we are not lovers GL

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Even if he would be thrown into the [-]th floor of hell after speaking out, Yuan Yifan was not afraid of all of this, and confessed with a mentality of seeing death as home, he was not afraid of losing anything, it was better than keeping this secret in his heart all the time, even if he was not suppressed One day I will die from depression.

After uttering these words, the burden in my heart suddenly felt relieved a lot.

"I never thought it would become like this. I do have a very important place for you in my heart, but it will always be just a relationship of friends. I just want to be good friends with you forever."

Even knowing the test results, it is inevitable that he will feel a sense of loss on the day when the results are announced. This is Yuan Yifan's mood at the moment. Mental preparation is just to minimize the degree of injury.

"I can understand, I also understand, now I just ask us to be like before, and you can always keep this position for me, I think that's enough."

Unable to successfully cross the boundary of this friendship, it is better to retain the identity than to be out. Although it is a last-ditch effort with the heart of death, it may not really want to die.

"Although we are both business partners, if Jianming and you fall into the sea at the same time, I will choose to save you first,"

Yuan Yifan thought that Mengya was telling a joke to ease the atmosphere, but after a glance, he found that the other party's expression was extremely serious.

Without the appearance of the iconic smiling eyes, the long and narrow eyes look big and charming, like a mysterious maelstrom, one glance can suck the whole body and soul into it.

At this time, Yuan Yifan was not in the mood to appreciate the humor in these words, because she couldn't help bringing up the feelings she had just let go, and suddenly felt very sad for the regret that she couldn't get.

"If Kim Eun-yeon and I fell into the sea, who would you choose to save?"

The nature of this question is equivalent to asking a person if he is hungry, do you choose to eat or go to the bathroom, Mengya does not need to answer, because Yuan Yifan himself knows the answer choice very well.

"It seems that you are really together."

Yuan Yifan also hoped that his tone would not be so firm, but what he knew in his heart was clearer than what he could see with his eyes, besides, Mengya's expression was so obvious, why did she bother to deceive herself?

"No, you are wrong, our relationship is not what you think, we are not together."

This unexpected answer made Yuan Yifan quietly ignite a glimmer of hope in his heart, suddenly expecting the impossible to happen, just like waiting for an oasis to appear in the desert, holding a hope that even she herself dare not Believing optimism.

"But I really want to be with her."

Even if the oasis appeared, it was just a mirage, the small flame that had just ignited was extinguished in an instant, Yuan Yifan's heart was swallowed by the sudden darkness, and this time his heart must have died.

Yuan Yifan took a deep breath subconsciously, wanting the ruthlessly frozen air to ice the wound in her heart. She couldn't do generous blessings. People who are not used to wearing false masks usually do it when they are most sincere. Unless her acting skills are good, she allows sadness to blend into the atmosphere, not because she wants to beg for pity from the other party. Before her self-esteem is shattered, she can at least keep her only sincerity.

"Yifan, your phone has rang many times, do you want to..."

A weird atmosphere permeated the whole tea room, and Ren Jianming had a strange feeling as soon as he stepped in, but Yuan Yifan turned his head and looked at him, with an expression as if he had just watched a very sad movie, when she When he got up and walked past him, Ren Jianming seemed to smell a strong sense of sadness drifting past him.

His eyes moved to another woman who was also present. She was sitting still with her head down, like a prisoner waiting for trial. She couldn't see the other person's expression, but there was a qiáng force of not defending herself emanating from her, surrounded by a Wrapped in the icy cold air, Ren Jianming dared not approach her even one step.

What happened between these two women?

Ren Jianming didn't want to follow the feeling in his heart, and cautiously withdrew his stride to fight against the indifferent atmosphere. After throwing a glance of concern, he swept away all doubts and turned to leave the scene.

☆, the pursuit of offensive

When I was dreaming, I felt like I was awake, and when I woke up, I felt like I was in a dream again. Suddenly, I felt that everything was not very real. Enyan felt like a boat sailing alone on the sea, only to be with With the company of lonely sea water, I can't see the direction of happiness ahead.

A certain emotion that can’t be suppressed and can’t get rid of is rampant in the body, the mood is disturbed in a mess, even the air I breathe has a nasty smell, happiness is exiled from the body, boredom captures all kinds of thoughts in the head, Released the depression again.

The blurred faces on the blank paper gradually became clear, and the creation came from the infinite flow of inspiration. Enyan turned strong emotions into amazing talents, and the emotions she vented turned out to be another kind of art work.

When the inspiration is stronger, other emotions are more diluted, and the focused nerves completely isolate the voices of the world. Enyan's unstoppable hands are racing with the enthusiasm of Mercedes-Benz, and she has almost entered the state of selflessness.

When Susu walked in holding a large bouquet of beautiful roses, she saw Enyan devoted herself to the painting with an extremely serious expression, and the thought of not wanting to disturb flashed in her mind. Just when she turned around and wanted to go out, Enyan But suddenly stopped her.

Seeing Susu approaching slowly, holding flowers in her hands, and stepping lightly on her feet, making her look like a beautiful flower fairy, Enyan was attracted by this picture for a moment, and forgot to ask The origin of flowers.

"An admirer sent you flowers."

When a large bouquet of flowers was handed in front of Enyan, a burst of flower fragrance hit her nostrils.

"Flowers? Is this for me?"

Recalling the last time I received flowers, it seems to have been a century ago. The years have gradually obliterated the poetic feelings of the girl, and after the mature state of mind has been refined, the same scene shows different reactions.

"Of course it's for the teacher."

Different age groups will inevitably have different ideas, and Su Su, who still has a bit of ruthlessness on her body, naturally cannot understand the mentality of adults after going through wind and frost.

Although the rare purple-blue roses are not as bright and eye-catching as red roses, the cool color series always give people a calm, proud and mysterious attraction, which is why Eunyan likes these colors.

In the circle of friends, there are only a handful of people who know the color she likes. Excluding Susu in front of her and those few friends who are not in contact, the remaining person is to make her happy and worry, and make her love again. I hate Huang Mengya again.

The ecstasy that suddenly invaded my heart without consent was clearing away the remaining haze bit by bit. The moment she took the bouquet, it meant that Enyan had accepted someone's heart, and at the same time, she no longer cared about last night because of the small massive damage caused by the conflict.

I noticed that the bouquet was tied with an exquisite little card. It was okay not to look at it. After reading it, I immediately felt that all the joy did not belong to her. Feel more empty.

Enyan silently put down the bouquet in her hand, her calm expression seemed to be a kind of end, Susu looked at this unpredictable change, and there was another big question in her heart.

"Doesn't the teacher like these flowers?"

The bouquet that was left aside felt like an abandoned thing, and Su Su felt it was a pity to look at it.

"Of course I like it. It's also good to put it in front of the counter for decoration. Can Susu help me deal with it?"

It can be clearly seen that Enyan cares more about the unfinished painting in her hand than the gift she received. After a short wait, her hand holding the brush seems to be consciously leading her every movement. It seems that She will not leave this table for hours.

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

After walking out with the bouquet in hand, Susu couldn't help opening the small card, and the words "Zheng Xijie", a frequent visitor to the search engine, popped into her eyes like bombs, making her almost scream on the spot.