Claire locked the restroom door, collapsed on the ground, and her mouth drew a stiff arc. She murmured to herself: "Claire Lu, they are right, you are a bitch."
Claire smiled and frowned alternately, and she seemed to be obsessed. Five years, five years, she was willing to be driven out of the house by her parents for him, gave up her reputation, and now her dignity is almost gone, because she feels that as long as she can stay by his side, she is happy.
So why does her numb heart still ache with the slander of others?
Why is her happiness like a bubble, always broken so easily, anyone who wants to reach out can destroy it directly?
Is this revenge? She didnt do anything wrong, she just fell in love with a person, a person who really warmed her. She just wants to stand quietly by his side, never extravagant, why is it so difficult?
The mobile phone ring interrupted her reverie, and the special ringtone indicated the unique identity of the caller. No matter when, as long as its his call, she never hesitates to answer, even after this kind of thing happens.
It has become a habit that is deeply ingrained.
"Where are you?"
She can always distinguish his subtle emotional changes from his voice. At this time, she knew that although his tone was indifferent, he was angry.
"In the restroom... a bit uncomfortable physically."
"Is the gift for Heather ready? Has it been delivered?" The man didnt give her a chance to explain and went straight to the point.
"No, but I will deliver the gift to Miss Heather before afternoon tea," Claire said lightly, as if her emotions were not affected by the previous affairs.
"Good!" Ethan Shen hung up the phone and felt an inexplicable anger being ignited again.
Claire turned on the tap, scrubbed her face fiercely, and washed away the tears that had been hanging on her face.
"Who is so unscrupulous to close the restroom door! Dont others need to use the restroom!" The restroom door was kicked hard by the person outside.
Claire took a wet towel and cleaned herself up, then walked to the door and looked at the person calmly.
Yang Zi Chen, who spoke loudly, looked at Claire coldly and shivered. She couldnt say anything.
"Secretary Lu, Secretary Lu..."
"Hmm." Claire looked at herself in the mirror, who had recovered to an elite style, and nodded to Yang Zi Chen, not speaking, which rejected Yang Zi Chens desire to chat.
"Hey, do you still want to talk to that person, arent you afraid of dirtying your mouth." Yu Xiaoxiao, who came to the restroom with Yang Zi Chen, said with gloating.
Yang Zi Chen glared at her: "How do I feel that your mouth is dirtier."
"Hey!" Yu Xiaoxiao looked at Yang Zi Chens domineering appearance, and she was out of breath: "Good intentions are regarded as donkey liver and lungs!"
Yang Zi Chen didnt want to talk to her and washed her face and left.