Rong Yue walked out of He Huan's studio and then opened the door in front of his car to get into the car. A timid voice suddenly sounded: "Rong Yue."

Rong Yue raised his eyes and saw Ai Mengmeng.

Not long ago, they were also doing a show together, and she showed her watch in front of him, regardless of his mood.

Of course, they have no feelings except that night.

Ai Mengmeng stepped forward, one step away from him, and his voice was low: "Rong Yue, I want to talk to you."

Rong Yue put his hand on the door, and he drove a white BMW, which matched his temperament.

Ai Mengmeng was also proud once, because she looked down on Rong Yue a bit because she saw many successful men on Vanity Fair. She was with Rong Yue to disgust He Huan, but now she found that she was not worthy of this man.

His temperament is so clean, and he has obviously gone through such a big trauma, but he still stands here well.

After Ai Mengmeng finished speaking, Rong Yue said lightly: "Get in the car."

He got in the car first, and Ai Mengmeng dared to go up, sitting beside him a little uneasy.

Rong Yue took her to her residence. The apartment of more than 100 square meters was not luxurious, but it was a quiet and beautiful place with a book atmosphere.

Ai Mengmeng was a little restrained, she sat there pursing her lips, without making a sound for a long time.

Rong Yue poured a glass of juice for her, sat opposite her and looked at her quietly, with a low voice, "Is there anything to do with me?"

Ai Mengmeng lowered her eyes and squeezed out a few words for a long time: ‘We didn’t have a relationship that night. ’

After she finished speaking, she held her breath and waited for him to speak, but Rong Yue remained silent.

After a long time, Ai Mengmeng raised his eyes, with some moisture in his eyes, and looked straight at him. After plucking up the courage, he said again: "Rong Yue, I said we have never had a relationship, so..."

"I always knew." Rong Yue said calmly.

Ai Mengmeng was stunned, staring at him, she couldn't believe it.

Rong Yue is still very calm: "I actually want to find a girlfriend."

He actually liked her appearance.

She said that there was a relationship, and he knew it was not, but he acquiesced.

Later, no one thought of this, Rong Yue did not say that the breakup was proposed by Ai Mengmeng.

She really has no face to be with him, although he is very good, but she is too downright now.

Ai Mengmeng whispered sorry, stood up slowly, and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute." Rong Yue stopped her.

Ai Mengmeng turned her head away, her lips trembling slightly.

She knew what she had missed, but these words were too unbearable for her to say.

Rong Yue went back to his bedroom, an envelope in his hand when he returned.

He gently placed it on her palm, "There are 2 million in the card, and the password is your birthday. Take care of yourself in the future."

Ai Mengmeng's lips trembled more severely, she wanted to cry, but she was afraid that she would cry, and she was afraid that she would not want to leave.

She is not worthy of such a good man.

Ai Mengmeng lowered her eyes, and it took a long time to whisper, "I can't ask for it."

Rong Yue pressed a button on her hand, "Take it, there will be a lot of money to spend in the future."

Ai Mengmeng bit her lip, "Rong Yue."

He put his hand on her shoulder and patted gently: ‘I will send you back. ’

I just wanted to leave, but Ai Mengmeng hugged him backhand.

Her thin arms hugged his waist, and her face was buried on his shoulders. She knew she was unworthy, but she wanted to hug him now...