Chapter 21
Yolanda hated this look. Now she could feel Wendy's helplessness at that moment.
This time, it was she who was turned away.
It was her turn to experience the taste.
Feel terrible.
Yolanda didn't know why her heart hurt.
She turned away from the compartment and, while waiting for the elevator, heard her name called.
"Yolanda?"
She was dumbfounded and turned back--
James.
He seemed to come from the bathroom side.
James approached: "Why are you here?"
Yolanda was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk with him, so she replied coldly: "What's it to you?"
James smiled, "We broke up, but we don't need to hate each other."
After a pause, he looked over Yolanda and said, "You said you would be better off than me, but I don't think so. You are having a terrible time."
Yolanda just got hurt by the eyes of that woman and then met this scum.
She got sick and was not in the mood to diss him. She went calmly into the elevator.
"It doesn't matter if I'm good or not. You'll be terrible soon. That's enough."
"There it is again." James laughed disapprovingly, "OK, I'll wait."
Yolanda was shivering with cold when she got out of the club. But she felt even colder inside.
She saw Happer's car far away but didn't want to go there.
Aaron would rather drink with others and have beauty by his side than spare two minutes to see her outside and come back home.
than go back and would rather have a beautiful woman lighting up cigarettes than see her for two minutes.
Why should she listen to him and go back?
She decided to have fun herself.
It doesn't matter.
Yolanda called Phoebe: "Would you like to come out for a drink?"
"Come on, it's almost 12 o'clock at night. Where are you going to drink?" Phoebe just got off work with her makeup friend and asked confusedly.
Yolanda didn't know either. She got into a taxi: "Please take me to the most lively bar."
Phoebe said goodbye to her makeup friend quickly, "Something's wrong with my sister. I'm going to be with her and see what's going on."
In Fil's, Sandra used a lighter to help Aaron light a cigarette and said, "Boss, I'll help you."
Her voice was light and delicate, and her fingertips were as red as the flame. The flames burned on the metal lighter for three seconds, and Aaron turned his head slightly.
He gave her a sharp and cold look that signified a warning.
Sandra was afraid somehow and hurried to take the lighter away: "I'm sorry."
Aaron said, "What did I ask you to do?"
Sandra: "Talk to Director Dannis."
"Then what are you doing?"
Sandra pursed her lips. She knew Aaron disliked this behavior. But when Yolanda came to see him, she couldn't help but think of the woman who accompanied him into the office, as stated in the company rumors.
Sandra was jealous.
As soon as she graduated from college, she was chosen by Aaron to be the heroine of Azel Group's film. Everyone said that Aaron must be attracted by her.
She was indeed a young and beautiful girl with long and pretty legs.
It was said that Aason liked this type of girl.
But when the film was finished, he didn't go any further with her except for work arrangements and normal social demands.
Sandra couldn't understand.
She never believed that there were innocent connections in the circle, or that a recent graduate was worth the attention of a capitalist.
The only thing that may attract him was her young body.
Even it was the truth, she could accept it.
It was because Aason was such a charming man. He was able to dominate the circle. Although she was afraid the rumored indifference and cruelness, she still wanted to get close and know him.
Sally Moore's time was over. Everyone at the company said that Aaron just wanted to support her.
Even in the movie worth $2 billion, he casted her as the lead actress.
Sandra sometimes wondered if he had some feelings for her.
He was just so proud, noble and untouchable.
There may be some distance between them.
Sandra wanted to try her best to get to him.
But then there was a woman who could come to his office.
She didn't see the woman, and she wanted to know what the woman looked like. There was a lot of buzz around the company. Some joked that she failed before she made it.
From the eye contact they had just made at the door, for some reason, Sandra believed it was her.
But she was refused to come in by Aaron.
Looking at her sad look, Sandra was inexplicably relieved.
That was why she lit the fire on purpose and gave it to Aaron. By the way, she wanted to let the woman know that she was with Aaron.
The thought made her temporarily dizzy. She woke up suddenly when she saw Aaron's warning eyes.
She had crossed the line.
…
Sandra bowed her head, walked to the director, and sat next to him. She occasionally looked up at Aaron and her minds were in a mess.
"Dragon Hunt" was heavily invested. It was supposed to start in the second half of the year, but something went wrong these days.
The company had a department in charge of publicity, so Aaron didn't need to solve the issue in person, but he took the initiative to take the problems into his own and go to work early and come home late.
He didn't want to go back to see Yolanda.
Yolanda was right.
She regarded him as her brother since she opened her eyes after the accident. In her world, he was only her brother.
So, how could he, her brother, prevent her from making friends with boys or girls - or falling in love?
He had no right.
But why did he feel upset and uncomfortable when he saw her cuddle with a boy? He lost his mind and wanted to lock her up in his room, or even...
Aaron was afraid to think about that possibility.
He thought he was crazy.
He didn't dare to imagine Yolanda's reaction if she knew what he was thinking.
He didn't want to face her, so he escaped in the excuse of business.
But he didn't expect that she came over stubbornly.
He was fine when she was absent. But when he saw her, his brain was in a mess again.
He just smoked and drank, and then pressed his brow to calm himself down. Director Dannis came over with James.
"A toast to Mr. Jensen. You're now the supporting actor of Dragon Hunter. Mr. Jensen, please give him more support and consideration. Thank you so much."
Aason didn't drink the wine last time. But now the director himself came and proposed a toast, he would not refuse him. Lenny came down from the side and whispered: "Happer asked me why Yolanda hasn't been down yet. He did not see her."
Aaron pull a long face and ask, "Hasn't she arrived yet?"
Lenny nodded.
Aaron immediately looked at his watch. Yolanda left for almost an hour. It was 12:45 p.m.
He immediately called back to Ms. Twelve, "Has she come back yet?"
Ms. Twelve was already in bed. She put on her clothes and went to the door and checked if she came back. She said, "No, the slippers are still at the door. I said, can you two-"
Before he finished speaking, Aaron hung up.
He just got up and walked out, and he was standing there, and he said, "Is Mr. Jensen going?"
Aaron didn't have an air council, and Lenny later explained:
"Sorry, Mr. Jensen is in a bit of a hurry.
So, Shen's second drink was a disaster after all.
He chagrins: "Grass, I've saluted him twice and not given me a face!"
Adjacent to Director Wen frowned: "James, be careful what you say."
"……"
"You have to be self-aware of what status someone has, what status you have."
"Well, yes yes yes." When James finally got into the "Looking for Dragons" cast, he gave him a three-point salute, but when he got back to his seat, he couldn't wait to tell his agent.
The agent brought him a message: "Didn't you want to find the contact information of Boss Jiang's sister? Today, the president of a fan group told me that you have a fan group whose owner is the daughter of Aaron's driver. If you still want to have that idea, I will help you set it up?"
James, who had just been left out, was so irritated that he nodded, "Do it now."
By the time Mr. You arrived, Yolanda had already opened seven or eight bottles of various brands of the different kinds of wine with great fanfare.
"What's the matter with you?" Ms. You sat next to her and pressed her glass. "What's the point of having so much to drink?"
"He doesn't drink like that." Why can't he?" Yolanda mused as he carried a full glass of wine.
Phoebe: "...Who?"
Perhaps Yolanda, who had been depressed for several days, had suffered a total flooding of grievance.
"Who else?"
"Who else but the Chiang did that to me."
"I apologize, I admit my mistake. He just ignores me, treats me as air and ignores me."
"I just ran to find him myself. I was standing at the door, and he still wouldn't see me."
"If I don't act like a man......"
"It's nothing to do with you. He said Yolanda mixed up the wine of some unknown brand, and he looked up.
Mr. You goes to exhort: "Don't drink so much, you'll get drunk."
"If you're drunk, help me to your place. I don't want to go back."
Phoebe: "What will he do to you?"
Yolanda shakes his head: "He'd rather I left than come looking for me. You know, he's got a new woman around him tonight, and she's still giving me a smoke in front of me."
"Is it great to play lighter?"
She turned to me in tears: "Smoke? Let me help you."
Phoebe: "?"
Help me.
Within half an hour, Mr. You was forced by Yolanda to light his cigarette 18 times, choking on his nose and smoking.
It's just that Yolanda can't stop her at the Sandra Masone time.
Ms. You frowned at her several times, in pain and frustration.
There's no argument with my brother.
It's more than a broken love.
Yu sighs and taps Yolanda's back: "Be good, stop drinking. Stay strong. We're going to get Shen's evidence."
Yolanda was reminded to pick up his phone immediately.
"If I want proof, I'm proof."
Phoebe realized that it was wrong, and relied on Yolanda to read the characters typed on the mobile phone, and waited for Er Kang to read the contents clearly--
"I fuck Yolanda. Calm down.
With the conversation still in progress, Yolanda pushed the button, turned off his cellphone and said, "Go to hell."
"……"
With two seconds of blank space, Ms You is busy opening her microblog.
It's only been a minute. Yolanda's post has already received over 30 replies.
Crazy, Phoebe immediately shook Yolanda: "Are you serious? Are you awake? You're about to delete it. You'll be surprised!"
But Yolanda didn't hear it. He didn't hear it.
She was drinking fast and fast and was already drunk.
With a glass in his hand, he's already slumped on the table, asleep.
This was when Aaron's phone arrived. Phoebe saw "Dear Brother" on the screen and pushed Mr. Twain:
"Aaron called."
Lethargic, Ms. Wen looked up, waved her hand and hung up.
? Phoebe Ju: "No?"
"No."
Before long, the phone rang again.
Yolanda, hang on.
You really don't understand these two people.
After more than a dozen rounds of a hanging tug-of-war, Yolanda fell asleep.
Aaron's on the phone again.
Sandwiched between the two, Phoebe's mood is more dramatic than riding a roller coaster.
Still, Ms. Yu held her nose and answered the phone. It's a good line. It's a great way to put a waiter into a good performance.
"Hello, the owner of the phone is drunk at our bar. If you're her friend, come on. Well, she's surrounded by men."
Dude, within 10 minutes, Aaron was at the bar.
A small pub in a hidden alley, Mr. You saw him at the door and hid in the shadows to hide passers-by.
Ms. Wen's trench coat, with a collared sweater and a jumble of drunkenness, is now perched on a table with her entire white shoulders lighted.
Under the lights of the pub, white and fair skin-stained red with alcohol, which is particularly tempting.
Aaron took off his coat and put it on her shoulder without saying a word.
Then pick them up and walk out.
Mr. You is finally relieved.
Dude, this plastic sibling is more involved in a fight than a couple break-up.
When Yolanda returned, she slept very hard.
She seldom drinks, and although she used to often set up games with her friends, it was only two or three words of meaning. It was rarely like today, where beer, red wine and foreign wine were mixed together, and the sky was dark.
"Why are you drinking so much? You were fine when you first came here."
Aaron looked out the window with closed lips and said nothing.
Seeing Yolanda's sleeping again after getting home, Aaron intended to directly carry people to the second floor, but either the action was too large, and Yolanda was woken up.
She was very heavy-headed and not very lucid, but when she opened her eyes and saw that face was Aaron, she immediately got excited.
"Who wants you?"
"Put me down."
"I don't want to talk to you now!"
Yolanda resisted, and Aaron didn't want to talk nonsense with her.
Yolanda was held captive, even more so.
After several days of the Cold War, Sandra's eyes are now so violent that various kinds of fire/fire/Suorang Yolanda erupts completely. She lies on the shoulder of Aaron and sternly bites down.
The man wore only one shirt and felt the pain of a layer of cloth coming in. He frowned, opened the door and threw people to bed.
Then take the collar off --
It's like a brute. It bites two rows of teeth.
Jang Woo-hyuk takes a deep breath and looks at the woman in bed: "What the hell are you going to do?"
"What the hell you want!"
Yolanda, Committee Member of the Central Military Commission of the Communist Party of China (CPC) Central Committee, bent over backwards, dropped the pillow on his hand and said, "No talking to me for three days and no going home. What do you want?" Do you want me to go? If I were you, I wouldn't be here!"
Aaron dodged the pillows but could not avoid the things she had thrown over one after another.
He grabs her hand in frustration and has so much to say, forbearance and restraint that he ends up sigh: "I didn't."
The little beast that just lost its temper has quieted down for these three words.
There was a faint sound of sobs in the air.
They looked at each other closely. One is patient, the other rainy.
"If you want to smoke, I can help you. Why should someone help you? She helped me. She stared at me, provoked me, laughed at my being kicked out. You bullied me with her.
By the way, the crying grew louder again.
It's so embarrassing.
I've never been so embarrassed in my life.
Aaron frowns.
Provocation? Stare at her?
For a moment, he knew who Yolanda was talking about.
By now, Yolanda's drunken lunatics had entered a period of mumbling calm.
"I'm not going to shake it anymore."
"Even if you're in a relationship, it's not okay if you agree."
"Don't ignore me."
"Whoo-hoo, it's dark. I'm scared."
Aaron: "..."
The hard-core of the past few days is, after all, on the verge of unraveling, because these lines seem to be true.
He held Yolanda's wrist where the touch gradually heated and hot.
The pulse seems to merge with itself.
The faster you jump.
The throat rolls twice uncontrollably, and Mr. Jensen suddenly loosens her hand: "Wait till you're sober."
He forced himself to turn and leave, but as soon as he opened the door, something hit his back.
Yolanda grabbed him from behind. "No! No!"
Child-like arbitrariness.
Yuhe Chiang was hit by her and staggered two paces forward, raising his head to hear the sound --
"Oh, it's almost 3:00 at night. What are you two arguing about? You're arguing about not letting me sleep. I'm in my fifties.
Ms. Twelve in her coat just walked to Yolanda's door, and at first glance saw this pose of young men and women in the stairwell.
The woman is not dressed properly, the man is not dressed properly, and there seems to be a bite on his shoulder.
Rao's Ms. Twelve, who is used to all kinds of big scenes, was also shocked. But it was only for a short time, two or three seconds, and she immediately turned around and went downstairs.
It's like nothing happened. It's never happened.
Aaron: "..."
It's like being stuck behind a soft kitten.
The claws clench. They don't let go.
Knowing that she's drunk, knowing that she shouldn't, knowing that she should be restrained.
Knowing that maybe it's just wishful thinking playing this ridiculous role.
There's so much knowing,
But Mr. Jensen has compromised.
It seems he's been compromising since the day he met her.
Compromise her arrival, compromise her changes to herself, compromise her everything.
Yolanda also doesn't remember when she fell asleep, but it's different than in the past --
The pillows were so soft, warm and comfortable last night.
Let her heart to close eyes, had a good night's dream.
When Yolanda woke up the next day, he opened his eyes, was slow for several seconds, and suddenly sat up.
Look around.
Why are you at home?
Didn't she drink at the bar with Yu Xin?
How did she get back?
Where's Yu Xin?
Yolanda busily grabs his phone and dives into the bag to call Phoebe: "How am I supposed to be at home? Did you send me back?"
Phoebe: "I don't even know where you live."
"... "Yolanda feels cold and even touches his head to calm down: "Don't tell me it's Aaron."
"Who else is there?" You said, "Don't you remember?"
Yolanda, she drank the video yesterday and didn't know what she had done.
"It's over. It's been a few days since the Cold War. Don't you think I'm still a drunk and hate me more?"
"Put those aside."Phoebe said: "You did an amazing thing last night. Did you know that?"
Yolanda panicked. "I don't know......I can't, Yu Xin. I'm confused. What have I done? I didn't kill anyone and set it on fire."
I was just saying, Auntie 12 knocked on the door: "Little fish, Master has asked you down for breakfast."
Yolanda answered, hanging up. "I'll call you later."
Then he took the quickest bath, stripped off his alcohol and rolled down the stairs without blowing his hair dry.
Aaron is already sitting at the dinner table, pale and unable to see any expression.
Yolanda strolled over and sat next to him: "...Good morning, brother."
Her head was about to fall into her clavicle and she didn't dare look up
Look at him.
And the man looked up and humbled her: "Awake?"
Yolanda froze, her voice darkened.
"Eat."A brief exchange.
But even a few words are better than none of the exchanges of the past few days.
With a touch of delight and uneasiness, Yolanda slowly let go, eating breakfast while trying to undo last night's events:
"Well, thanks for the ride last night."
As Aaron sips coffee, casually: "Hmm."
And then, "I'm not drunk, am I?"
"No."The man stares at her for a short time, saying: "Just a word to me."
Yolanda has a vague feeling that he cannot say anything good.
Sure.
"You told me not to be happy."
"……"
"Say you get up today and leave."
"……"
Yolanda is dead.
How did she say such a nice thing.
"No, brother... I-"
Yolanda also wants to explain something to herself, but after eating it, Aaron unhurriedly wipes it off and walks to the door.
"I'm going to work. Are you going?"
"…"
Yolanda had a glass of wine, but he was thrown out.
Not if Yooshin gives her some peanuts.
Forget it, Yolanda has built her heart.
The man had this plan a few days ago when he turned his back on himself.
Now it's just saying it out of my drunk mouth.
It's just, you know, it's not easy to be a tough guy, you know, a brother and sister who's in a tough spot for a while.
Yolanda stood up defiantly: "Then I'll go pack."
"No." Mr. Chiang's voice is still bland: "Just take your bag with you."
"……"
Yeah, he gave me everything in the house. What she brought.
"Hmm." Yolanda nods: "All right."
She stood up, carried her bag over her arm and truthfully followed Mr. Chiang out to the car.
"So, are you going to take me to the station or the bus station or the station."
"Where you want to go."
"Whatever ....""I'm the rootless duckling that floats in the wind, and where you send me, I stay."
Aaron turns to pull the undetected strings.
Twenty minutes later, the car stops.
"Get out."
Yolanda raised her head.
???
How's the office of Azel Studio?
"Brother -"
Before we know it, the man arranges his sharp suit, gets out of the car and points at her from behind: "I'm clamoring to get to work, I've been absent for three or four days, I haven't been allowed to take a day off from work since today, I'll be up till what time you'll be up."
"……"
Yolanda held off for several seconds, and by the time he understood, Mr. Jensen and a crowd had entered the company's front door.
With so many people around, she couldn't help but feel the joy and sparkle of her heart as she rushed to reach Mr. Jensen and gently grabbed his arm.
"I told you not to call my brother in the company and not to make fun of me," Mr. Jensen says, looking ahead.
But Yolanda didn't care about it at this time. She never had the happiness of being filled with great joy.
The arm was tighter, but the voice was submissive: "I don't care, I'm going to be called brother, brother, brother!"
Aaron's always cool, though he walks, but only he knows that the lips are spreading calmly and relaxed.
The days we didn't meet,
His torment was better than Yolanda's.
Just stay close.
Even if it's just a brother.
He may, he may.