Chapter 4 — My Boyfriend Hates His Nanny's Daughter

She won. I smiled brightly: "Luc Khue Chi, let's break up." "She doesn't have many friends, can't you be patient a little..." He said frankly, until he realized what I just said, he froze: "What did you say?" Before, no matter how much we argued, I never mentioned these two words. Because we grew up together, arguing cannot break this relationship, that is the consensus between us. Besides, I can't bear it either. He knows clearly that I value this relationship very much and don't want it to show any signs of breakdown. He clearly knew that, but he repeatedly tolerated Dich Du Ngu crossing the line, like a grain of sand that was neither big nor small, making him feel interesting and comfortable, but making me bored and in tears. "Don't make trouble." He let go of Dich Du Ngu's hand, holding my suitcase tightly, his eyes darkened, "You pretend you haven't heard anything. "Whether you heard it or not, it doesn't matter anymore." I turned and walked out the door, Dich Du Ngu wanted to stop me but failed. "Let her go," Luc Khue Chi said coldly, "Does she always think that you will always comfort her?" "I just want to help you see," Dich Du Ngu said, "is she carrying anything that shouldn't be taken away?" no." The door just closed. What Luc Khue Chi said after that, I couldn't hear clearly anymore. When people are sad, it's even more appropriate to do something. I didn't let my emotions affect my exam, on the contrary, I did better. A few days later, the final exam ended. The suppressed emotions surged up again. The night flight landed in Las Vegas. A sister loudly called me from afar, waving her hand. "Brothers have urgent business, I will take you out!" Sister She enthusiastically hugged me, asked if I was cold or hungry. Confirming that I was not cold, not hungry, nor sleepy, she led me straight to the rooftop bar. The whole city was brightly lit at night. "Get out of the way, get out of the way, make room for my sister." Today, because I was always in a state of mixed emotions, I drank more than usual. I vaguely heard her talking about a familiar name. "Han Chinh didn't come "You invited him?" "You still don't understand him, he plays around during the day, stays up to study at night, has to sleep for three days after the exam, have you seen him change for someone?" Isn't that strange, can't study during the day? I thought to myself, reaching for a glass of Whiskey. "Girl," she patted my hand, "You're drunk, take a break." I wanted to argue, but before I could open my mouth, I fell asleep. In the sound of music mixed with talking, it was night. seemed endless. Until the familiar scent of ebony wafted. I remembered that narrow staircase. "Why are you here?" The person next to me couldn't hide his surprise. "Come to pick you up." The person who came spoke briefly, his voice was clear and easy to hear. "Who could make you fly to pick me up in the middle of the night?" The next second, he picked me up with one hand and knew the answer without saying anything. Snow falls at night. "Yes, it's been brought to the room, you can go home with peace of mind." Han Chinh was calling my brother: "If you have anything, just say it, if you need it, just say it." His figure is tall and thin, his facial features are clear. Through the window, seeing that I was awake, he immediately hung up. "Drink the hangover medicine." He held his jacket in his hand, looking hurried, wearing a neatly ironed black shirt. After speaking, he was about to leave. I pulled his hand back. "You said I'm superficial." He stopped, clearly not expecting me to repeat the past: "Isn't that right?" "No, from childhood to adulthood I've only liked one person," the more I spoke, the more frustrated I became, "It's the kind of love that even if you get old and can't walk anymore, you'll still truly like that person." Clear black eyes

His veo looked at me. "You don't have to tell me how much you love your boyfriend." I cringed: "You still said you took advantage of me." He didn't say anything more. But I know, in his heart there is still a question: "Isn't that right?" Wine is truly a good thing, making people feel like they are living in a frenzy with no tomorrow. "Han Chinh," I heard my voice clearly say, "This is really taking advantage." The bed sank into a corner, bearing a weight that didn't exist and shouldn't have. Logically speaking, a grown man, especially one who trains as rigorously as you, should not let me succeed so easily. But he was really unguarded and truly lenient. "Are you happy?" He just thought I was causing trouble. I bowed my head without speaking, the feeling of failure spreading. Proving superficiality, he definitely hates me. Sure enough, the next second, he pushed me away, but found that his shirt was wet from my tears. "Really that sad?" He looked up, "In the end, is it because I said you, or because he doesn't love you?" I said: "Because you broke up." Han Chinh is an arrogant person, perhaps he has never been treated like that. "Am I a tool for you to call, call, chase away, Miss Lam?" He put his left hand on the edge of the bed, smiled lightly, a bit self-deprecating: "And what does it have to do with me?" My hand, very disrespectfully, answered this question. He quickly caught it, "You're not awake." "You're awake." I propped myself up, my bright eyes looking at him. "Han Chinh, you're very awake, you know what you want." Outside the window, snow was falling fiercely. I later learned that it was a rare snowfall from the last century in this desert city. But it was really hot in the room. The heating system is as tight as a blanket, making it impossible to escape the heat. Fears cold and hates heat. He bowed his head like a submissive bodyguard, remaining silent without saying a word. I felt too hot, escaped his hand, turned over and hugged the blanket. "No need anymore, go away." He raised his head, his hair was a little wet, his eyes were tired, his voice was low and hoarse, and said: "Difficult to please." I don't pay attention to you anymore. Leaving him alone, in the dead of night, taking a cold shower at the end of December. There's only one person who can wake me up. It's my lovely Indian professor. In the dream, I felt like I was in class, jumping up from bed. On the single sofa, Han Chinh closed his eyes and slept, his shirt and pants still as neat as when he arrived. Last night I was able to justify to myself that a little pleasure is not a mistake. But daylight exposes all. I just broke up and came to you, what would you think of me? I gently put on my shoes, quickly packed my things, pulled my suitcase out, and closed the door without waking him up. But I didn't know that, when the door closed, his hand moved slightly and his eyes opened. Airport. The flight was delayed due to heavy snow and the airport was crowded. He should be awake by now, but there's not even a text message. Oh no, that's how it should be, I told myself. I don't have any of your contact methods, and you don't have mine either. When I returned to Boston, I learned that he was still the heir to the first wealthy family, and it was difficult to meet him. When I scrolled through the message page, there were still a few unread messages. In it, there is a message Luc Khue Chi sent last night. 【Don't be too much, you've made enough trouble, then go home.】 【I and Dich Du Ngu went to Las Vegas to play, brought you a gift.】 I put my phone away and walked through the security door. In less than half a minute, I discovered that all the valuables in my backpack were gone. Only a backpack remained, inside the wallet, passport, even the phone flew away. "Where are my things?"