But in front of her, she showed no sign of action.
Cheng Yansheng stood for two seconds and then moved: "Yes."
When the man passed her, Wen Nian smelled the strong smell of alcohol.
"Did you eat?"
"Not hungry." His tone was cold.
She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart: "Okay!"
Cheng Yansheng grabbed the tie with his slender fingers, took it off, threw it on the back of the sofa, and walked to the bar counter to get a cup and pour water: "Wei Zong went to get the test results."
Wen Nian asked calmly: "How is it?"
"No problem." He pronounced this sentence in Cantonese.
She rarely heard him speak his native Cantonese, only in some special interactions.
The pronunciation is standard, coupled with the magnetic voice, it sounds great.
As she was about to graduate, Wen Nian, an intern, was taken to a dinner party to support her. She was young and beautiful, and the men around her tried to persuade her to drink. Only Cheng Yansheng, who was sitting in the important seat, remained indifferent.
He is dignified and elegant, just like a Buddha statue.
That night they met for the first time.
He sang a song called "Fuji" by Eason Chan.
It has become Wen Nian’s luxury wish for many years.
Putting away her thoughts, she said: "I have to go to work in the next two days, and I can no longer take care of my family affairs. It's best to hire a nanny for your daily life..."
The words stopped abruptly.
After a pause, Wen Nian forced out a forced smile: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you rarely come back."
Cheng Yansheng held the cup with his hand, his fingers were slender and the joints were distinct. His skin was a little white, but not that unhealthy white color.
Half way through the drink: "What's the background of the other party?"
"ah?"
His voice was slightly raised, and he patiently asked again: "That client of yours."
Pursing his lips, Wen Nian replied softly: "The one introduced by Qingzhu, his surname is Qin."
"Gone?"
"I can't reveal my clients' personal privacy to you."
As a personal trainer, and at this high-end level, clients attach great importance to privacy, and Wen Nian knows it very well.
Cheng Yansheng looked at her suspiciously.
Wen Nian: "After receiving your salary every month from now on, I will pay you a certain amount."
Hearing the sound, the corners of the man's lips suddenly showed a hint of a smile.
She smiled at him and didn't go any further.
Cheng Yansheng seems to be gentle and elegant, with a Confucian face and polite manner, but he is cold-blooded in his bones. His ruthlessness and unrighteousness have been experienced by Wen Nian for three years, day after day, year after year.
"what ever."
Wen Nian spent three hours finishing the preparations.
At half past twelve in the night, she took a shower and took a pillow to sleep in the guest bedroom.
The study was dark, and when I passed by the master bedroom, there was no one inside. Even the dressing table where Cheng Yansheng needed to put his shirts every time he came home was empty.
Wen Nian had no intention of asking where he was going.
I slept so heavy that my head felt swollen, as if there was a gravity covering my body.
She felt headache, waist pain, neck and shoulder pain.
The pain was very real and intense.
Like a snake biting her flesh and blood, Wen Nian struggled from the dream to reality when he suddenly opened his eyes.
She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes wide.
His eyelids were swollen, but his eyes were filled with a heavy and deep stare.
Cheng Yansheng drank an unknown amount of alcohol and smelled of alcohol. He knelt beside her bed, pinched her shoulder with his left hand, and pinched her mouth with his right hand. Wen Nian was forced to open her lips.
"Well... let go..."
Immediately afterwards, his kiss fell forcefully, with an extreme intimidation.
From top to bottom, the man looked dangerous.
Cheng Yansheng skillfully pried open her lips, and his whole body was like a life-threatening underworld.
Wen Nian's hands were restrained and unable to struggle, so he bit him.
His mouth was full of blood, the strong fishy smell stuck in his throat, and his breath smelled like blood.
Cheng Yansheng tore her clothes as if he didn't feel any pain.
