The pendulum has struck again.
Shen Nian stood on the terrace, dressed in cold clothes, waiting for her husband who had not returned.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
The sound of the door lock turning came. She stood there, not daring to move rashly, and listened intently to what was going on over there.
The door opened and closed again.
A tall figure stumbled in.
When Shen Nian's empty eyes touched the figure approaching him, they suddenly felt alive.
"cold……"
Before she could finish shouting, the strong smell of alcohol hit the tip of her nose. It was so pungent that it made her heart tremble, and the word 'night' stuck in her throat.
"you've been drinking?"
"A little bit."
As the magnetic voice reached his ears, and under the ambiguous light, the man couldn't wait to kiss her crazily.
The scent of alcohol blended deeply with her sweet scent.
Passion, bite, sinking.
The nightgown faded away, revealing a dazzling snow-white color. The mandala on the slender waist was fiery and coquettish. In the man's black pupils, it kept enlarging. Gradually, the fiery and beautiful flowers became ferocious, as if they wanted to suck all the blood from his body. .
All passion came to an abrupt end.
The look in the man's eyes was like the crazy crashing waves. In just a second, the monstrous waves slowly faded away and returned to their original calmness. He took a deep look at her, and Fu Hanye decisively pulled away and swayed towards the bathroom. .
Shen Nian shook his chest, looking at the heartless figure, his breath unsteady, his fingertips combing the fallen hair on his temples, and his mind kept thinking about the scene this afternoon.
After returning from an outing, the BYD she was driving was rear-ended. The sound of the two cars colliding could still be heard in her ears. Two seconds after she climbed out of the car, the car exploded.
The sound of scolding Yunxiao made her stunned, and she was just a little bit away from meeting the King of Hell.
She tried to call Fu Hanye, but every time she was desperate, the man's phone was always busy.
Fortunately, she was unscathed, but the fear of facing death still makes her still in shock.
After finally waiting for him to come back, there was no word of comfort or concern, and what was left for her was always an indifferent figure that was almost heartless.
Fu Hanye...
She cried and wrote in her heart the name of the man who had caused her pain for three years and whom she had been in love with for another three years.
Shen Nian pulled up her nightgown, walked back to the living room, sat on the sofa, and looked at the pendulum on the wall quietly. It was two o'clock in the morning.
The sound of rushing water stopped and the man walked out. Shen Nian's eyes couldn't help but slowly move up from those slender and powerful thighs.
The shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, the eight-pack abs are clearly visible, the water is dripping down, and the washed face is so sharp and angular that it can make any woman linger and scream.
Maybe he noticed something was wrong with her, so the man asked:
"Still not sleeping yet?"
A short sentence that sounds so good can make people's ears pregnant.
But also indifferent to the point of not having any warmth.
"Can't sleep." Shen Nian stared at that proud figure and replied in a dumb voice.
The man walked towards her, stood in front of her, looked at her hair with lowered eyes, and his voice struck from the top of her head:
"It's not easy to talk about business tonight. I drank two more drinks. I won't do it again in the future."
Pipa.
As a white light flashed on the window, thunder rolled.
Shen Nian's neck shrank. The man did not notice the woman's subtle movements, but stared at the dark sky outside the window. In the distance, white golden light was like thin lines, densely covered, and the thunder was denser and denser.
Weng-weng-weng——
The cell phone ringtone is cheerful and urgent.
Fu Hanye raised his hand to answer the phone:
"What's wrong? An An."
An'an?
Qiao Anan?
It was like this every time. This woman would always make long-distance calls from abroad, and Fu Hanye didn't seem to shy away from it, always answering in front of her.
Because you don’t love, you are fearless; because you don’t love, you are unscrupulous.
All Shen Nian's attention was focused on the conversation between the two.
I don’t know what the woman said, but I just heard Fu Hanye say:
"Wait for me, I'll be right over."
After ending the call, Fu Hanye took off the bath towel from his waist and dressed eagerly in front of her.
Shen Nian couldn't hold it in any longer. She got up from the sofa and rushed over. The fingertips of her outstretched hand slipped from the corner of his sleeve. There was no trace of man's breath across the fingertips, except for the coldness. Still cold air.
The door was not closed, but the man's figure had disappeared in an instant.
Shen Nian stood there like a piece of art.
Lightning flashed across the window again, reflecting her face which was so white that there was no trace of blood. She didn't know how much time had passed, but until her hands and feet were completely cold, she lazily closed the door and retreated to the living room.
Standing in the living room, she looked at her lonely and helpless shadow at her feet, filled with sadness.
Qiao Anan returned to China.
After being away for three years, I finally came back. People say that a long separation is better than a new marriage. The two have been apart for three years, and now they don’t know what love will be like.
He even lied to her and said it was just for socializing.
Shen Nian is a fool.
How silly!
Crack!
Loud thunder seemed to roll over her head.
Shen Nian was so frightened that she quickly jumped on the sofa and covered her head tightly. She didn't dare to look outside. She had been afraid of thunderstorms since her father's accident and she suffered a car accident tonight.
Her mental endurance is even worse than before.
Qiao Anan, Fu Hanye...
She trembled, chewing on these two names.
That night, Shen Nian's mind was in a mess. She was sad and cried all night. In the second half of the night, her temples hurt so much that she couldn't help herself. She couldn't fall asleep until she swallowed half a sleeping pill.
"Madam, breakfast is ready."
In the confusion of consciousness, she seemed to hear Sister-in-law Yu's voice.
Sister-in-law Yu doesn't live in Mansion No. 8 because Fu Hanye doesn't like outsiders to disturb her.
She wanted to open her eyes and see Sister-in-law Yu, but her eyes were so sore that she heard Sister-in-law Yu say again:
"You go to bed first, and I'm going to buy some groceries. Mr. Fu just called and asked me to buy some brine shrimp and send them to the company."
Fu Hanye doesn't like eating brine shrimp.
Qiao An'an is an international movie star. Shen Nian has read reports about her. One of women's favorite foods is brine shrimp.
Sister-in-law Yu is gone.
The house was empty.
Shen Nian woke up.
Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes were swollen like walnuts, with red threads under my eyes, the result of a night of sadness and despair.
While eating breakfast, she turned on the TV, which was playing an entertainment program. When her eyes glanced at the two faces on the big screen, the bun in Shen Nian's hand fell.
Qiao Anan was injured on the forehead, and Fu Hanye was carefully bandaging her. She carefully checked the premiere time, which was the time when she had a car accident last night.
Now, it's replaying.
When Qiao Anan returned to China, all the media wanted to gain traffic and publicize it.
Shen Nian felt a tightness in his chest, and suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.
It was like there was a knife in her chest, stabbing her hard one after another.
The lingering pain enveloped her tightly, and tears burst into her eyes, blurring her vision.
The door rang, and Sister-in-law Yu came back and put down the vegetable basket:
"Madam, Mr. Fu just called again and asked you to prepare these shrimps and send them over."
My sweetheart wanted to eat shrimp, so he asked Sister-in-law Yu to buy it. Why not ask Sister-in-law Yu to deliver it?
He knew clearly that she was allergic to shrimp, but he still asked her to do it himself. A man's heart is contaminated with venom, and even half of it on her could be fatal.
