Night, as thin and cool as water
Shen Nian slept peacefully, with flowers, a big cake, an ivory piano, and a lot of chatter and laughter floating around in front of her eyes.
She rushed over and grabbed the man's clothes. She heard her broken voice ask: "Have you ever cared about me?"
"Never."
Men are so ruthless that they are cold-blooded.
The word 'never' fell on her heart like a soldering iron, causing her body to tremble with pain.
She wiped her tears and whispered the word 'never'.
wake up.
The world is quiet.
The coldness in the corner of her eyes reminded her that everything just now was just a dream.
Such a dream is real and cruel.
He had never cared about her, he said it so simply and decisively, but her heart had already been left behind in the afternoon three years ago.
She is not even qualified to accuse others of being heartless.
Whoever is willing to pay loses.
What's more, the Bai Yueguang in the man's heart is still the childhood sweetheart who grew up with him.
Raise your hand and wipe away your tears.
Shen Nian lowered her head, the tears on her fingertips were crystal clear. She vowed to forget him and start over, returning herself to the beginning three years ago. However, at this moment, she understood deeply that nothing could go back. .
How she wanted to take a sip of water from the Wangchuan River!
Weng-weng-weng——
The pendulum of midnight struck, like a knock on her heart.
Didi didi——
The phone rang.
When I picked it up, I saw the name flashing on the screen - Fu Hanye.
Shen Nian hardened her heart and didn't want to answer. In the end, she was reluctant to give up. When the ring rang to the last tone, she still pressed the call button.
"Come pick me up."
The voice was clear, with the usual coldness.
"I slept."
"Chen Nian, how long will the quarrel last?" The man's voice began to sound hoarse, and he was slightly drunk.
"Mr. Fu."
Shen Nian wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes. She tried her best to keep her voice steady:
"Right now, we only have a working relationship, Mr. Fu."
"I don't agree. Can you divorce this marriage?"
Shen Nian was tangled in her heart. The defensive wall she built in her heart seemed to be slowly crumbling. Thinking of Xu Jingyi's haggard face when she was only 23 years old, she finally gave in:
"Mr. Fu, let's discuss something."
"speak."
A cold and heartless word.
"I can come to pick you up, and you can help me arrange for someone to enter Fu's."
"Let's talk about it when we meet."
The man threw a word to her and hung up the phone.
Shen Nian got up to clean herself up. She felt that she was not up to par. She had obviously decided to give up, but when the man said:
"I don't agree. Can you divorce me from this marriage?" When he said this, he seemed to have new hope.
What if he cares a little about himself?
She knew she was cheap.
However, she didn't want to stay up all night, trapped by this unchangeable emotion.
She felt like an animal trapped by emotions, locked in a cage and unable to get out.
And the source of all this comes from Fu Hanye.
Shen Nian took a taxi to MiSe.
In the large box, the flowers and the ivory piano were all gone.
Except for the half-eaten large cake on the table, it proved that what she saw was not a dream.
The man was half leaning on the sofa, with several buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. Under the light, his well-defined chest was so sexy and sultry that it could make people scream.
The man's narrow eyes slowly opened, and when his intoxicated eyes met hers, his deep and multi-layered wrinkled eyelids lifted, and he hooked his little finger at her:
"come over."
Shen Nian stood there without moving.
The door behind him was closed.
There was a slight sound, it should be Dynasty.
The man stood up from the sofa and stumbled over to her. His tall figure suddenly enveloped her little girl.
He lowered his eyes and locked them tightly with hers.
He gently pinched her chin with his long fingers and lifted it up slightly.
Shen Nian was forced to raise his head and met the man's eyes, which were deep, dark and emotionless.
"Angry?"
The man's breath touched her ears.
He began to kiss her neck gently and slowly bit her skin. The force was neither light nor heavy, but enough to leave his own marks on her white and tender skin.
"From now on, when you celebrate your birthday, if she has it, you will have it too."
Her birthday?
Shen Nian chuckled softly. She really wanted to tell him that yesterday was her birthday. God really loved joking with her and even arranged for her to celebrate her birthday with Qiao Anan.
Otherwise, she would not be like this.
Not like this, you can see a man's heart more clearly.
She endured all the emotions of sadness and anger in her heart.
"It's not my birthday."
Her voice was light and gentle, as if she really didn't care about birthdays.
"Shen Nian."
The man murmured softly, his drunken breath spraying on her snow-white skin, "Don't go against me anymore. As long as you behave, I will give you what you want."
As for the man, Shen Nianquan thought he was drunk and confused.
She had been good for three years, but she ended up being infatuated and wrong.
When the man opened her clothes with his long fingers, she regretted it, regretted being a bitch and coming to pick him up.
She grabbed the man's hand, and the man's eyes paused, looking at her pupils that reflected the light: "Why, you don't want to?"
The smell of perfume on a man reminded her of the existence of another woman, and this woman, in his heart, was such an exception.
"Mr. Fu."
She took a breath and mustered up the courage to ask:
"Have you ever cared about me?"
"Um."
The man hummed softly, grabbed her waist, pushed her to the sofa, and pressed her down like that.
Such a perfunctory attitude made Shen Nian want to laugh and struggle, but she held it back in the end.
Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, but the man was in high spirits, and she had to grit her teeth hard to restrain herself from spitting it out. If he really wanted it, she couldn't help but give it to him.
That being the case, she accepts it.
She knew that right now, she didn't have the ability to compete with him.
The messy atmosphere finally subsided.
The world quieted down.
He held her waist, and she rested in his arms. The two shadows were close to each other, and her heart was in sharp contrast with her fiery body.
Fu Hanye, starting from tonight, all I have for you is a walking corpse.
In the silence, she heard her own warm voice saying:
"Jingyi needs a job, help her."
Fu Hanye said nothing, but Shen Nian, who knew his temper, knew that this was tacit approval.
In the morning, the first ray of sunlight shines in.
When Shen Nian opened her eyes, the man next to her was no longer there. She arranged her clothes, opened the door, and was about to leave when she ran into Wang Chao, who handed him a pill:
"Mr. Fu gave it to you."
Shen Nian took the medicine and looked at it on his fingertips, dazed for a while.
How much of this medicine has she taken in three years?
Putting back her wandering thoughts, she put the medicine into her mouth without hesitation and drank it dry.
Wang Chao handed over the water and she pushed his hand away: "No need."
Shen Nian raised her feet and left. The assistant quickly followed her: "I just paid for the private room. In addition, Mr. Fu said that your friend's name is Jingyi and asked her to come over in the afternoon to report."
There was no emotion in Shen Nian's eyes, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
