chapter 13 No more nightclubs allowed

The moonlight outside the window was surprisingly bright, falling through the window into the living room, dimming the lights, and Penelope's beautiful and refined face dimmed the moonlight.

I just stared at her, her face was completely quiet, which made me feel a little more uneasy. Maybe my nostalgia for this house could not impress her "cold" mind.

After a long while, Penelope finally spoke to me and said, "You love this house very much."

I nodded seriously: "I love it very much. I love it very much. There is no one in the world who loves this humble house more than me."

Penelope smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true."

I looked at her in surprise: "Are you the one who loves me more than me?"

In fact, I have always been curious about why Penelope and Oscar bought this house. Although I can imagine it as a kind of performance art for rich people, the real answer may not be as simple as I imagined.

Penelope did not answer my question. She asked me: "How long do you plan to stay?"

"Do you agree?" I asked with a little excitement.

"Maxwell, can you face the problem first?"Penelope said with some dissatisfaction.

I smiled and sighed: "So you know my name."

Penelope frowned again.

I smiled shyly, fearing that she would change her words, so I made an apologetic expression and said repeatedly: "I'll answer the question first. I'll answer the question first. I plan to stay here for another month, okay?"

Penelope was silent for a while and finally said: "Yes, but you must agree to two conditions first."

"Okay, as long as you don't drive me away, you can say anything and you will definitely do it." I said, patting my chest.

"Don't make any promises yet, wait until you have done it."Penelope choked me.

I smiled awkwardly again and said, "I know I have no credibility in your eyes, so let's put it this way, I will try my best to meet your requirements, okay?"

"Yeah."Penelope said after a pause: "Let me talk about the first point first: you can't go to nightclubs in the future, can you do that?"

"Ah" I exclaimed subconsciously. I didn't expect Penelope to make this request.

Penelope looked at me, waiting for my answer.

Although I was confused as to why Penelope made this request, considering that women’s thoughts are always unpredictable, and I didn’t want to get to the bottom of it and ask for the reason, settling in first was the top priority, so I nodded without thinking, “Yes, there’s more. There’s one”

"While you are staying here, you are not allowed to enter my room, and you must return the key to my room."

"This request is appropriate." I said, taking out the key from my pocket, finding the key to Penelope's room and placing it on the coffee table in front of her.

Penelope stood up from the sofa and finally said to me: "Remember what you promised me. If I find that you can't do anything, you will move out on your own initiative."

After washing up, I returned to my room. This was supposed to be a night to settle down. After all, I could live here temporarily, but I still couldn't help but have random thoughts.

There are still 4 days until Wesley and Zoey get married. As a friend along the way, their marriage cannot help irritating me. In fact, I am not a non-marriage person. If I can meet a woman who likes me, I would also like it. I want to get married, but my material conditions are indeed poor, and there are very few things that can be given to marriage, so for me, the desire to get married can only be regarded as an unrealistic fantasy, temporarily sealed away.

I thought about Emily again. On the wedding day of Wesley and Zoey, we will definitely meet. If she brings her boyfriend or she is already married and brings her husband, will I collapse again?

I shook my head and smiled. If I really collapsed at my friend's wedding, then this collapse would be really gorgeous.

The next day, I arrived at the company on time. Wesley had also rushed back to Suzhou from Shanghai, and the two met next to the coffee machine in the break room.

We each held a cup of coffee and chatted. I asked Wesley: "How is the i cabinet project completed?"

Wesley said with a relieved smile: "It's done. If nothing happens, we can sign the contract next month."

"Yes, you have contributed a lot to the fact that a first-tier brand like i can enter our department store. The future of this little comrade is unlimited," I patted Wesley on the shoulder and said with a smile.

But Wesley said to me seriously: "Maxwell, do you have any ideas about work? I can help you fight for it."

I still smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about me. If I have an idea, I will fight for it myself."

I know Wesley is worried about me, but he has only been the leader of the planning and copywriting team for half a year. His qualifications are still relatively low, and the company’s reputation is deep. In addition, our well-known friendship has not had a good impact on him. .

"Come on, we have worked together for two years. When did you take the initiative to fight for yourself?"Wesley's tone sounded unhappy.

I smiled heartlessly: "That's not because I have no ideas. I think this is pretty good. At least the work is easy. Even if the sky falls, the first ones to be hit will be you model workers who have worked hard to climb up."

Wesley was speechless by what I said, and sighed for a while: "You've been really good for two years."

I immediately interrupted: "Okay, stop feeling emotional and tell me what happened yesterday. I spent a whole day shopping with your wife yesterday. You have to compensate me for this hard work today."

Wesley nodded: "Let's have dinner together after work."

As they talked, the two of them walked from the break room to the office with unfinished coffee cups. When they were about to enter the office, Wesley suddenly pulled me to a stop, causing the coffee to spill on my sleeves.

"What's wrong?" I shook off the coffee from my sleeves and asked with surprise and dissatisfaction. I always felt that Wesley was a little abnormal, and I felt it since he suddenly asked me if I had any ideas about work.

Wesley looked at me with a piercing look, paused for a long time and said to me: "Emily contacted Zoey on the phone last night. At that time, she was already preparing to board the plane to return to China. She would arrive in Shanghai around noon."

I was stunned for a moment, my head was a little empty, and I didn't know what emotion to face the news.

Wesley patted my shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to Shanghai to meet her?"

I was stunned for a long time and asked Wesley: "Tell me, how can I go to see you, with a bullshit ex-boyfriend identity?"

"If you feel embarrassed, just pretend I didn't tell you, but we always have to meet."

Of course I know that Wesley said that they would always meet each other, at his and Zoey's wedding. On that day, Emily will attend, and I will also attend, but such a meeting is just a routine, not deliberate. I thought: At that time, if I had been open-minded enough, I would have just treated her as a stranger I met by chance, without exchanging greetings or breaking my heart.

All morning, I was still doing the work at hand intermittently. It wasn't until noon when all my colleagues went to the restaurant to eat, that I lit a cigarette, closed my eyes, and lay back on the office chair to smoke.

In the diffuse smell of tobacco, Emily's face on the day she left lingered in my mind. I was a little painful and at a loss, but I didn't know how to deal with the pain.

Two years ago, I already understood that the pain I imagined because of a breakup was just meaningless self-torture. However, it is human nature to be "cheap". I would rather grit my teeth and endure the false pain than become a "cheap" person. Buddha.

Perhaps at this moment, Emily was enjoying the afternoon tea after reuniting with her family and friends, while I was sitting sadly in the empty office, smoking cigarettes and vomiting away the mist around me.

I put out the cigarette fiercely, wishing I could slap myself in the face and warn myself not to be too mean.

In the end, I couldn't take action, I just smiled helplessly. My indifference and all kinds of deviance over the years, at this moment, it seems that it is exactly the sorrow she left me, and I have been immersed in the inescapable world with these sorrows. Asking for harm in the past.

The smell of smoke gradually dissipated, and I was still alone in the huge office. The warm afternoon breeze blew in from the open window with a hint of inexplicable melancholy. It just matched my mood. I sat there for a while and then I felt it. Feeling hungry, I put the cigarette in my pocket and prepared to eat something.

After getting out of the elevator, my phone rang and I looked to see it was Hayden calling.

After answering the phone, Hayden said to me apologetically: "Maxwell, I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday. I couldn't help you deal with it."

I smiled nonchalantly and said, "You are brothers, so don't say anything sorry to me. You guys are in a band. How can I let you handle such a thing as a bar fight? Which bar will have the guts to accept you as a resident singer in the future? Let's teach you a lesson." It is my unshirkable responsibility as a good young man to have a blind grandson, so please don’t join in the fun."

Hayden also smiled and said: "Okay, brother, I won't say much more. By the way, there is a fashion show at the Suhe Bar tonight. There are all beautiful girls. Some of them are quite familiar with me. Come, you can Let me introduce you to someone who looks right."

"Okay." I agreed almost instinctively without thinking.

"Okay, I'll treat you tonight and let's go crazy."

I had already left the office building with my cell phone in hand. I was suddenly enveloped in sunlight, and my thoughts seemed to spread. I suddenly remembered that I had promised Penelope last night that I would not go to nightclubs again.

I stopped and thought of all the unreliable words and deeds I had said to Penelope a few days ago. I decided to be a man of his word this time.

After a moment of silence, I said to Hayden, who was still waiting for my answer: "Look at my memory, I have some personal matters tonight and I really can't go."

"What is more important than a bunch of us eating, drinking and having fun together?"Hayden asked jokingly, but he was also a little surprised. In his eyes, I, Maxwell, have always regarded eating, drinking and having fun as the top priority in my life. To treat.

"Things have to be prioritized. Let's make an appointment another day. I really can't do it today."

Hayden responded with a slight disappointment. After all, he didn't force me, and my night was about to be dull because I kept my promise.

After hanging up the phone, I walked on the road facing the warm wind, and I was a little surprised at my transformation. In fact, even if I agreed to Hayden, it didn't matter. With my character, I could tell Penelope with peace of mind: I just joined the company's We had a party and drank some wine; she was in charge of the world and the earth, but she could not control the legitimate party between me and my colleagues in the company.

And why I didn't choose to deceive her? I don't understand.

For a long time, I didn't think of the reason. I simply understood that she was too beautiful. Men are always willing to obey beautiful women instinctively.

However, this baseless logic does not seem to be very tenable.

Then what is the reason for this? I still don’t understand it for a long time.