I Love You Every Time You Play

From the very beginning, Ninghao knew that Yang Jie was not easy to deal with, because they were the same kind of people, arrogant, rarely caring about other people’s opinions, and would not compromise. They were very dazzling with the confidence that they piled up with money and family background since they were young. The only difference is that for Jiang Youyu, Ning Hao took the initiative to curb his edge and disguised himself as a different kind of person.

Therefore, I would rather hate Yang Jie and hate myself.

She didn't say anything, but got up and wanted to go out.

Yang Jie held the wine glass and said, "I wish you success."

I don't know if Ninghao heard it, but she kept her pace, straightened her back with her head held high, and passed through the crowd before disappearing into her vision.

Yang Jie retracted his gaze, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and he took a drink.

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Yang Jie didn't realize Jiang Youyu's pursuit, but Jiang Youyu, who was slow these days, discovered Ninghao's anomaly.

She started to bump into Ning Hao often, and Ning Hao smiled and greeted her. Once, she shook the dessert in her hand and said to her: "President Jiang, I bought some extra desserts. Let’s eat them. ."

Jiang Youyu directly pointed out the logical loophole in her words: "Since I bought it myself, how could it be redundant."

Ning Hao's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, unlike the quiet and gentle appearance of the past, with something Jiang Youyu could not understand, "I bought it specifically for you. I have to say that before you can accept it?"

There is a sharp edge under these words that cannot be ignored. It is something Jiang Youyu's impression of Ninghao would not say, but vaguely, she feels that it seems that this is correct. Although it is abrupt, it does not surprise her. .

Jiang Youyu quickly recovered from that strange illusion, his face seemed to be covered with frost, and he said coldly, "I don't want to eat."

Ninghao lowered her arms, her long hair was behind her ears, revealing her shiny silver ear diamonds, she looked straight at Jiang Youyu, and said word by word: "Don't you eat? I thought you would I want to eat dessert, I bought it specially."

Jiang Youyu looked at her, and didn't let it go: "I'm not sad."

Ning Hao looked at her, laughed again, and was the first to lose. He looked down to avoid her cold and temperatureless gaze, with a relaxed tone, and picked out all the cotton needles hidden in the words: "Ah yes, then I made a mistake, I'm sorry, President Jiang."

Jiang Youyu nodded and brushed past her without catching the stubborn light in her eyes.

It wasn't until she turned a corner and disappeared into Ninghao's sight that Ninghao turned around, the smile on her face suddenly faded, and she walked into the elevator without any emotion.

Looking at the pulsating cold numbers, Ning Hao reached into the bag and took out a small bag of puffs, and ate it.

In the next few days, Ning Hao was looking for opportunities to meet Jiang Youyu, speaking a little inquiring. Once she touched the other person’s hard shell, she would try to beat a few times. If the other person’s eyes gradually sink, she will face each other. With a smile, she retracted her edge, as if nothing had happened, continued to pretend to be her good girl, and quietly said "Goodbye Sister Jiang".

Although Jiang Youyu has never been in a relationship and doesn't understand love affairs, she is very sensitive to this kind of tentative behavior. She doesn't want to go around and drag Ning Hao directly, and said coldly, "What do you want to tell me? ?"

Ning Hao slopped at her: "No Sister Jiang."

Jiang Youyu squinted his eyes and said, "This is the only chance I will give you. I will listen to your questions patiently."

"My question, will Sister Jiang give me the answer?" Ning said with a laugh.

Jiang Youyu was non-committal: "You said it."

That evening, Jiang Youyu learned about Ninghao's problem. Because she returned to the office after dinner and found a bouquet of roses in her drawer.

To be more precise, it was a close-perfect bouquet of roses with the thorns cut off.

Beside the roses, there is a note with a sentence: What's your answer?

Later, Ninghao received a picture on WeChat.

Ninghao chuckled in a low voice, "Same as I thought..."

In the picture, she carefully selected and carefully removed all the spiked roses lying alone in the trash can, accompanied by trash, just like her heart that has been buried for many years.

She knew that when Sister Youyu didn't like her, her confession pursuit would definitely get such a result. She was merciless, simply and neat, without leaving a trace of illusion to the suitor.

Although ruthless, it is the simplest and most direct rejection.

If it was changed before, Ninghao might have retreated and continued to play the good sister You Yu likes. But now, the situation is different. The appearance of Yang Jie makes her feel a sense of crisis. She can no longer shrink a corner and just watch silently. There is Sister Yu, but to stand by her side.

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The three seem to be caught in a vicious circle.

Jiang Youyu continued to pursue Yang Jie at his own pace. Yang Jie continued to do his own way. He was never salty or indifferent to Jiang Youyu. Ning Hao continued to hang around in front of Jiang Youyu, even though he had been rejected many times.

At this moment, Jiang's father also got a kick. Perhaps it was Jiang Jiang’s departure that made Jiang’s father feel a sense of threat from being challenged by authority. He found that his position in this family was shaken. His beloved daughter completely ignored his words and preferred to leave for a homosexual. After raising her for more than two decades, he felt that a certain established rule must be consolidated, so he set his sights on the eldest daughter who never needed him to worry about.

That time, Father Jiang had a terrible feeling that even his most trusted eldest daughter would challenge his authority.

This is a kind of betrayal.

He did not allow this kind of thing to happen a second time, especially to Jiang Youyu.

Thus, Jiang's father began to put double mental pressure on Jiang Youyu in the workplace and in life.

Jiang Youyu became more and more silent, and at the same time he became more and more obsessed with Yang Jie. Sometimes he even left work and drove to Yang Jie's house. No reason, just want to see her.

Yang Jie, who is a person, naturally felt Jiang Youyu's quiet change. However, she knew that the president did not suddenly open his mind, but was forced to desperate. The whole body was stretched into a string, and it would break if touched. Jiang Youyu transformed the tiredness and disgust under this pressure. In pursuit of her, although his eyes are as cold as ice, his heart is as warm as fire.

Yang Jie looked at Jiang Youyu, put away his sharp edge for the first time, and said sincerely: "You shouldn't come to see me, you should see a psychologist, You Yu, your mental state is very bad now, and your attachment to me has already deviated. With love, you regard me as your life-saving straw. But Yu Yu, I cannot save you, or that I am not the one who can save you."

Jiang Youyu looked calm, as always, simply: "I'm fine."

Yang Jie sighed, and the black cross beside his ear seemed to lose its light, showing a heavy color, like a quagmire, dragging people down.

Jiang Youyu doesn't know when this state can stop or when this life can end. She only knows that she can't stop or retreat, otherwise the thick dirt will catch up and swallow her.

She has not had a good night's sleep for two years.

The turning point occurred on a Saturday evening.

Jiang Youyu invited Yang Jie to see a painting exhibition held by a well-known overseas artist in China. At 6:30, she waited outside the gallery, her eyebrows covered with frost, watching the news on her mobile phone.

Father Jiang: [I have an appointment with the son of President Wang of the Wang family group, please meet you tomorrow]

Father Jiang is using this method to show her that his status cannot be shaken.

Jiang Youyu stared at the news until her eyes were a little sore. She gritted her teeth and suddenly dialed the phone and said, "Dad, don't force me."

Father Jiang said calmly on the other end: "You are not young anymore. Jiang Jiang has a gay. If you don't hurry up, how can the Jiang family's blood continue?"

Jiang Youyu's eyes were deep, and he said, "I can't walk away at work."

Father Jiang said: "I will think of a way."

Jiang Youyu suddenly panted and hung up the phone.

At this moment, news of Yang Jie popped out, saying that she couldn't walk away when something happened and couldn't come to see the exhibition.

Jiang Youyu glanced at the news and cut off the screen, clenched his fingers, and walked out vigorously.

It was raining heavily outside, and it was the second heavy rain since the beginning of winter.

Jiang Youyu did not go to the parking lot, but threw herself into the wind and rain without any hesitation. The invincible body in the past is so weak at this moment, it seems that a random gust of wind can blow her away and blow her to some unknown place. Quietly die.

That's it, walking aimlessly, there is wind and rain everywhere, there is no road anywhere.

Suddenly, the raindrops on the body were blocked by something. What followed was the dull sound of falling on something. Jiang Youyu raised his eyes and saw a hot red on the top of his head. It was the only thing in this dim world. Colors.

The familiar voice sounded, mixed with the sound of rain, but she heard it all at once.

"Come to my house, change clothes, don't catch a cold, Sister Jiang."

The author has something to say: The turning point is here. Next, we will not be abused. We would rather be cute. On the contrary, President Jiang will be home to the crematorium for a period of time, but it should not be too much to abuse Sister Jiang. After all, Ning is cute. ~Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2020-12-1423:50:23~2020-12-1800:33:11~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of self-deprecating;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!