C236 heartfelt love

Zywane knew that he would never love He Ying from the bottom of his heart. He and He Ying's future would only be spent in responsibility and habit. However, thinking about it, he didn't feel wronged. In this world, how much love would there be when entering a marriage? How many marriages are the crystallization of love? How much love is outside marriage? How many people in the wedding siege quietly living, dutiful duty, but the heart has been quietly and deeply preserved their purest and most sincere love!

It was not that he did not want to love He Ying, but that he was unable to love her because San Ren would always be in the deepest part of his heart and would never be able to erase it from his heart. It was just as he had said to San Ren, that he would forever love her. No matter where he was, no matter who he was fighting against in this life, the only woman he truly loved in his heart, was only San Ren.

Love, not necessarily.

Zhang Wei felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He sighed and said, "Let's face it. Everything is destined. Don't try to fight against fate, because character determines fate."

Zywane was dejected, but at the same time, he felt sad.

Returning to He Ying's apartment, after washing up, the two went to bed.

Zywane carried He Ying over and He Ying laid her head on Zywane's arm, and fell asleep very quickly.

Zywane, however, was not sleepy at all. After He Ying fell asleep for a while, she gently put He Ying down and took her arms out. She then picked up the laptop and went to the study room.

Zhang Wei closed the door of his study, turned on his computer, plugged in his online card, and logged into his QQ.

After logging in, the result was the same as before. San Ren was not online.

Zywane did not actually wish for San Ren to be online. If San Ren was, Zywane would not dare imagine what he could do. Zywane had formed a habit of staring at the chat window in front of the computer in a daze, reminiscing about the past and letting his mind churn in the endless air to find support from the virtual to the real world in his heart.

Zywane stared blankly until midnight. Suddenly, a thought appeared in his mind, he wanted to write something down.

Yes, it was necessary to write something.

Zywane created a folder on my computer's D disk. When naming the folder, Zywane hesitated for a moment, then typed in the word "Yingying". Since he couldn't get anything in reality, he would vent his feelings in his own computer world, indulge the love that he couldn't get, and entrust it to his endless grief.

After setting up the document, Zhang Wei came up with a name: Southern Floating Network Affairs.

The internet, the internet, the South Float, he had come from the north to the south. Wasn't this the same as the South Float Internet?

Zywane saved the documents in a folder and began typing on the keyboard. He wrote whatever he wanted, without any rules or instructions. He allowed the text to flow according to his thoughts and emotions.

When a person was depressed, they would always want to find a way to vent their frustrations and a place to pour out their emotions. Zywane had no one to pour out his heart to. He could only choose his beloved computer to pour out his heart and mind.

Zywane decided that when he was depressed, he would come here to talk and share his thoughts with Yingying. Zywane knew that she could not see nor hear. However, Zywane would rather let himself have a dream, a dream-like illusion. He believed that San Ren could sense his emotions and hear the sound of him tapping the keyboard in this illusionary world.

In order to keep it a secret, Zywane set up the password on his computer and the same password on his document.

Actually, the password set up by Zywane was very simple. On the back of his birthday, there were 3 digits, from QQ to the bank card, to the computer to the documents, all of them were the same password.

Double insurance, I'm in charge of my territory.

Zywane started to write furiously in his own "Southern Flowery Internet Affairs" zone. Although it was called a brush, it was actually a keyboard tapping. Zywanton aimlessly, aimlessly indulge in his own mood in front of the computer, release his own mood, no rules, no rules.

Along with the tapping of the keyboard, more and more words appeared in the document. The contents were very miscellaneous. Zywane's thoughts were always mixed in, and he also released his depressed feelings, as well as reminiscing and reminiscing about the past.

The things that were written were like diaries, chitchat, and random thoughts.

Zywane enjoyed the casual feeling of writing things. Ever since he had been writing for more than 10 years and had his first girlfriend look through his diary and find out that he was angry at her and then break up with her, he hadn't written anything like a diary for a few years. Writing things could not only sort out one's thoughts, but also improve one's thoughts. Most importantly, it could release one's emotions and entrust them to one's feelings.

Of course, this was his own private world and he could not let anyone else know about it.

Zywane shared the entire process of his thoughts and thoughts, all the depression and disappointment in his heart, including his unforgettable love for San Ren and his endless thoughts, as well as his sorrow for his fate. When it came to emotional aspects, he couldn't help but tear up as he wrote on the keyboard.

Zywane stopped writing at 3 o'clock in the morning. He looked out the window at the bright moonlight and took a deep breath. Looking at the screen full of Chinese characters, he felt more at ease.

Zywane dragged his mouse and opened a folder called "Memory of the North trip" on D plate. Inside the folder, there were photos of Zywane and Chen Yao from the Spring Festival. There were photos of Zywane and Chen Yao as well as a single person, a scenery, and a picture of Zywane and Chen Yao.

Zywane looked at the photo of the two of them together. Zhang Xiaobo was indeed Chen Yao, the legendary mysterious beauty who followed him to her old home to celebrate New Year, to actually become her fake wife.

Zywane could not help but feel it was bizarre and ridiculous.

Zhang Xiaobo had suffered many hardships. Just two years ago, he had been living a peaceful life, who knew if the wounds in his heart had been healed or not. Gao Qiang, this scoundrel, had also been pestering him, pestering him until his death. What kind of woman could withstand such torture?

I wonder what methods the strong used to force Zhang Xiaobo to go out of the sect?

He's tall and fierce!

Thinking that Chen Yao might have suffered from Gao Qiang's heavy injuries, Zywane's complaint towards Chen Yao from the bottom of his heart disappeared. She was not in a good mood, so she could be forgiven. Besides, as a friend, you have to be considerate, caring, and guiding when your friend is in a bad mood. It's normal to let your friend vent their anger on you. Who told you to be a man?

Zywane opened the QQ window again and quietly looked at San Ren's grey picture for a while. Then, he turned off the computer and went to bed.

On the second day, after finishing breakfast, He Ying was lying on the sofa watching TV. Zywane was sitting beside him, watching television while knocking on the side branches of the building.

"How is Zhongtian now?" Zhang Wei asked He Ying as he drank his tea.

He Ying laid on the sofa, placing her head on Zywane's lap, she pulled Zywane's hand and caressed his chest, enjoying it as she said, "Why does it care? "Let it die."

"That's not okay, we also have a Cooperation Agreement, a regional marketing contract with him. Of course I'm concerned about Zhongtian's current situation." Zhang Wei said seriously.

"What's there to be afraid of? In any case, you guys have already accepted the agency fee and saved the money. If he were to fail, you guys won't be harmed at all." He Ying said.

Zywane said, "Wrong. You don't know that Gao Gao's agent didn't pay a single cent, which is in violation of the agreement. The deadline is almost a month."

He Ying raised her head and looked at Zywane: "Oh, so that's how it is, then he must have ignored the rest of the affairs, in order to protect the house, she gave me all the cash she had, there's no liquidity left."

"It can't be, the dignified Boss Zhongtian only has this much money on hand?" Zywane could not believe it.

"How would you know that Gao Qiang has always been short-sighted and has no long-term plans? The resort hotel he created has already been destroyed, he invested 8 million into it, but the other funds couldn't get to his location. His partners are in a dispute, and he left with his money, not knowing where he has gotten to know his friends or friends.

"After he left, everything went down the drain. 8 million was equivalent to going down the drain, plus the divorce, there was another 5 million less. Also, the company's business has declined by leaps and bounds, the backbone of the business has left, it has scattered, the new business cannot be accepted, the old business has been taken away, the company is operating at a loss every day …" He Ying caressed Zywane's face as she slowly explained.

From what He Ying said, Gao Qiang could not possibly have any more funds to pay the agency fee. Furthermore, even if he did pay the agency fee, with the current management situation of Zhong Tian, it would be impossible for him to do the marketing agent job properly.

He had to consider this matter carefully and make his plans beforehand. Zywane thought for a while, then reached for his phone to communicate with Zheng General. He saw that his phone was out of battery.

Zywane raised He Ying's head and said, "My phone is out of battery. I used your charger to charge the battery."

"There are several universal charges in the middle drawer of the desk in the bedroom. Go find them yourself." He Ying yawned lazily.

"I know." Zywane opened the drawer and quickly found the universal charge. He installed the battery and plugged it into the socket.

He picked it up casually and sat back down on the sofa in the living room. He raised the box and said to He Ying: "What a coincidence, I also have a Lifestyle Jade Pendant in my neck, and you also have another one in your drawer. You look very similar, but you don't treasure it much, so you just threw it into a corner and let me put it into the box."

As he spoke, Zhang Wei opened it for He Ying to see.

He Ying's expression suddenly changed. She sat up, grabbed the box in Zhang Wei's hands and closed it: "Where did you find this?"

"You're crazy! Look at how nervous you are!" Zywane was annoyed by He Ying's expression, "From your drawer, what happened?"

"Oh, nothing?" He Ying immediately regained his calm, and laughed as if nothing had happened: "I once again casually threw it away, thinking that it was long gone, I didn't expect it to appear again."

"Hmm …" Zywane took out the Life Xiao Jade Pendant from his neck. "Look, yours is exactly the same as mine. The texture and the material are almost the same, except the color and the pattern are different..."

He Ying looked at Zywane's jade pendant, "Your jade looks really good, I can tell that it's expensive. My jade is not good, it's good." After saying that, He Ying threw the jade pendant and the box into the trash can.

"Eh? Why did you throw it away? " Zhang Wei asked He Ying, "No matter what, it's a piece of jade …"

"You don't know, this piece of jade is fake, it's made of high grade plastic. If your piece of jade is worth 3000 yuan, then this piece of jade is worth 30 cents. This is trash, so you didn't notice it when you bought it." He Ying laid back down on the sofa once again.