Her smile was decent and her tone was as normal. After greeting him, she stopped in front of him.

Courteous, but alienated - He Hanzhu felt this alienation coming from her.

He didn't understand for a moment the inexplicable feeling that came from where he came from - he had no time to think about it, but felt very uncomfortable. The silent but violent agitation in his chest that had urged him to run down in one breath was like being pinned by an invisible hand, his throat was blocked, and he couldn't speak for a while.

She guessed what she had done tonight.

I must have guessed it, otherwise how could she dissuade her sister who is still incompetent to come to her and say that...

What would she think of herself?

A game of flowers, in private life, a hungry ghost in a sex relationship with men and women is extremely chaotic?

In fact, he didn't care about how others viewed him, and he never deliberately managed to maintain a reputation for self-discipline.

To be honest, if a man in his position is not a bit of a scandal, he will appear alien in the social circle.

Before others compared him with Cao Shier, the reason why he had no relationship with women was very simple, because no woman could let him indulge his instinctual desires with confidence. Until now, Miss Tang caught his eyes.

Miss Tang is really a perfect object - however, just tonight, he found that she still couldn't make him relax and obey his instinctive guidance. And now, at this moment, when the bright eyes in front of him looked at him like this, in He Hanzhu's heart, he felt guilty and a sense of guilt similar to self-satisfaction, for what he had just done tonight.

After she said hello to him, she didn't know whether she was waiting for his response or for some other reason, but she didn't look at him again. Her eyes seemed to float to a Western oil painting hanging on the wall beside him. The surroundings were silent. Both of them didn't speak, and the atmosphere became subtle.

A kind of awkward subtlety.

"I……"

The next second, the two people suddenly spoke at the same time, collided, and then they stopped suddenly.

After a brief look at each other, she smiled again and nodded at him: "You talk first."

He Hanzhu paused, and his eyes fell on the crimson carnation that was inserted on her left chest.

“…The flowers are good…it’s very worthy of you…”

He never knew that he would have such a stupid day, and for no reason he said this.

She seemed to be stunned, lowered her head as he looked at the flowers on her chest, raised her head, and smiled: "Thank you for your appreciation."

He then smiled as if nothing had happened.

"I heard you were looking for me?" His tone began to relax.

"My sister said-"

Su Xuezhi nodded and his tone was also very light.

"I looked for it, but in fact, there is nothing important. I just thought about the last incident. If you hadn't taken action, it would have been impossible to go on so smoothly, and I would not have dared to think of the result like this now. So I have to thank you to express my gratitude and respect for you."

"Thank you, Mr. He!"

Su Xuezhi solemnly thanked him.

"I have nothing else to do. Sorry to bother you. You're busy, I'll leave."

She smiled and said goodbye, walked over to him, and came to the door of the nearby receptionist. She didn't go in, and said to a Fu family manager she met, leaving first, and asked him to wait for the next generation to say apart to Fu Mingcheng, thanking him for his funding to the laboratory again, and then walked towards the hotel gate.

The doorman opened the door for her, and she smiled and nodded in thanking her.

He Hanzhu watched her walk out of the hotel gate like this, and felt that her throat became more and more blocked, as if there was something to come up from her throat. She couldn't control herself and chased her out.

He chased out of the gate and saw that she had already walked to the side of the road and stopped the passing Toyocar.

"Wait a moment!"

He shouted and quickly went down the steps.

She heard his voice, stopped, and turned to watch him walk towards her.

"It's getting late, I'll send you back--"

After saying this, He Hanzhu realized that his tone actually had a little pleading meaning.

She should have noticed it, seemed surprised and puzzled, stared at him with caution, and smiled again the next moment: "Thank you, but it really doesn't need to. It's convenient for me to go back by myself-"

A toythia car came and was stopped by her. The coachman stopped the car, pulled down the white scarf around his neck, bent down and dusted her seat. She took it up. The coachman pulled up the car, and she was about to take it away-

"etc!"

He Hanzhu chased after him again.

She asked the coachman to stop the car, turned her head, looked at him who had stopped him again, and cast two gazes.

"Do you have something else?"

He Hanzhu suddenly realized why he felt alienation from her.

Since she saw her, she said the first sentence and always called herself "you".

He looked at the bright eyes in front of him and found that he had just dropped his sister who had just finished crying. He couldn't even wait to hear her finish speaking, so he hurriedly ran down to find her, but...

When face to face, I couldn't say anything I really wanted her to know at that moment.

"...You don't want to know the follow-up of the account book. Don't you ask or care about how I deal with it?"

He finally spoke and asked.

Su Xuezhi said: "This is probably far beyond what I can know. I am already grateful for what you promised before. No matter how you decide, I think there should be your reason for it, and I can understand it."

He was silent. She stopped talking.

Two people, one sitting in the car and the other standing outside the car.

A gust of cold wind blew, rolling up a pile of dead leaves from the corner of the street that were rolled up from somewhere, rustling.

Several people walking on the road at night shrank their necks and lowered their heads, and hurried past the side.

"It's snowing! It's snowing again-"

The coachman looked up at the hazy night sky, stamped his cold feet on the side, complained, and then looked at the two men who looked a little weird.

"Sir, can you still leave?"

The coachman asked carefully.

Su Xuezhi came back to her senses.

"That's it, I'm leaving, it's snowing, you can go in too."

She turned her face and signaled the coachman to pull the cart. She went out for a while. After turning a corner, she lowered her head and stared at the carnation on her left chest. She couldn't suppress the strong sense of disgust that came out of her heart. She pulled it out, threw it out of the car, and threw it to the side of the road.

The snow fell from the top of his head. At first, it was one or two pieces, sparse. Slowly, three or four pieces, getting denser and denser, and soon it fluttered like salt and shreds, falling on He Hanzhu's hair and shoulders.

Helanxue was suddenly left behind by his brother. He climbed down from the upstairs alone and looked for him everywhere. Under the guidance of the waiter, he finally came out and found him. Seeing him standing alone on the street in front of the hotel gate, his back was frozen and motionless, he called him brother.

He Hanzhu suppressed his inner regret and turned his face, and walked towards his sister with a calm smile on his face.

"It's snowing again! Brother, why are you standing alone on the street? Where is Young Master Su? Did you see it? I just looked around but didn't see him."

He Hanzhu said: "He just left. Let's go back too."

Helanxue looked at the end of the street, withdrew her gaze and said oh.

He Hanzhu draped the shawl on his shoulders for his sister. The driver drove over and signaled that the driver would not have to get off the car, so he opened the car door for his sister.

Helanxue sat in, he raised his head, and finally looked at the snow that was falling quietly from the night sky above his head, bent down, and got into the car.

In the car, my sister around me kept talking about the Su family's daughter, saying that she might take the same train to the north the day after tomorrow. I hope so.

"Brother, if it happened to be the same train, if he wasn't a ticket for the private room, we could invite him to the private room. He would have a rest in the evening and would be energetic to do things the next day. Brother, are you right?"

"If Mr. Su is worried that I am here too, I can go outside and leave the private room for you and Mr. Su to rest."

My sister is generous and willing to quit automatically.

He Hanzhu's eyes looked through the car window and looked at the snowy street scene outside, and his eyes gradually became calm.

Even if she went north together, even if she asked for it, she would never accept such kindness again.

There was a voice in my heart, tell him this way.

If he had said that before, they could ride horses and fight Western boxing together, he gradually began to get used to it, and even secretly enjoyed the indescribable and subtle and wonderful pleasure that she brought to him because of her confrontation and opposition, then after this night, he became you, a completely polite and alienated you.

She probably looked down on a man like herself. She had a partner who was about to talk about marriage and had sex with another woman.

There is no future again.

Just a moment ago, when she chased her out and called her, when she turned around and looked over, he clearly saw a trace of disgust in his eyes.

Even the darkness of this heavy night cannot be completely concealed.

This is better, He Hanzhu thought to himself.

The reason why he entered the room with Miss Tang tonight and finally walked out of the bathroom was to pinch out some thoughts that he had not known when he had started to have no idea.

Wang Tingzhi, who taught her lessons at the beginning, should now cut off a dangerous path that she might have to go through.

Although the process was unexpected, in the end, the same end result was the same, and it was a matter of seeking benevolence. Why did he try to explain it in one go? Why did he feel lost like he is now?

It is not something you should have, and you have never obtained it. How can you lose it?

When he first went to Germany in his early years, for the purpose of mastering language, he also read a novel called the troubles of the young Witt written by a master in this article. The protagonist in the novel died of love after suffering from all kinds of self-torture.

He is no longer a teenager, and of course he is even more unlikely to be willing to sacrifice himself for the so-called so-called feelings that disturb people's minds for a moment, just like the protagonist in the book.
To be continued...