C950 His Mind Was Filled with Contempt
C950 His Mind Was Filled with Contempt
Her wine glass was still in the air. Zhan Yeling did not even touch her glass and did not even look at her. He replied to John, "Women are like clothes..."
After saying this sentence with unknown meaning, he left with the wine glass.
Zhan Yeling's words made John's smile freeze. He looked at Xiong Miao suspiciously.
The last time they met, Zhan Yeling kept calling her 'my woman'. Why was his attitude so cold today?
Xiong Miao awkwardly eased the atmosphere, "Not everyone can laugh at Zhan Yeling's humor."
"Hahaha, you are right." After John heard her words, he laughed loudly and chased Zhan Yeling to the depths of the banquet.
Xiong Miao looked at Zhan Yeling's back and took a deep breath before exhaling the foul air.
It was as if she wanted to let out the deep pain in her heart, but in the end, she still lied to herself.
No matter how deep she inhaled and exhaled, her heart still hurt so much.
Zhan Yeling's words just now were like a thorn that pierced into her heart. Blood flowed out, and she was unable to extricate herself.
Women were like clothes. What did he mean? It doesn't mean that you can lose it if you lose it. You can change it if you want to.
Zhan Yeling had said this to her on purpose.
She could feel the hatred Zhan Yeling had for her. This hatred had penetrated deep into her bones and was deeply rooted in her bones. How could it be easy to uproot it?
Xiong Miao's heart was in pain as she stood on the spot. In her hand, she was still holding the glass that was given out but no one touched it with her. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the tip of her toes. She was in a daze.
Dai Sisi toasted a circle of wine. She felt that dealing with this kind of situation was very tiring. So she returned to Xiong Miao's side and saw that she had a dejected look on her face. She asked worriedly, "Director Xiong, what happened to you? Is it because you are not feeling well? Why don't I send you back?"
Just as Xiong Miao raised her eyes and was about to say something, she saw a businessman carrying a wine glass towards Dai Sisi, "Miss, you are very beautiful today. Can I treat you to a dance?"
The merchant was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He had a handsome face and invited Dai Sisi.
Dai Sisi, on the other hand, looked towards Xiong Miao with an inquiring look.
Xiong Miao said, "You can go."
Dai Sisi then said to the man with a smile, "Okay."
So she went to the banquet dance hall with the man and started the elegant and noble Latin dance steps of the upper class.
Xiong Miao's gaze penetrated the crowd and landed on Zhan Yeling, who was talking to a foreign businessman. He was dressed in a black suit, deep and noble.
His innate nobility made his every movement so pleasing to the eye.
Xiong Miao was looking at him, and Zhan Yeling's black eyes were looking at her. Xiong Miao quickly looked away as if she was caught peeping at.
Lowering her head, she turned around and put the goblet back at the bar counter. Xiong Miao walked out of the banquet alone.
The liveliness belonged to others, but deep in her heart, there was only pain.
Looking at Zhan Yeling and recalling the words he said about women being like clothes, it was like a huge rock pressing down on her heart. It was so painful that it was difficult for her to breathe.
She wanted to go out and take a breather, perhaps it would make her feel better.
Outside the hotel, it was already deep into the night.
At night in the city, the lights were red and the neon lights were flashing, making it hard for people to guess the exact time.
Xiong Miao stood at the side of the hotel door, looking at the people coming and going on the road in front of her.
Her eyes were in a trance, and she was in a state of confusion and grief. Her mind was filled with the look of Zhan Yeling looking down on her just now.