Chapter 1515
It's Not Too Late To Love You
She didn't persuade any more, just quietly accompany in one side, heartfelt love this man.
When hearing Wen Xing, will you make up with Cheng Feng? Ouyang didn't know how to answer.
Maybe he should find a time to go back and beat Cheng Feng violently, and then make a clean break, but he can't.
The crisp end of those ways, listed equations, repeated calculation, reasoning proof, but can not calculate the identity.
Formula is not life, formula is not human, emotion is not something that can be measured by a certain value.
We can only figure out what we should do, but there is no definite answer.
The problem of hearing about the stars is not clear.
When he moved out these days, he thought about calming down. He really calmed down, but he missed Cheng Feng even more and the days when they were together
He wants to rush to Cheng Feng's side, hold him and say I still love you, I don't break up, but when I look in the mirror, I see the wound on my face that hasn't healed yet. He laughs bitterly and presses down the yearning.
While hiding in the hotel, Ouyang's life was unexpected and regular. It was no longer the same as when he used to shoot movies day and night, or he didn't sleep day and night.
Now I get up at seven in the morning, mix with Wen Xing, and come back to bed early after eating.
Occasionally he can see Cheng Feng, the world is so small.
When he took Wen Xing to a press conference, Cheng Feng cut the ribbon on the stage. He wore sunglasses and a hat that could cover half his face, and wore a turtleneck. But he knew Cheng Feng could recognize himself at a glance.
He thought, he must see him standing next to Wen Xing talking and laughing with her, but will Cheng Feng be unhappy?
If so, can he realize his feelings when he saw him go in and out of the hotel with the actress, and when he learned that they were in love?
He thought more and more about Cheng Feng. When he was sober, he was in agony. So he began to go to the bar alone without calling Wen Xing.
Every time Wen Xing saw him drinking, she would persuade him. If he didn't listen, she would drag him back.
He knew she was for her own good, but she didn't understand how miserable he was now.
Ouyang Yu is sitting alone at the bar with a white shirt and black trousers, and his hair is slightly long. In the erosive environment, he is like a clean and delicate lily, handsome and beautiful, which makes the bright people full of protection and the dark people full of destruction.
Someone handed him a cigarette, just to the addiction, he took the opportunity, lit up, a hard smoke.
It's very exciting.
When he became addicted to the taste, he realized that the cigarette was a kind of prohibited product.
He has never been the kind of person who can control his desire. He has been smoking since he was a teenager.
In his opinion, it's not bad to smoke this. People eat grains. What are grains? Rice, millet, millet, Shu, hemp.
This hemp
It's also a kind of grain.
Only a little bad, after smoking this thing, other cigarettes are not strong, smoking is particularly uncomfortable.
So he fell into the world of contraband, these things, smell star all don't know.
He can be excited for a long time by smoking a little at the beginning, and then he wants to smoke one by one.
He really needs it. He needs it too much. Otherwise, he doesn't dare to close his eyes or go to bed. When he lies in bed, he feels uncomfortable. He opens his eyes to the ceiling and smells the hotel smell on the quilt. His eyes are wide open, but he can't sleep.