I almost touched the moon

After the boy left, Zhang Yue also gave the male model who accompanied her to drink a tip and asked him to leave first. Then she immediately sighed at Wen Song and said with some regret,

"Miss Iseylia, do you like Wan Wan Lei Qing so much? You asked her how tall she is and whether she can ski. Why didn't you ask her if she participated in this year's Winter Olympics and won the gold medal in slopestyle?"

Wen Song smiled bitterly and drank the wine in the glass. He then filled another glass for himself. When he was about to drink, Zhang Yue snatched it away, "Don't drink! If you drink again, you'll end up in the hospital!"

"I want to ask that, too." After three rounds of drinking, Wen Song was already a little drunk. He leaned on the sofa, looked up at Zhang Yue and asked, "So is there?"

"Yes! I know someone! He's 187cm tall, can ski, and won a gold medal in this year's Winter Olympics. You have his contact information, go ask him." Zhang Yue had never seen Wen Song look so distraught. He was angry and sad.

"If you still love him, then go and ask him clearly. If you don't love him anymore, then don't look for a replacement. There are so many men! Whatever you want, we can provide!"

Wen Song agreed with her words, took out his phone and muttered to himself, "Then I'll go ask him if he still loves me."

While speaking, the voice call button has been pressed.

Qiu Xuanyan quickly snatched her phone, hung up the call immediately, and hugged her in her arms and coaxed her: "Don't ask Songsong, don't ask."

Wen Song cried and asked back: "Why didn't you let me ask? He promised me, he said he would always love me and would never leave me, this is what he promised me, how could he not do it."

"Men are all the same!" Zhang Yue also poured himself a glass of wine and said to her while drinking, "When I was with you, I made a promise to you that I would love you forever. I wanted to pick all the stars in the sky for you. But when we broke up, he just said he didn't love me anymore. My ex-boyfriend was the same, what an idiot."

"Cheng Che is different..."

Wen Song still had a little fantasy. Even if she saw the entertainment news, she would deceive herself and think that maybe the singer was just taking the opportunity to hype himself up.

"What's the difference?" Zhang Yue asked back, "If you really can't let it go, just call him and see if he will come."

Then he said to Qiu Xuanyan: "Boss Qiu, give her the phone back. She won't turn back until she hits a wall."

Qiu Xuanyan sighed, knowing that in a relationship, one can only experience the pain after experiencing it, so she returned the phone to Wen Song, patted her on the back and said, "Songsong, make your own decision."

Maybe she really drank too much, or maybe Wen Song had been suffering for the past few months and just wanted a result, so she actually called Cheng Che.

After a long ring, he finally answered the phone, his tone was cold, even a little impatient, "What's the matter?"

"A Che..." Wen Song burst into tears the moment he called her, "Are you in Hangzhou?"

"Yes." His voice was still as calm, and his words couldn't be simpler.

"I'm at the Vila Club, can you pick me up?"

She couldn't ask directly, "Do you still love me?", so she could only ask him if he could come and pick her up. If he came, did that mean he still loved her?

Cheng Che was silent for a while, and then he heard her speak in a light and lazy tone, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah..." Wen Song nodded and said softly, "I drank a little."

"I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

He didn't say, "I'll pick you up," nor did he abandon her. He just asked the driver to pick her up.

At that moment, Wen Song understood that she was being sentimental again. Cheng Che no longer had any love for her, but out of his sense of responsibility and gentlemanly manners, he would not leave a drunk Wen Song alone in the club in the middle of the night. This person could be her, but if it was any other ordinary person of the opposite sex, he would do the same.

"Thank you, but it's okay." Wen Song held back his tears and forced a smile, "I'm sorry to bother you so late. I'll ask Xuanyan to pick me up."

"what ever."

Cheng Che spat out two words indifferently and immediately hung up the phone.

"Give up?" Qiu Xuanyan gently touched her head to comfort her, and sighed, "Cheng Che is not a bad person, it's just that you two are not suitable."

"Is it possible that he will come?" Wen Song raised his head and looked at Qiu Xuanyan and Zhang Yue expectantly and said, "He is just hard on the outside but soft on the inside. He will come."

"I can't stand it anymore!" Zhang Yue scolded her rudely, trying to wake her up. "Song Song! Where have you gone after reading so many books? Where is your rationality? Where is your logical thinking? You are talking nonsense. Do you know what you are talking about? Let's go, let's go home. You are really drunk and you are out of your mind."

Qiu Xuanyan also looked at her and said, "He won't come. Let's go home."

Wen Song refused to leave, and sat there stubbornly, saying with tears in his eyes, "He will come, I will wait for him here."

"I really can't stand it anymore." Zhang Yue sighed and finally told Wen Song a somewhat cruel reality.

"At the Sotheby's auction in New York in June, Mr. Cheng spent a fortune and bought a laurel leaf diamond necklace with a 6 carat pink diamond for $2684 million. Moreover, he went to the scene to bid on his own, without asking his assistant to go."

Pink diamond, laurel leaf, Wen Song's heart beat fast when she heard these two words. Cheng Che knew that she liked pink diamonds, and once half-jokingly said that the laurel leaf crown he gave her was a bit monotonous, and he wanted to replace the main diamond with a pink diamond, but she refused.

In June, they had already broken up. Why did he take the picture of this necklace? Was it for collection? She had never seen Cheng Che have any hobby of collecting jewelry. And if it was really for collection, he could just let his assistant go, why bother going there in person.

When Qiu Xuanyan heard Zhang Yue's words, she looked worried and said to Zhang Yue, "Yue, stop talking. Maybe Cheng Che took the picture for his collection."

"If I don't tell her, she will never wake up!" Zhang Yue knew that telling Wen Song about this might be a bit cruel, but a short pain is worse than a long one. If he was not really heartbroken, how could he let it go.

"Last month, there was news that Cheng Che bought this necklace as a gift for his girlfriend." Zhang Yue continued, "But Songsong, the necklace is not in your hand, right? If it's not in your hand, then where is it?"

After that, he showed her a piece of entertainment news. The title was, "Winter Olympic champion Cheng Che spent tens of millions of dollars to buy a 10-carat fancy pink diamond necklace for his mysterious girlfriend."

Of course, the necklace was not in her hand. Wen Song suddenly thought of the entertainment gossip, so maybe it was not a rumor.

She poured herself a glass of vodka, drank it in one gulp, smiled bitterly and said, "I know, let's go home."

"Songsong..." Qiu Xuanyan picked her up, a little worried, "Isn't it just a pink diamond? I'll buy it for you! I'll buy you a 15-carat one, bigger than his!"

"Yes, yes, I'll buy you one too!" Zhang Yue also said, "It's just a laurel leaf necklace, I'll buy you 365 of them, and you can wear a different one every day."

"No need." Wen Song smiled faintly, "I didn't like these in the first place, but Cheng Che hasn't changed. Every time he's in a relationship, he's devoted to me, but why did he have to give me laurel leaves? Can't he give me something else?"

She finally couldn't pretend anymore and cried on Zhang Yue's shoulder. That was the promise Cheng Che made to her, how could he make the same promise to another person so easily?

Therefore, she was never the special one. Cheng Che's love and care for her were only because she was his girlfriend at that time. His love could be shown to his lover without reservation, and this person could be her or someone else.

Zhang Yue also hugged her, patted her back gently and said, "Okay, just cry it out, it's okay, we all get through this, cry, cry."

Wen Song didn't know how long she cried, nor did she know how she got home. She only remembered that when she left Vila club, she saw a very familiar black Bentley Continental at the door and was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong, Song? Do you want me and Mr. Qiu to carry you?" Zhang Yue saw that she suddenly stopped and thought she was drunk and couldn't walk.

"It's okay." Wen Song shook his head, "I saw it wrong."

Just then the car arrived. With their help, Wen Song immediately got into the car, leaned his head on Qiu Xuanyan's shoulder, and looked back. The car was still parked there.

"I think I saw Cheng Che's car..."

Qiu Xuanyan sighed softly, rubbed her head and said, "Baby, don't think about it, let it go."

Wen Song nodded. She was not used to strong liquor, and the alcohol content of that glass of vodka was too high. She only felt a severe stomachache.

But she suddenly became addicted to this kind of pain. With the severe pain in her abdomen, she could stay awake and would not do stupid things like calling Cheng Che to find out what was going on.

It has been four months. Regardless of whether Cheng Che has really fallen in love with someone else, she should let it go. She despised staying in a failed relationship and it was not something she would do.