The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 707

Unlike usual, Huo Yuan ignored it this time.

When Jiang Xin came to the bathroom, she turned on the faucet and washed her face with cold water. The biting cold water splashed on her face, and her mind became much clearer.

She grabbed the edge of the sink, looked at the diamond ring shining in the mirror, her eyes twinkled.

Jiang Xin lowered her head, took off the diamond ring, put it in front of her eyes for a long time, and wanted to throw it into the toilet to flush away, but at the critical moment, she held back again.

She held the diamond ring and put it back on again.

In another room, Jiang Yi was sitting on a low stool on the balcony, the faint moonlight shrouded him, he lowered his head, looking at the household registration book in his hand, his eyes glazed over.

After a long time, there was a faint sigh from the balcony.

Jiang Yi picked up the phone, the pale light illuminated his face, and he called Huo Yuan.

An hour later, Huo Yuan's car showed up downstairs on time.

Jiang Yi watched him get out of the car, clutching the notebook in his hands tightly, and under the dim streetlights, the shadows of the two of them were stretched very long.

Huo Yuan stretched out his hand to him, "Take it out."

Jiang Yi hesitated to hand it over, Huo Yuan's slender fingers pinched the household registration booklet, but Jiang Yi didn't let go.

"Will you be nice to her?"

Huo Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Yi with fiery eyes, "Anyone can say a promise, but not everyone can do it. Whether I treat her well or not depends on whether you believe it or not."

Jiang Yi's gaze was complicated, he looked at the dazzling man in front of him, Huo Yuan and Jiang Xin's identities were too different, so there would always be an unreal feeling.

Just like an ordinary cup, placed in the collector's room and placed in the most conspicuous position, no matter who sees it, they will feel that the cup will not be treated kindly.

Maybe one day, it will be discarded by collectors.

"Since you've thought it all over, why hesitate?" Huo Yuan said.

Jiang Yi moved his lips, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he let go of his fingers, and the account book was in Huo Yuan's hands.

"Thank you."

After Huo Yuan finished speaking, he turned and got into the car, Jiang Yi stood where he was, watching the car disappear into the night.

On this road, the silence was restored again, the light of the street lamps was dim, entangled with the moonlight on the ground, the softness was mixed with a trace of paleness, giving birth to a trace of coldness out of thin air.

Jiang Yi returned home, subconsciously looked towards the sofa, but only saw the empty sofa.

Huo Yuan's car stopped at a certain intersection, he lowered his head and stroked the household registration book in his hand, and held a cigarette in his left hand, the smoke drifted out from the car window, drifted into the darkness, and disappeared into the darkness.

Jiang Xin fell into a drowsy sleep, and there was an extra hand under the bed, wrapping her arms around her waist.

Jiang Xin opened her eyes suddenly, woke up with a start, no sleepiness at all.

She held her breath, not daring to move.

Feeling the heartbeat from behind and the sound of the man's breathing, Jiang Xin clenched the corner of her back with her fingers.

"Jiang Xin, are you asleep?"

He whispered softly in her ear.

Jiang Xin bit her lip. He asked that because he knew she was awake.

"No."

"You want to be with..."

He was halfway through speaking, but then stopped abruptly, Jiang Xin was also pinching the quilt, her palms were sweating a little, she was a little afraid of hearing what he didn't finish.