Tears dripped from my eyes, falling harder and harder.
Sister-in-law Yu finally noticed something strange about her and asked in surprise:
"What's wrong? Madam."
Shen Nian sniffed, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and smiled lightly:
"There's sand in your eyes, let me do it."
Shen Nian took the shrimp from Sister-in-law Yu's hand and entered the kitchen.
Sister-in-law Yu looked at her slender back and was puzzled. There was no sand in the house, so how could it blow into her eyes? Did you have a fight with Mr. Fu last night?
Shen Nian didn't sleep well last night, and she was in a daze. She accidentally cut the shrimp shell on her fingertips.
The pain in my heart spread all over my body.
Lowering her eyes, bright red soaked through her fingertips, like ugly centipedes, crawling all over her fingers and falling into her palms. The blood was as red as the bright red cinnabar mole on her heart.
Bright and profound.
Sister-in-law Yu came in and happened to see her injured scene.
Sister-in-law Yu hurriedly brought her iodine, disinfected her, and put a band-aid on her. Sister-in-law Yu pushed her out of the kitchen:
"Madam, just rest. After I'm done, you can just send it over."
In the past three years, Sister-in-law Yu has taken good care of her, but Fu Hanye is used to her cooking. Even if Sister-in-law Yu is around, he will let her cook by herself.
Whether she made it herself or not, a man will know once he eats it.
After Sister Yu washed the shrimps, Shen Nian went into the kitchen, endured the smell of shrimps that he was not used to, and packaged the dishes and sent them to Fu's Building.
The Fu's Building is magnificent and the most dazzling presence on the coast.
Shen Nian was not known at the front desk, so Shen Nian had no choice but to put the thermos box down and ask them to bring it up.
It happened that Fu Hanye's assistant Wang Chao came down.
Chao Chao met Shen Nian and said to the front desk:
"How dare you stop my wife? You don't want to do it anymore?"
The two receptionists shrank their necks, changed their dark faces to smiles, and kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, madam, we didn't know it was you who came. We hope you can forgive me."
After three years of hidden marriage, she has never been here, so how can she blame others for not recognizing her.
Chao Chao took Shen Nian into the CEO's elevator with a hesitant look on his face:
"Madam, have you ever cried?"
Shen Nian subconsciously touched his face:
"Can you tell?"
Dynasty nodded.
In front of him, Shen Nian opened the powder and touched up her makeup regardless of image.
She suffered from severe insomnia, dark circles under her eyes, and blue eye sockets. She applied an unknown amount of powder to cover the thick marks.
"Is your hand hurt?"
Wang Chao glanced at her hand with a band-aid on it and asked.
Shen Nian didn't answer. Chao Chao hugged the thermos cup tightly in his arms.
He secretly thought that Mr. Fu was so blessed that he had such a good wife, but he still wanted to care about other women.
In the office, it was as quiet as silence.
The wind outside the window blew by, and a thin document fell down.
Shen Nian picked it up, but a photo fell along the file at his feet. The photo was yellowed and old. The man in it was embracing the woman. He was youthful and vigorous. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. It was not only eye-catching, but also very beautiful. Heartbreaking.
Shen Nian picked up the photo, looked at it carefully, and looked back and forth, as if he wished he could travel through time and see that the man's arm wrapped around his waist.
The photo gradually changed shape in her palm, and the edges stung her. The pain in her fingertips was only one ten-millionth of the dull pain in her heart.
Putting down the thermos cup, with white fingertips, he put the document back to its original position, and then clipped the photo inside.
She was about to leave.
There was a faint sound in my ears.
Shen Nian looked for his voice, but she couldn't control her steps towards the lounge.
The door is ajar.
Shen Nian hesitated, but in the end, he didn't have the courage to open the door.
But she couldn't curb her desire to explore.
He put his head through the crack in the door and immediately touched the person on the couch. The room was lit with incense. The man had two collars of his black shirt unbuttoned. He had healthy wheat-colored skin and was full of sexual tension.
The woman's soft hair falls on the man's well-structured chest. The scene is so ambiguous that it makes people excited and spurts blood.
Shen Nian bit his lip hard.
She smiled softly.
At that moment, her breathing became uncomfortable. Qiao Anan had just returned to China, and the two of them were inseparable, which seemed quite normal.
Such a scene was enough to kill all her expectations in the past three years.
Countless times, she fantasized that she could be with him and be in love, but such a dream, romantic and charming, burst like colorful bubbles.
Shen Nian clutched her aching chest and exited the office.
When Wang Chao came over, he seemed to see her escaping in a hurry. He suddenly realized something. Wang Chao secretly screamed that something was wrong. He rushed into the office, looked at the thermos cup on the table, and heard a female voice coming from the lounge. .
Chao Chao slapped himself. When did Qiao Anan come?
If he knew that Qiao Anan was coming, he would definitely not let his wife come up.
Shen Nian ran all the way out of Fu's Building, as if there were monsters chasing her behind. She deeply understood that the wishful thinking in her heart about Fu Hanye was the monster who hurt her.
She is not a love-minded person, but three years of hard work has become a joke at this moment. How can she forgive herself?
Her breath was getting worse and worse, and by accident, she fell out.
The world in front of me is as dark as the end of the world.
With trembling fingers, she opened the bag and came out in a hurry. She forgot to bring the medicine. Shen Nian tried to calm herself down, but the scene in the office just now wrapped around her like a poisonous snake.
She couldn't get them out of her mind.
There was no time when Shen Nian felt that living was a kind of pain, and that dying was a kind of relief.
She lay there, listening to the whistle whistling past her ears, with a peaceful smile on her lips.
Suddenly, the old face of his father Shen Kun appeared in his mind: "Daughter, you don't want to die, you have to avenge me."
Father……
Shen Nian stretched out her hand, and the white-haired Shen Kun disappeared, leaving a cruel world to her.
There was a powerful force in her body, telling her that she could not die like this. She had to avenge her father. There was a battle between heaven and man in her heart. When she was about to die of suffocation, she finally stretched out her trembling hand to the passers-by: "help me."
Still conscious, Shen Nian felt someone speaking in his ear, "Electric shock."
Then, there was a dull pain in her chest. After three times, the dull pain finally eased and gradually dissipated, and she slowly fell asleep.
When I woke up, the tip of my nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
The silent world pierced Shen Nian's sad heart. The female patient in the next bed was being fed by her husband. The sound of the female patient eating could be heard throughout the room. The man took care of her very carefully and tenderly. Compared to the empty space around him, Shen Nian's face was painfully slapped.
She glanced at her phone, which was forever silent.
When expectation turns to despair, it means death.
The doctor suggested that she stay one more day, but Shen Nian refused. She signed the discharge consent form, completed the discharge procedures, and returned to Mansion No. 8.
After Shen Nian calmed down, she also packed her luggage. She took out the lipstick from her bag and wrote down on the dressing mirror one stroke at a time:
We will never see each other again in this life.
And put down the divorce agreement that he had just printed out and signed with his name.
Finally, he took a look at the home he had carefully decorated himself, picked up his luggage, and strode out of Mansion No. 8.
The cold figure walks alone on the crowded streets.
