Chapter 224 The Person I Love Is Not My Lover (9)

Ji Yi could only endure the discomfort in her body, and gently pulled out the chair next to Tang Huahua and sat down.

The monitor saw everyone was there and immediately called the waiter to order.

Because there were too many people dining tonight, not only was the food served slowly, but even the tableware was delayed.

Behind Ji Yi, she happened to face the door of the large box. All the tableware was placed beside her. When she and Tang Huahua were helping to divide the tableware, she inadvertently raised her head and saw the person sitting directly in front of her. He Jichen.

The man was sitting by the window, his chair facing the dining table, holding a cigarette in his mouth and staring out the window.

He seemed to be in a bad mood and his face looked gloomy, but even so, it could not hide his noble aura.

When he raised the lighter and lit the cigarette, the dancing flames illuminated his face, making his already perfect facial features even more stunning and stunning.

After lighting the cigarette, he pinched it from his lips, held it between his fingers, and stopped smoking.

There are so many problems with this man. Why would he light up a cigarette if he doesn't smoke?

After Ji Yi finished complaining silently in his heart, he realized that he seemed to be too involved in He Jichen's business, so he looked away and rejoined everyone's chat.

The whole room was buzzing with conversation, but He Jichen didn't say a word the whole time.

After the waiter finished serving the food and the squad leader cooked the beef, the man sitting next to He Jichen called out to him: "Brother Chen, it's time to eat."

He Jichen, who was like a statue, tilted his head slightly but still made no sound.

However, after a while, he put out the half-burned cigarette on his fingertips.

He didn't rush to turn his chair around to eat. Instead, he pinched his cigarette butt and stroked toward the window casually and casually.

After the Spring Festival, the temperature in BJ is still very low. When the hot pot is cooked indoors, the temperature rises so high that a layer of water vapor forms on the windows.

The traces of the cigarette butts on He Jichen's fingertips sliding across the window would linger briefly as the water vapor dissipated.

At first Ji Yi didn't pay attention to what He Jichen painted on the window. When she got up to fish out the beef balls in the hot pot, she saw his cigarette butt and wrote the word "I" on the window. It was purely out of curiosity that she sat down and , and looked at his slender fingertips.

He wrote very slowly, stroke by stroke, with great care. By the time he finished writing the second word "love", the first word had been covered up again by new water vapor.

Ji Yi thought to herself, is He Jichen going to write "I love you"?

Before her thoughts were completely settled, the third word of He Jichen jumped into her eyes, which was the word "的".

Every time he writes a word, the previous words will be covered by moisture.

When he finished writing a sentence, there was only the word "人" left on the window.

It wasn't what she thought, so what was he going to write?

Ji Yi stopped eating and stared at He Jichen's cigarette butt without blinking.

Every time he writes a word, the previous words will be covered by moisture.

When he finished writing a sentence, there was only the word "人" left on the window.

But Ji Yi, who had been staring at He Jichen intently, could completely recite his words silently in her heart: "The person I love is not my lover."

What a sad sentence...

Ji Yi subconsciously turned her attention to He Jichen.

His back was to the entire room and he was still staring out the window.