Endless Fall

  Chapter 3 Lin Jiao is good but not her

  Song Zhen's birthday party is set at Boyu Club.

  This is the place where Young Master Lincheng frequents. In addition to singing K and the secret room, there are many entertainment items for them to play.

  In the box on the second floor, a group of men and women sat at the table and played games. The laughter and the melody of the music were mixed together, making it noisy.

   The door was pushed, and they looked up.

   A lot of eyes were cast at the same time, but Lin Jiao only saw the man who told her that he was still working overtime twenty minutes ago.

  The light and shadow blurred his handsome profile, I saw him smiling, but couldn't see the emotion in his eyes.

   "Beautiful, come here." Gu Quan stretched out a hand.

   He put his arms around her waist, and didn't explain the perfunctory on the phone: "Is it still raining outside?"

   "Hmm." Lin Jiao suppressed the annoyance in her heart.

   She took out a birthday present from her bag and handed it to Song Zhen: "Happy birthday."

   "Sister Jiao is still better." Song Zhen smiled and glanced at Gu Quan: "Unlike some people, they don't show anything at all."

   Gu Quan chuckled: "Don't come." He looked at the wine on the table: "Your problem with fish farming is getting worse and worse."

   "I just took cephalosporin."

   "You think I'm stupid?"

   "Don't dare." Song Zhen took a deep breath and drank the glass of wine while patting his stomach: "You have to take me to the hospital later."

   "Don't worry." Gu Quan filled him again.

   After going back and forth, the wine bottle in front of him was empty.

   "Jiaojiao, do you want to eat mango?" Gu Quan waited for him to rest, picked up the fruit plate and handed it to Lin Jiao.

   The mangoes are sweet this season.

  Lin Jiao couldn't eat it.

   She pushed away the fruit plate and didn't ask him if he remembered her allergies: "I've had enough to eat at night."

   "I have stomach and digestion tablets here." Song Zhen took out a bent tablet from his pocket: "You will be better if you take three."

   "Thank you." Lin Jiao glanced at the pills covering the palm lines and put them all into her mouth.

  The sweet and sour taste filled her mouth, she chewed it expressionlessly and swallowed it.

   "Song Zhen, continue?" Gu Quan shook the glass, unaware that something was wrong with her.

   "Wait for He Qi."

   "How long has he been here?"

   "There are still ten minutes." Song Zhen turned off his phone, and wanted to slow down, he picked up the dice: "Sister Jiao, let's play two games?"

"I'm not very good at."

   "It's okay, this is not difficult."

  Lin Jiao held the dice cup, leaned forward, a few strands of long hair brushed the back of Gu Quan's hand, carrying a slight itch.

   He leaned towards her subconsciously: "I'll teach you."

   Playing dice pays attention to a certain element of luck. Even if Lin Jiao learns it, she will inevitably lose a few games.

   She wiped the wine stain on her lips, and when she caught a glimpse of the lipstick stain on the tissue, she picked up her bag again.

   "Gu Quan, let me go to the bathroom."

"it is good."

  Gu Quan retracted his legs to make it easier for her to go out: "The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, please slow down."

  Lin Jiao nodded and opened the door slowly.

   Not long after she left, He Qi appeared in the box belatedly. After greeting the group, he sat next to Gu Quan.

   "Brother Quan, didn't the little follower come?" "Little follower" was the nickname they gave Lin Jiao.

   "Don't call her that." Gu Quan raised his eyes and glanced at him, but his tone did not seem angry.

   "I'm not used to it."

   "She didn't hear well."

   Seeing his unnatural expression, Song Zhen joked: "He Qi, what do you mean? I went to see Sister Jiao as soon as I came here. Could it be that I fell in love with her?"

   "How is that possible?" He Qi snorted.

   He touched the red hair he had just dyed, remembered the message sent by the man, and pondered for a long time: "Let's go out and talk?"

   "Yeah." Gu Quan put down his glass.

   Seeing Song Zhen who was in a wrong atmosphere, he restrained his smile and followed them to the open-air garden next to him.

   He Qi, who had been thinking about it all the way, threw two cigarettes for them and said tentatively, "Brother Quan, what do you think of Lin Jiao?"

  Lin Jiao, who came over from the box, heard them talk about herself, but she didn't approach her.

   She was leaning against the cold wall, looking at Gu Quan nervously as if looking forward to it, sweat dripping from her palms.

  Gu Quan: "Why are you asking this?" He stood under the awning, and his figure reflected on the ground was divided into two halves by the wall light.

   He could not tell his emotions just by listening to the sound.

   "I'm curious." He Qi unlocked the phone, thought about it, and turned off the light.

   "You're wrong, kid." Song Zhen smiled, "Isn't Brother Quan's mind very obvious? Why don't you ask?"

   "It's different, he didn't say it again."

   "What's there to say? Are you blind?"

  He Qi didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Brother Quan?" He turned his head, revealing a row of big white teeth: "Can you tell us the truth?"

  Gu Quan looked at the prosperity in the distance through the rain and fog, and the beautiful shadow appeared in front of him.

   "What the hell?" His voice was hoarse, he didn't know what to think, and his whole body exuded loneliness.

  Lin Jiao did not understand where this loneliness came from.

   She took a step forward, just as she was about to walk over, wipe the water droplets off his shoulders, and the breeze brought He Qi's voice to her ears.

"Do you love her?"

   "She loves me very much."

   "I'm asking about you."

  Gu Quan was silent for a long time: "Is it important?" He extinguished the cigarette that was hot to his fingertips, and smiled bitterly: "Lin Jiao is very good, but it is not her."

   "Boom—"

   A roar of thunder roared down.

   Lin Jiao, whose mind was buzzing, stared intently at the familiar and unfamiliar man.

   It was clearly July, but she was shivering with cold, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

'who is she?

   In this relationship, is there a third person?

  Lin Jiao didn't dare to think.

   She bit her lower lip, using the pain to wake herself up.

The question    went through dozens of times in his mind, but when they moved to the side, they ran away in embarrassment.

   "Sigh..." Chu Yuzhou couldn't dodge the woman who hit him head on, and his forearm was scratched by the metal object she was wrapping.

   "I'm sorry." Lin Yan choked and apologized.

   She clutched her aching left shoulder, and her repressed emotions turned into tears, which burst out of her eyes at this moment.

   Without waiting for him to speak, he hurriedly went downstairs.

  Chu Yuzhou was a little stunned when he saw her tears.

   "Yuzhou, are you alright?" a friend next to him asked, looking down along his line of sight: "Do you know that girl?"

"Um."

"old lover?"

   "Don't talk nonsense, you will die!" Chu Yuzhou pushed his shoulders away, not even wiping the water stains on his hands.

   He opened the address book and dialed the first number starting with the letter P: "Lin Jiao is crying..."

   (end of this chapter)