She wanted to rush forward and hold him, but she didn't have the courage.

It's just that the guy never turned around.

"What are you doing here? "

Jiang Zihang's voice was expressionless, but it trembled slightly. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, and scenes from the past played out in his mind like a movie.

He tried to tell himself not to go soft.

"Zihang, I know it was my father who leaked your identity to the media. You didn't try to hide it from me in the first place, did you? It was my fault. I shouldn't have misunderstood you. "

Tang Miao incoherent explanation, listening to his voice, she felt strange.

He never turned around, between two people, separated by a milky way distance.

"So? Are you here to apologize or to get back together? If you're here to apologize, that's how it's GonNa be, so there's no point in you apologizing. If this is about getting back together, then I lied to you, and I have no intention of marrying you, and you still want to be with me?"

Although Jiang Zihang does not want to admit very much, but between two people, really exist very big gap.

What's more, now that his relationship with Jiang Jihui is in full swing, he knows in his heart that his mother's presence is clearly intended to use him as a distraction, and, if he is still with Tang Miao, she is also inevitable to become Jiang Jihui control his handle.

"Jiang Zihang! What do you mean? Are you breaking up with me? "

Tang Miao emotional, but the pace is constantly backward. She had thought it was just a simple quarrel, but did not think of the answer to come is absolutely.

Her mind was blank, as if she had lost consciousness in an instant, and the chill ran from her toes to her head, and the tears were streaming down.

Jiang Zihang heard her hard to hide sobs, his tiptoes gently outside, already almost can not control himself want to rush over to embrace her, he clenched his fist, closed his eyes and raised his head, try not to let the tears flow down, control his voice.

"Didn't you tell me to break up with you first? How can you blame me in the end? Go Away and don't come looking for me again. "

Jiang Zihang tried to suppress the inner feelings, at this time, as long as Tang Miao rushed to his face, you can see he has been wet with tears face.

Just go, please. If you don't go, I can't help it.

"Good! " Tang Miao lifted her arm to wipe away the tears from her eyes. She is not a woman who is obsessed. Now that Jiang Zihang has abandoned her, she doesn't need to embarrass herself here, "Jiang Zihang, you remember, today you let me go, you must not regret, I walk out of this door, will never come back! "

With that, Tang Miao left the office without turning her head. She told herself that she would never allow another drop of tears to fall for this man. But the more she restrained herself, the more she cried.

Hear Footsteps Farther and farther, Jiang Zihang finally also can not support, his whole person against the glass straight down on his knees, cover his face, hide the injured heart, crying like a child who does not know anything.

At night, in the bar, Gong Haochen, dressed in a silver gray suit, sat at the bar, drinking his rum gracefully, while a mysterious man sat silently beside him, quietly to his ear: "The palace, Gong Haohui that period of time things I have all clear the hall, the specific I have all sent to the designated mailbox. "

"Good. Keep an eye on him. Find out all the companies he's worked with over the years. Be Specific. "

"got it. "

Then the man in black lowered his hat and left in silence.

Not Far Away, a woman in a black rump skirt, half veiled, quietly observed the situation, feeling the time was ripe, her lips slightly upward, from the pocket out of a pill into the glass, then the cat walk light step by step twist toward the palace Hao Chen is tasting wine.

"alone, sir? May I have a drink with you? "

The temple Hao Chen follows prestige to go, see a figure enchanting woman already uninvited to come to sit to his side.

Her eyes, a frown and a smile are intoxicating, although half covered with a veil, but he can still faintly see her appearance is not vulgar.

Although Gong Hao Chen is over 50 years old, but to see such a human best, or can not help but feel thirsty. Squinting his eyes, he gave a greasy smile and put his hand on the woman's hand. "How can this work? Of course I'll invite the lady, won't I? There's no reason for a woman to treat. "

The woman gently pushed his hand down with the fingertips, and then picked up the hands of the glass gently shaking, so that the inside of the wine aroma of the natural spread out.

"It seems that Sir is not going to give me that honour, is he? Why don't we have a toast? I'll have yours, and you'll have mine. This is a sacred drink. Only if you drink it will I know if you and I are right for each other, won't I?"