The car stopped.
Shen Nian felt something was wrong.
She struggled to get out of the car, and Fu Hanye caught her.
And Dynasty has already got off the bus.
"What are you doing?"
She slapped Fu Hanye on the face. The man's face was precious, and he had never been slapped like this before. Suddenly, the air was oppressive.
Shen Nian relied on the alcohol to make a face at the man and sighed:
"I didn't mean to do it. Who asked you to hug my waist?"
The man's cold whooshing voice reached my ears accompanied by the evening breeze:
"Can't hug me anymore?"
Shen Nian opened the door and got out of the car. The man sat on the seat without stopping, his eyes locked on the slender figure.
Shen Nian raised her head and looked ahead. When her eyes touched 'Mansion No. 8', she frowned. Then, she stumbled to the side of the road to stop the car.
The man came down.
He stood there with his hands in his bags, looking at her with fiery eyes.
Being stared at by him made her heart tremble. Shen Nian curled her lips and smiled brightly:
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Where do you want to go?"
The man's voice was neither sullen nor angry, and there was no hint of joy, anger or joy.
"Leave me alone."
Shen Nian retched, she had too much wine tonight, but she had beaten Li Liang, which was something she could be proud of.
"I can't control you?"
the man asked.
Shen Nian burped again and felt that he stank to death.
She turned away:
"Yes, I don't need you to worry about it. You have made it official. We have nothing to do with it."
Fu Hanye stared at her with a deep and sinister gaze. His gaze fell on the woman's snow-white butterfly bone, and his gaze was sharp. The red mole was like a coquettish flower on the white snow, stinging his eyes.
Something flashed through his mind, and his bright black pupils shrank suddenly.
Without any explanation, he picked her up and walked towards the apartment. Shen Nian shouted:
"what are you up to?"
Two snow-white calves fluttered in the air like little birds.
The man ignored her until he carried her upstairs and threw her on the big bed. Then he pulled off the tie around his neck, half-knelt on the bed, and unbuttoned his shirt. He had just unbuttoned one button, and Shen Nian He raised his head and opened his blurry and reddish eyes:
"Why are you taking off your clothes?"
"Do you want to have sex with me?"
She saw the man staring at her without saying a word.
Shen Nian raised his neck and smiled, "We have nothing to do anymore. You have made it official. We can't do this kind of thing anymore."
The man still ignored her and finished unbuttoning his collar and unbuttoning his cuffs.
Seeing that he didn't stop moving, Shen Nian crawled through his hair irritably:
"I'm not J. You can do whatever you want. I won't serve you anymore. You..."
The man had finished undoing his cufflinks and took off his shirt. His eight-pack abs were clearly visible, and he had a strong masculine aura.
"Son of a bitch."
When the man's hand penetrated her clothes, Shen Nian couldn't help but curse.
"don't want."
The man ignored her and pushed her down.
The two bodies are tightly sewn together.
Just as he was about to enter, Qiao Anan's face flashed across Shen Nian's mind.
She suddenly woke up.
Push the man away.
Fu Hanye's face was as cold as the night outside the window:
"Shen Nian, do you want me to give you some face?"
Shen Nian was already worried about Qiao An'an's miscarriage drama, but he did not hesitate to side with her.
He gave her Shen Nian's face. What face did he give her?
How dare you ask her if she wants to be ashamed?
Shen Nian suddenly smiled, with a ghostly and beautiful smile:
"Fu Hanye, we are divorced. Don't you feel uncomfortable doing such a thing?"
Fu Hanye's red eyes were locked on her tightly. Her palm-sized face was glowing red, and she looked like delicious food.
"Don't you want to show off your talents? Don't you want to start a career?"
The man's hoarse voice was full of lust.
"I will grant you permission. If anyone has any objections, I will naturally have to clear them up for you. That's why I issued such a statement. We have been married for three years. I think you should understand what I mean."
Shen Nian shook his head:
"I don't understand, not at all."
"are you angry?"
the man asked.
Shen Nian's eyes were inexplicably filled with water vapor:
"What right do I have to be angry?"
"He's just someone who comes and goes as soon as you call him. In three years..."
Shen Nian murmured softly:
"Over the past three years, lovesickness has turned into poison. Now I just want to live well and live peacefully."
Fu Hanye stared at her and trembled slightly:
"You mean, you like me?"
Shen Nian felt a pain in his heart:
"That was before. Now, I don't like you anymore. I even...hate you."
When the words "I hate you" came out of his mouth, Fu Hanye's eyes became cold again.
His chest felt as if a nail had been driven into it by these words, and it was dripping with blood and unbearable.
She said she liked him, but for three years, he couldn't feel the slightest affection from her.
Even among strange men, she could call one her godbrother, and with the other, she could drink with him all night.
And who does he, Fu Hanye, mean to her?
"I know."
Fu Hanye's fingertips were curled up, and his palms were covered with rows of crescent moons. They were soaked in blood and looked a bit ferocious. His lowered gaze fell on her beautiful butterfly bones again. There was a little red on the snow-white skin. At this time, she looked like , very annoying.
The moment he saw the photo, he wanted to take a knife and dig out the mole.
Because this mole reminded him of...
He couldn't help but move his gaze downwards, and sure enough, in his field of vision, the charming and blooming mandala flower appeared.
The red mandala, the snow-white skin, was so dazzling red and so white that it instantly made his eyes red. He grabbed her hand and raised it above his head. He pulled her head with the other hand and began to fight with her desperately. Kissing, crazy to the extreme.
Only in this primitive way could he feel that the woman under him belonged to him, Fu Hanye.
The warm breath and the devastating sucking power made her almost breathless.
There was a numbing pain on her skin, and Shen Nian could hardly breathe. She bit his lips gently, and he finally left her lips and turned to attack her slender neck, which was immediately covered with dense marks. Mark of.
Shen Nian raised his head so that he could kiss her.
Sensing her response and change, Fu Hanye's passion burned in every part of his body.
He wants it very hard.
Back and forth many times.
Shen Nian didn't stop until she was exhausted.
That night, the two of them slept together for the first time. When they slept until midnight, it started raining outside the window again.
Vaguely, Fu Hanye heard the woman's murmur in her dream:
"Song, don't... Song, you can't go, you can't leave me... Wuwu..."
A bolt of lightning flashed across the window.
boom--
Thunder came from the distant sky, as if it was bombing overhead.
Hua La, rain, pouring down.
Fu Hanye stared blankly at the woman's sleeping face. This face, fair and delicate, made him heartbroken, and it always broke his heart every night.
"Chen Nian, he will always be in your heart, who am I, Fu Hanye?"
The man stood up, lit a cigarette, and looked at the rain outside the window. He smoked vigorously. Finally, when the cigarette burned out, when another murmur from the woman came, he did not hesitate to take out his coat and put it on, stretched out his hand and opened it. room door.
The golden continent quickly disappeared into the rain.
