Chapter 744

Medwell street.

Opposite the Lombard court.

Yulia stopped, faced the street lamp, looked up at the apartment building in front of her, and thought a lot for a moment.

Even if she hasn't been here for a long time, she will never forget this place.

Gently exhale, Yulia dispels the memories in her mind, grabs her bag and walks into the corridor.

Fifth floor.

After standing at the door for a while, she slowly raised her hand and stagnated in the air for a moment. After all, she knocked at the door.

There was no movement in the house,

As if no one was at home.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Yulia knocked again.

This time there was a response.

"Who?"

With a drunken voice, the door gradually opened a crack, and half of his face appeared.

His beard was torn and decadent. His hair had not been trimmed or trimmed for too long, which almost covered his eyes.

"You... Why are you here?"

His sight seemed unaffected. When he saw Yulia at the door, his body was stiff and his drinking seemed to be sober.

"Passing by."

Yulia was expressionless. "Is it convenient to come in?"

After the messy hair, the eyes struggled.

People are like this. Even if reason reminds Carmen that he must strictly keep a distance from her and can't let her in, he can see his old love again after many days. The most real emotion in his heart still makes sensibility prevail at this moment.

The door gradually opened.

Yulia stepped in.

When she re entered the house where she had lived for a long time, Yulia did not shake her mind and trance, but the strong smell of wine made her subconsciously frown.

There is no sweetness and warmth. There are all kinds of wine bottles and domestic garbage everywhere in the house. It is messy and ugly. It is even difficult to find a place to sit.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were coming..."

Carmen did not seem to have completely lost his sense of shame and hurried to collect.

"No, I'll just stand."

Yulia looked at the once intimate man and didn't know what she was thinking.

"... is this the life you want?"

She asked softly.

Carmen paused to pack the sofa and grinned.

"Free and unrestrained, I think it's very good."

Although expected, Yulia felt a little startled to see each other's living conditions with her own eyes.

She couldn't help but have a question in her heart.

Is this still the man she once loved?

"Why did you become what you are now?"

The unkempt Carmen straightened up and couldn't see the shadow of the confident and handsome ace pilot.

"Yulia, everyone has different ideals and pursuits. In your opinion, my current life may be difficult to understand, but I am very satisfied and relaxed."

Yulia stared at him as if she had known the man for the first time.

"You're escapism. What if you lose your job? You can start over. Alcohol can only paralyze you for a while. Are you going to abandon yourself all your life?"

Carmen smiled and didn't answer the topic.

"How are you... Now?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Yulia responded without hesitation, heartless and indifferent.

Carmen's lips tightened.

The room was quiet.

A couple who once had nothing to talk about, turned out to be speechless at this time.

Yulia looked around the room.

To exaggerate, the house is like a small garbage dump. Wine bottles and some food bags are everywhere on the ground, sofa and table, but fortunately there is no unbearable smell of decay.

Yulia's eyes were soon attracted by a picture frame on the TV cabinet.

Everywhere is dirty and messy, but the picture frame is very clean, incompatible with the surrounding environment, so it attracts people's attention.

In the photo, a couple snuggled up sweetly with a bright smile and looked like a talented woman.

Yulia, who had planned to leave, could not help feeling soft in her heart.

Noticing her eyes, Carmen hurried over, put the frame away and put it in the drawer.

"Would you like something to drink? I only have water here except wine."

He said something unnatural.

"No."

Yulia shook her head and looked at the man who seemed to have changed. Her lips moved and stopped talking, but she didn't say anything at last.

Then she opened her bag, took out a wad of money from it, bent over and put it on the tea table.

Carmen's expression was stiff.

"... what do you mean, Yulia?"

"Your savings should be running out? The payment reminder from the power bureau has been posted at your door."

Carmen was stunned.

"What kind of life you want to pursue is your right. No one can stop it, but you must at least ensure that you can live."

With that, Yulia turned to leave.

This should be called the best ex girlfriend.

If some domestic girls were to say that the bastard was dead, it would be very difficult for Yulia to do this.

"Wait."

The self indulgent kamayn seemed to be finally aroused by the last remaining trace of self-esteem and picked up the stack of banknotes.

"I can't take the money."

When a drunkard, the cost is much higher than that of a normal person, and the financial concept of westerners is different from that of the East. They rarely have the habit of saving money.

Having no job for so long and being drunk all day, Carmen's economic situation is really not optimistic.

"Why, for you now, do you still care about face?"

Yulia stopped, but did not turn around. It seemed that she finally smiled.

"Take it, or you may have no wine to drink next."

Then she opened the door.

"Who sent you?"

Cried Carmen, holding the stack of bills in his hand.

"Your friend. Don't let those who care about you down."

Yulia kept walking and quickly went out.

"Bang."

Take the door,

Carmen stood alone in the house, his eyes changing.

Outside the apartment building.

Yulia stepped out quickly, stopped for a moment under the street lamp, didn't look back after all, and then walked forward along the street.

A dark corner.

A Volkswagen Golf parked there quietly.

Yulia passed by without paying attention.

Not long after she left, the owner of Volkswagen Golf took out his mobile phone.

"The female teacher has just left."

"Dong Dong Dong..."

As he was talking, the window was knocked off guard.

Qin and Han Dynasty was surprised and turned around subconsciously holding the mobile phone.

An unexpected man stood outside.

Carmen Olsen.

Qin Han's eyelids beat, looked at him for a moment across the window, and then put down the window.

Carmen's face was calm. Qin Han didn't put down his cell phone.

"Take me to your boss."