"Hmm?" Song Qifei looked at her, his brows slightly furrowed. "Nihilan, if you're not a person who can withstand the storm, what are you doing?"
The woman's figure froze.
After a moment, she gently breathed in and out.
She looked at Song Qifei.
The woman's eyes were like paint, and her lips were full and beautiful.
After her pale face gradually regained its calmness, she looked at Song Qifei, and she had become that beautiful Nihilan again.
"I lost my composure." Her red lips curved slightly, and the woman lowered her eyes.
She went over and sat on the opposite sofa.
Song Qifei looked at her and poured her a glass of red wine as well.
Dressed in a casual cowboy outfit, even if she still had a flirtatious air about her, she did not look like the ravishing beauty in his memories.
"Don't wear these kinds of clothes in the future." Song Qifei picked up the red wine and handed it to Xia Ling. "It's not your style."
She sat opposite him.
Under the light, the woman's casual white t-shirt and light blue high-waisted, wide-legged jeans made her look like a different person.
Song Qifei could no longer find the familiar trace between her eyes and brows.
The hand that went to get the red wine paused, and her red lips curled up.
Xia Ling stood up.
"Alright, as long as Qifei dislikes it, I'll go change it."
Her smile was still bright and beautiful as she stood up and went into the bedroom.
However, she was too sweet and clingy.
From the beginning, Song Qifei had seen the woman's fragility when she entered the room.
However, this kind of fragility made him instinctively reject her.
In the past, he would be happy to comfort her and want to stay.
He had been with Banran for so long, but he had never spent the night in her room This was a record-breaking event for Song Qifei of the Flower Company.
However, Song Qifei knew very well that he had raised Banran to ease his longing for Su Ran.
He did not stay with her, but many female celebrities did.
But now, the weak performance of Banran made Song Qifei feel a little uncomfortable.
It was like a rope. Originally, he wanted to play with it, but now, he wanted to quietly devour her.
A substitute, after all, was a substitute!
How could dieing be the same as Su Ran?
Song Qifei stared at the red wine in his hand. The moment Xia Ling pushed open the door.
He opened his mouth.
"There's no need to change. Let's break up."
The man's calm voice rang out in the room.
The woman stood at the door, clearly frozen.
"Why? Have you found a new lover?"
She stood there, and Song Qifei sat on the sofa.
He looked at her, just in time to see the woman's side profile.
Her slender eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her crystal-clear tears flowed down her pale cheeks like broken beads.
This was the first time Song Qifei had seen her cry.
Her Pale hands gripped the door handle tightly, and her knuckles turned white.
The tears rolled down, and she was extremely patient.
Her back was straight, maintaining her last bit of pride, unwilling to let Song Qifei discover her weakness.
Looking at this proud woman, Song Qifei's eyes were somewhat complicated.
However, he thought of the message he just received on his phone. Song Qifei put down his goblet and stood up.
"Sister Li has a few scripts in her hands. You can choose from them."
"This can be considered a gift for us to part on good terms."
From the way she looked at him, from the way she was willing to take the risk for him today...
Song Qifei could feel that she was in love with him.