The Reluctant Bride

After being surprised, the person's voice was very surprised: "Qingqing. Is that you?"

The familiar voice carried a great surprise. Zuo Panqing's breathing stopped, her body froze and could not move, just standing blankly.

The clenched hands, and the nails that fell into the palms tightly, caused pain after another.

The pain caused Zuo Panqing to take a breath unconsciously, only to realize that she had not breathed.

Relaxing her fists, and then relaxing, without lifting her head, she moved her body one step to the side, another step, just thinking about leaving. Unexpectedly, a big hand grabbed her arm, and then tightly hugged her into his arms.

A familiar, faint scent of grass that had appeared countless times in a dream poured into the tip of his nose. That was completely different from the strong masculine masculinity of Gu Xuewen.

It was a dream she had forgotten that she couldn't forget, and she couldn't throw it away.

Her body began to tremble, and she could barely stand. If it hadn't been for the big hand on her waist, she believed she might have fallen to the ground at this time.

"Qingqing, my God, is it really you? It's really you—"

That nice, gentle voice was very pleasant and surprising. It rang in Zuo Panqing's ear, one after another. Overlap with the past.

Zuo Panqing's body was tight, and the temperature in October was just right. But she felt cold, and she was cold again and again.

I was stiff for a long time, and felt my nails fall into the palm of my palm again, painful, so painful. The pain brought her back a bit of sanity.

What should she do?

With an unfamiliar face, he said: Sir, sorry, did you recognize the wrong person?

Still raised his head calmly, said: Long time no see. How are you?

Thoughts flowed a few times, but Zuo Panqing couldn't say a word, her eyes were a little hot, and desperately suppressing the urge to cry, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed him away forcefully. The voice was so cold that she surprised herself.

"Sir. I'm sorry, you admitted the wrong person."

Abandoning this sentence, she did not dare to look up at him, but quickly ran into the women's bathroom, the door closed, and her body leaned heavily against the door panel, gasping for breath.

He touched his chest and jumped hard. She bit her lip desperately, and finally forced the heat in her eyes.

In the western restaurant, light music is circulating at this time. The low female voice was very pleasing to the ears, as if it were appropriate.

miss

We are all at fault

In the corner of happiness

What else do you want

Until one day

Sorry to bloom its flowers

Everyone will understand

Before was the happiest

miss

God is at fault

Create joys and sorrows clutch hands I and the sky.

Let us bear the result

everyone

Is another person's view

When lonely

What is more naked than love

Yeah, missed it. Whether it was five years ago or five years later, they have already missed it and will never be able to return to the beginning.

I washed my face for myself, patted my cheek, looked at myself in the mirror, and finally recovered my calm. Zuo Panqing, you are no longer the innocent little girl five years ago. You are now married. You have a husband and have a new life. It has nothing to do with that person.

That's it, do a good job of psychological construction with yourself again. Zuo Panqing stepped forward and left the bathroom. Out of the corridor, there was no one outside.

Zuo Panqing breathed a sigh of relief, and began to wonder if she was dreaming just now.

Back at the seat, the dishes were already served, Qiao Xinwan looked at Zuo Panqing with a smile: "I said you won't come again, the dishes are cold."

"It's okay, isn't this coming?"

Zuo Panqing smiled, sat down in the seat, searched the restaurant unconsciously, but couldn't find the familiar figure.

"What's wrong? Looking for someone?"

"No." Zuo Panqing smiled uncomfortably. Lower your head and eat intently. Leaving the western restaurant, she refused Qiao Xinwan's proposal to send herself back. She called a taxi home by herself.

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"Qingqing." That voice is very pleasant. Zuo Panqing likes listening to him the most, and prefers to listen to him singing. Especially like to listen to him singing Leslie Cheung's song. .

"Qingqing. I love you."

"Qingqing. We will always be together, shall we not separate?"

"Qingqing. I want to marry you. We stay together for life."

"..."

Every sound, every call. That is his exclusive nickname for her. Qingqing, these two words, only he would call her that.

"Qingqing. We are a perfect couple."

Countless scene transitions, each of the protagonists is him and her. Until the end, the door of the hotel room. Zuo Panqing left with a look of loss+——

"No."

Zuo Pan sat up quietly, only to realize that he was dreaming. Dreamed about the past again.

"So it was a dream?" It was a dream, not real. Then he never came back. The man in the restaurant today is not him. correct. not him.

Zuo Panqing patted her chest and wanted to go back to sleep, but found that she couldn't sleep anymore. There was a trace of regret in her heart. Maybe she shouldn't just push him away in the restaurant today.

Maybe she should raise her head and take a look. You will find that the person is not him at all, just the wrong person.

"Enough." Lie back weakly on the bed, Zuo Panqing stopped thinking about it anymore.

"You are married. You are married." It doesn't matter if that person is him or not. Everything before them. It's all over.

Zuo Panqing told herself this, but couldn't help but think about it. For a long time, she could not accept the figure of him leaving just like that. So I have been looking for a similar shadow.

It's like Zhang Jianyuan, but because his voice is so much like him, she chose to be with him.

Every time Zhang Jianyuan asked her. She thought of him. Then you will feel soft and agree. If it weren't for Zhang Jianyuan's sound like him, she wouldn't associate with him at all.

but. How could Zhang **** compare to him. Such a person is not worthy to carry shoes for him. A modest gentleman like him. It's impossible to do things that hurt women.

"But, he hurt you, didn't he?"

I despise myself so much, and can't help but think of today's hug, full of heartache, pity, and regret after regret. There are concerns.

Does he love her? Does he regret it? Or is it a misunderstanding that year? can you?

My lips moved, but I couldn't say the name. Putting his hand into his mouth, he bit down desperately, trying to clear himself up.

Enough left Panqing. Stop it. Don't think about it. Zuo Panqing shrank and felt a little cold.

The temperature of the air conditioner is too low, right? I wanted to turn it off and found that she didn't turn on the air conditioner at all. Twisted the body into the bed again. She shrank tightly into a ball.

Unexpectedly, Gu Xuewen's face flashed in his mind. Undeniably, that guy's intelligence is really warm.

If he is there, it will be fine. Gu Xuewen. where are you?

As if she felt something in her heart. Zuo Panqing's cell phone rang at this time.

"It's a pity that you stay with me to the end."

With the crisp ringtone, Zuo Panqing quickly picked up the phone. But when I saw Qiqi's call, there was a flash of disappointment.

"Qiqi, what's the matter?"

"I'm so annoying." Zheng Qimei has never been so annoying: "I wanted to find you out for a drink, but I thought that you would go to work tomorrow."

"What's wrong?" What annoying? Is it because of that man again?

"Panqing." Zheng Qimei's prolonged ending, with a touch of distress: "You said, am I ugly?"

"Nope."

"Then is my personality terrible?"

"It's okay." It's just that the personality is a little straighter, how are the others?

"But if I don't look ugly and my personality isn't bad, why doesn't he want me?"

I went to dinner with Du Libin today. Take a walk together after eating. She hinted several times that she wanted to go home with him, but Du Libin didn't seem to understand, so she sent him back to the store.

"Uh." It really was because of that man. Zuo Panqing wailed: "Miss, you only have a few days? Do you want to worry about gains and losses like this?"

Isn't it just a man? Zheng Qimei didn't say that before.

"But he is not an ordinary man." Zheng Qimei's tone was very aggrieved: "I really like him."

No, it’s not like it, it’s stronger than the feeling of liking. It can be called love. She really fell in love with Du Libin. love at first sight.

"Well, you like him, but he doesn't like you. Then what are you going to do now?"

It is always tiring to give affection unilaterally. Even if you love and give again, if the other party keeps not responding, it is really difficult to stick to it.

"Panqing, help me think of a way." Zuo Panqing was so exhausted and really couldn't think of a way: "Think of a way to make him mine."

"Seduction." This is the only way Zuo Panqing can think of: "However, I really don't think you are suitable."

Although Zheng Qimei looks very beautiful, if a man sees a beautiful person like Zheng Qimei and is unmoved, it can only mean that either the man is gay. Or impotence. There is the last one, and the most dangerous one, that is, this man has his own heart.

Either way, Zheng Qimei will be injured.

"Why?" Zheng Qimei became even more depressed: "I'm seducing him, can't he? Is he really that unacceptable to me?"

"You can seduce him, but you have to be prepared for the first time you paid, but you were hurt."

Zheng Qimei was silent. She is not afraid to pay for the first time. Just because I didn't meet the right person. If that person is something she likes to care about. She doesn't mind. Really.

"Seven-seven. It is still early for you to start. It seems that your troubles are too early now. You can wait for a while, and after a while, if his attitude remains the same, it is not too late for you to give up."

"Okay." Zheng Qimei nodded: "It's late, you can go to sleep."

"Yeah." Zuo Panqing sighed, it was really love hurting people. Qimei Zheng, who has always been Xiaoxiang's self-assured, became like this for a man, which surprised her too much.

I hung up the phone and went back to sleep, and the phone rang again. Zuo Panqing picked it up without seeing it this time.

"Qiqi, it's really late. I'm going to bed." If she becomes a love counselor again, she won't sleep.

"I'm not Qiqi." The familiar voice was a little bit cheerful. But, Gu Xuewen?

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