3

Being drunk, I headed towards the bathroom again.

On the way, the door of a box was not closed tightly, and the conversation inside was clearly heard by me. "Beau Taylor, your behavior on the playground today was really unexpected. I heard that you and Luna Brown were childhood sweethearts. Do you really have no feelings for her?" someone asked curiously.

Beau Taylor took a deep puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "Childhood sweetheart? It's just because we grew up together and the adults of our two families deliberately brought us together, so I mistakenly thought I liked her. In fact, the friendship between us is just ordinary friends. Her rational and calm personality is not the type I like at all."

"Who do you really like?" someone asked jokingly.

Beau Taylor hugged Joy into his arms: "Of course it's Joy ."

The corridor was narrow and a passerby accidentally bumped into me. I accidentally pushed open the half-open door, and the people in the box looked at me and fell silent instantly.

Beau Taylor knocked his cigarette butt into the ashtray and looked at me with a frown: "Didn't we already agree to break up? What are you doing here now? Are you still trying to pester me?"

Joy immediately sat on Beau Taylor's lap, hugged his neck and declared her sovereignty: "I said at the beginning that no one knows what the outcome will be until the end. Now that Beichuan has chosen me, you are not still thinking about snatching me back, are you?"

Beau Taylor patted her shoulder comfortingly: "Don't worry, I won't look back."

I couldn't help laughing out loud. These two people are really a perfect match, equally narcissistic. I whispered: "Don't worry, I'm just passing by. I never do garbage recycling business."

As I turned to leave, I saw Beau Taylor's face suddenly darken.

The feelings that had been worn away in the previous life were gone now. As for the future life they imagined, my heart was as calm as water, without any waves.

However, when I turned around, I unexpectedly bumped into someone's arms.

I subconsciously reached out and held the other person's chest to keep my balance. Well, it felt quite hard.

I looked up, it turned out to be Ray Jones, the prince of the Jones family in the north of the city. He was five years older than me and had just finished his studies abroad this year and took over the family business.

In the bar with swaying lights, he was wearing a black shirt buttoned up to the top. His cold and handsome face looked extremely abstinent under the dim light.

He was lowering his head slightly and looking at me.

Realizing I was still on his chest, I coughed awkwardly and quickly stepped back to apologize.

At this time, someone else in the box spoke up: "Actually, Luna Brown is pretty. Beau Taylor, since you two have broken up, I will pursue you."

"Whatever." Beau Taylor responded nonchalantly.

"Let me ask you a private question. Have you two done that before?" someone asked curiously.

Beau Taylor sneered: "She is very conservative. She has to be engaged before she can have sex. She is boring and rigid."

"Hey, then I have to give it a try."

Joy's dissatisfied voice came: "If you propose to her successfully tonight, won't you get to marry her?"

"Now you're the beauty. To celebrate us being together, why don't you come to my house tonight?"

"Hate!"

The man in front of him had a gloomy expression on his face and said in a magnetic voice: "Broken up? Single now?"

Listening to the conversation in the box, I frowned in disgust. Too much alcohol was churning in my stomach, and I couldn't hold on any longer. I responded casually and hurried to the bathroom.

I was about to bump into someone in front of me, but someone suddenly grabbed me by the waist. I couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited on the shirt of the person in front of me.

The black shirt was instantly stained, forming a three-dimensional pattern.