Chapter 175: Billions of stars are not as good as her (5)

But what does he do?
He Jichen, who had racked his brain a second before thinking about what he had to do, looked at his car in the next second. He pulled the car door in without thinking, and then stepped on the accelerator to escape from the underground. The parking lot ran up the main road and started wandering around the city aimlessly.
He didn’t know which road he was on, or what his speed was. He only knew that the red light was on, he stopped, the green light was on, and he walked, he was like a puppet without thought He drove until he ran out of fuel and was forced to stop. He didn't react. He just stepped on the accelerator desperately and stepped on the soles of his feet, sorely hurting him. He frowned and returned a little. After looking at some gods, he lowered his head and glanced at the dial. It turned out that the car was out of oil...
He just refueled in the afternoon... He Jichen thought, slowly turned his head, looked out the window, and found that the night was vast and deep.
Then he hurriedly glanced at the time in the car, and it was almost twelve midnight.
He drove the car by himself and turned around Beijing for almost three hours.
He raised his hand and rubbed his brows that were so painful for a long time driving, and then touched a cigarette from his pocket, bit it in his mouth, and after lighting it, he didn't smoke, and caught it directly at his fingertips, letting it smoke Quietly burning.
The window was closed, and the smell of smoke quickly filled his whole body, making him tense and slightly slowed down a little. Then he found the mobile phone, dialed the insurance company's phone, and let them send someone to give his car. Come on.
Hanging up the phone, He Jichen put down the back of the car and lay in the car, looking at the dark night outside the window, and lit one cigarette after another.
In a pack of cigarettes, when he was the only one left, he stretched out his hand, from the passenger seat, touched the phone blindly, and raised it in front of him.
WeChat has many unread message reminders.
After clicking in, the first thing that jumped into my eyes was the message sent to me by Tang Huahua one hour ago.
"Senior He, Xiaoyi got out of bed this morning and left the school, and she hasn't had a bedroom until now."
"I called her and she didn't answer. At ten thirty, her mother looked for her and called the dormitory. She said that her mobile phone was not answered. I was afraid that her mother would think about it and found it indiscriminately. This excuse passed away."
She was taken to the Four Seasons Hotel by him, and her clothes were torn apart by him. She has not returned to the bedroom. She should still be in the hotel room...
He Jichen didn't return the news of Tang's paintings and directly opened the company's WeChat group.
It's getting late, and no one is bubbling inside, but if you flip up, you can still see some people in the company talking about Ji Yi...
He is always like this, no matter how uncomfortable and angry she makes him, even if he is annoyed to want to kill her, he can't bear others to accuse her.
Like in these years, he knew that she didn't have him in her heart, but he still loved him without turning back.
It may be that a person seems to be indifferent, but she has loved her crazy and hot for too long, and she has not seen hope for a long time, so she can always pierce the deepest part of his heart with an unconscious knife, easily. He lost his mind.
It was like tonight, seeing the videos, seeing her coming out of the lounge where Lin Zhengyi was, and hearing what she said... he was out of control.