The silver ring slipped from the index finger and fell to the ground, making a heartbreaking sound.
Jiang Yin bloomed like a pampered flower. She looked affectionate, but actually she just wanted to lock her up.
"Pay more attention." The man bit her earlobe as if punishing her.
"hiss……"
Jiang Yin came back to his senses instantly, thinking of the dazzling scene before, hiding the loneliness in his eyes.
She snorted softly and took the initiative to put her arms around Song Muchen's shoulders.
The showers have begun to stop, and the ground is in a mess.
Seeing that she was about to get up, Song Muchen's voice was low and hoarse: "I'm going to leave now, what's the rush?"
Jiang Yin turned to look at him, nestled in the man's strong arms, but could not notice any change in his heartbeat.
"Are you going to keep me tonight?"
All he got was a long silence from the man.
"Next month, I will be 25."
Jiang Yin opened the quilt, got out of bed, picked up the dress and underwear that were thrown on the ground, and put them on one by one.
She tried several times to reach the zipper behind her, but she turned around and glanced at Song Muchen, who was half leaning on the bed.
The man reached out to take out the cigarette, lit it with a snap, puffed out smoke, raised his eyes through a layer of mist, and met her gaze.
Jiang Yin sat back on the bed, flipping her long hair coquettishly but unconsciously, revealing her back as white as snow.
Song Muchen's eyes wandered inch by inch on her body.
After a while, he was quite a gentleman. He stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and pulled up the zipper for her very naturally: "What do you want to say?"
The air froze for a moment.
"I am not young anymore and want to have a home of my own," she said.
Song Muchen moved his fingers slightly and shook out the cigarette ashes: "You seem to have forgotten what I said to you when we first went to bed."
"I haven't forgotten, you said you couldn't marry me."
Jiang Yin clenched the hem of her skirt very hard, but the smile on her face was light and gentle: "In fact, in the past three years, I am really grateful to you for finding a kidney source for my mother and paying for medical treatment during my most difficult time. No matter how hard it is, there is nothing we can do in the end..."
When she said this, her tone was full of sadness that could not be concealed.
Six months ago, Jiang Yin personally held the funeral for her mother. In fact, at that time, she had already considered breaking up with Song Muchen, but she still had some vague attachment in her heart.
It wasn't until yesterday when she saw Song Muchen taking Miss Su to pick out a ring that she really gave up.
When Jiang Yin decided to follow Song Muchen, they were both single. He looked handsome and she was short of money, so they hit it off.
But now, she doesn't want to get involved in the relationship between him and others, let alone spend endless time with him.
Song Muchen quickly finished the cigarette and wanted to get a second one. When he took the cigarette box, he realized that it was already empty.
He got out of bed a little irritably.
"I have told Mrs. Song in advance that I will not continue to teach Xiaoyu. I will not appear in the Song family in the future."
Jiang Yin was previously the piano teacher responsible for teaching Song Muchen's younger brother. As a result, she also lost her high-tech part-time job.
"Okay, remember to notify me when you get married."
His voice was hoarse and he answered absentmindedly.
Song Muchen was tall, wearing a white nightgown, and his hair was soft and messy. This man usually looked very sharp and dangerous, but at this time, he was actually a little less aggressive.
Jiang Yin knew that Song Muchen was not the type to stay, but when he actually left, he still felt uncontrollable heartache.
For a second, she almost relented, but her mind suddenly thought of the ring he put on Miss Su.
Jiang Yin pursed his lips, went to the next door to pick up the things he had already put away, and left directly.
The moment the door outside the bedroom was closed, Song Muchen put out the remaining half of his cigarette directly in the ashtray.
It was just for fun, so he had nothing to miss.
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