Chapter 172 Why bother to remind her

Ah ... remembered, how can it not hurt?

 If it doesn't hurt, why fold in half your life into it?

 If it didn't hurt, what kind of fool would gamble half of his life on winning or losing this game?

 And the reward was that he was finally willing to turn around and look at himself?

 It took three years to force himself to learn the man's indifference and desperation, to force himself to recognize the truth, to think up, all think up ... really cruel ah, even let himself as a shrinking turtle's opportunity, to take back?

 Desperately trying to convince themselves, do not care anymore, do not love, from then on can escape from this strange circle. In the end, I thought I didn't care, I didn't love it, but I still didn't escape from the circle.

 It turns out, still mind.

 It turns out, there, still will hurt.

 It turns out, the feeling of being infatuated with one person, will always be engraved in the heart.

 She tilted her head and looked at the ceiling, at this moment, how much I hope, like in the novel, crash, amnesia, from now on, forget.

 If really can be so, that would be so good.

 Under the eyes of a group of people in this room, the woman seems to be a little different, looking at the mood of the people is incredibly heavy up.

 The stylist was just about to open his mouth to speak out to continue to sneer a bit, "really to ..." that woman slowly picked up the clothes, roughly rattling commanding voice, indifferent but unquestionable sound:

 "Out."

 The stylist felt humiliated in her heart for no reason: "Miss Jane, you take yourself as the mistress of this house? What qualifications do you have to order us?"

 "Get out."

 The crowd thought that the woman would be embarrassed, and would be humiliated and coldly mocked by the stylist to the point of turning pale like before, but they didn't expect that the woman picked up the scissors on the table and "clicked."

 "What are you doing!" The stylist yelled sharply!

 No one noticed that the woman's hands were trembling, and even less noticed that the woman was trying hard to restrain this body, the damn uncontrollable trembling.

 Jane Tong's self-deprecating eyes, swept a glance, holding the scissors and dress hands, self-deprecating glance ... how she did not know, no matter what decision she made, no matter her heart's sadness and pain, this body only from those three years to learn the "fear" that can never be forgotten! The body has only learned from those three years the "fear" that it will never forget.

 No matter how straight her Jane Tong's back is, this body, but in those three years, branded with "lowly", encountered the fear of things, will reflexively produce fear, and then trembling fear.

 Taking a deep breath, she said in a rough voice: "Get out. If you still want this job."

 "You ..."

 "Also pass on a message to Housekeeper Xia, no more tricks like this."

 "I don't know what you're talking about!" The stylist's face went white, still defending himself.

 "Shen Xiu Jin, he, likes not white, but pink." Jane Tong's rough voice, faintly said.

 "Huh?" Jane Tong's words, said inexplicably, the stylist did not understand at first, but after three seconds, steeply understood.

 Maybe it is a loss of reason, maybe this woman at the moment is not as good as what she thought, soft persimmon to pinch, or maybe there is a handle in the hands of this woman, the stylist's delicate face green for a while, but did not dare to say more.

 "Let's go." In the middle of the day, the stylist drank darkly.

 Jane Tong turned around and picked out a black dress from the closet. Draped on a jacket, changed into high heels, turned, and walked out of the bedroom.

 Da, da, da ...

 One step, two steps, three steps ...

 One step ... Why bother being sober? Why not let her muddled, just from then on thought do not care, do not love?

 Two steps ... Is it love, or is it hate? Or, love and hate?

 Three steps ... After this, is it to escape, or to stay? How to choose? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I don't know! Or care, in her case, deep down, but it is difficult to accept this care.

 The original is not not love, just love is too difficult too painful, and then would rather every day every moment at all times constantly hypnotize themselves: no longer care.

 Why, today to meet this damn stylist!

 Why, this damn stylist has to talk more than words to her to say these words!

 Why, damn that heartache feeling is engraved in her bones, hard to forget!

 Shen Xiujin, I should, how to face you.

 I care, but I can no longer accept this "care" of mine.

 Hate!

 I hate him, and I hate myself even more!

 This humble to love a person of this obsession, in her, only feel incomparable lowly, terrible is, she can not refuse this lowly! Jane Tong, why don't you go to hell. She closed her eyes, finally, stood in the stairway.