A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Or, if she hadn’t been in the same crew as He Jichen, then she wouldn’t be injured in retaliation for Qiange, she wouldn’t see the anxiety in his eyes, she wouldn’t get better with him, she wouldn’t really understand him. This person will not promise to return to him with him, nor will he be impressed with him, nor will he get drunk that night with him...

If yes, if yes, after all, just if...

Ji Yi was lying on the bed, crying more and more, and finally she began to twitch in the end, and the whole was a little breathless.

She was holding her hand on her chest and couldn't help but grasp the placket in front of her chest. Her force was extremely large and her fingertips were white.

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Four Seasons Hotel.

Chen Bai stared at the back of Ji Yi's hasty departure, and froze for a moment. After he recovered, the elevator had already reached the first floor.

How did Ji go in such a hurry, wouldn't it be that He hadn't negotiated with her?

Chen Bai had a very bad hunch in his heart. He stood still for a while before turning around and walking towards the tea room.

When Ji Yi left, there was only He Jichen in the tea room. Chen Bai stood at the door and saw He Jichen sitting by the window.

The man lowered his head slightly, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows, making people unclear. He placed one hand on the armrest of the chair at random, one hand on the table, and gently held the tea cup with his fingertips.

His entire posture, quiet and quiet, saw no sorrow and joy.

Chen Bai stepped forward and yelled softly: "He Zong."

I wonder if He Jichen was immersed in his own thoughts and was absorbed in the spirit, didn't return to Chen Bai, and even the whole person didn't even move.

Chen Bai later realized that after appearing at the door, he walked to He Jichen to speak with him. After about two or three minutes, he was like a statue, not to mention a small body. Even the eyelashes did not flash.

Chen Bai tried to shout He Jichen twice again. Seeing that he still looked like this, he didn't make a sound anymore. He took two steps back and stood aside, accompanied He Jichen silently.

As time passed by, the sunlight outside the window was getting brighter and brighter. As we approached noon, we reached the end of the private dining room. The tea room manager saw that He Jichen and Chen Bai hadn’t come out, so he walked in: "He, It's almost time. May I ask other customers to come in now?"

He Jichen was the first one Chen Bai had seen. He faced the manager's inquiry, just as Chen Bai did when he spoke with him. There was no response.

"Mr. He..." The manager saw He Jichen not speaking, and made another noise. This time he didn't finish his words. Chen Bai, who was standing beside him, knew that He Jichen would not return to him, so he stepped forward and patted him. On the shoulder, interrupted what he was going to say, and then pointed outside the door of the tea room, beckoning him to talk with him.

Chen Bai negotiated the price with the manager again. After the manager left, instead of entering the tea room, he leaned on the door bar and took out his mobile phone to play.

Jin Cancan's sunlight slowly turned westwards into a red sunset, and then fell a little bit in the west. Chen Bai's mobile phone was out of power on the way. The manager of the tea room came over twice until the night fell, outside the window. The neon lights illuminate one by one, and He Jichen still maintains his original posture without moving.

The light of the ancient rhyme in the tea room, shrouded in silence on He Jichen's body, outlined a halo around him.