He walked away from her.
And Wen Nian was like an abandoned toy.
Once used, it is no longer valuable.
The body gradually warms up, and the breath coming out of my mouth is hot.
I felt like I was wandering between death and half-breath. The feeling was indescribably uncomfortable and depressing, as if my internal organs were squeezed into a jar and kept churning.
She swallowed the sourness that rose to her throat: "Is that enough?"
"Don't act like you're dying, I'm not bothering you too much."
Cheng Yansheng was not cruel this time.
This is the most relaxing time since getting married.
The tip of her nose was astringent, Wen Nian moved her lips, and her voice was hoarse. The only thing she said was: "How much more do I owe you?"
Cheng Yansheng held a cigarette between his fingers and his tall figure sank into the soft chair.
His legs were particularly long and straight, hidden in his suit trousers, giving him a vaguely sexy look.
He raised his fingers to his mouth and took a deep breath.
"Huh" he raised his head and exhaled, and a few green smoke caressed his face.
The man's face became blurred, and then gradually became clear as the smoke dispersed.
This process takes about three or four seconds.
Cheng Yansheng brushed his slender fingers on the armrests of the chair, his eyes cold: "Do you still have the heart to settle accounts with me at this time?"
"How much more do I owe you?"
She gritted her teeth, their teeth trembling.
Wen Nian forced himself to hold his neck and make a stubborn and strong gesture.
Just that trace of arrogance stung Cheng Yansheng's eyes.
He mocked and said: "Eleven million, eleven times."
The moment her voice fell, she felt a little cold.
Wen Nian straightened his legs, picked up the messy and tangled clothes on the ground, and simply put on a cover-up: "Okay."
After a death.
She thought that feeling was terrible.
Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, and the hickeys on her neck, collarbone and thighs were mottled from his kisses, especially her thighs, which had already turned a dark red.
Like a strawberry.
Wen Nian turned his head and saw the bytes placed on the table. One of them was obviously missing.
She felt ridiculous and sarcastic in her heart.
His stomach hurt from the cold, so Wen Nian pretended to be calm: "I'm hungry, do you want to eat together at home?"
She just politely allowed him to eat.
"OK!"
Cheng Yansheng raised the corners of his mouth coldly, looking lazy and unruly, with a bit of noble indifference.
"Then you wait for me to take a shower first, and then I'll go down and do it."
Her tone of voice remained weak.
Only the eyes are firm.
"If it's inconvenient, I can help you."
"Need not."
Wen Nian stood on tiptoe, and the softness of her heels forced her to shrink her calves, and she narrowly escaped falling to the ground.
Her back molars were almost broken. She held her breath and stood up slowly, as slowly as an old lady.
Cheng Yansheng recalled that day when he took her to the hospital for a check-up.
In the drizzle, Wen Nian swallowed slowly like this.
She seems to be in really bad health.
"Wen Nian, I haven't treated you badly in these years, have I? Are you so angry with yourself? Or are you pretending to be like this on purpose so that I can feel sorry for you..."
"No, I never thought about making you feel sorry for me."
If we say before, she was.
But now, it is no longer the case.
After saying that, before the man could respond, Wen Nian said with trembling lips: "Thank you for taking the measures."
Cheng Yansheng stepped forward and wanted to hug her.
I don't know where this weak woman got the strength to push him away, causing him to take several steps back, and there was a faint pain in the chest that was pushed.
