Chapter 756: Being Slapped in the Face from a Distance

Waiter: “Which kind?”

"Do you have Honey-Peach Oolong?"

This is what Song Cun ordered when the two of them ordered takeout at home before. She said she liked the taste, which was sweet with a hint of astringency and not greasy.

The waiter nodded: "Yes."

"Two."

He pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

Song Cun's whole body was tense from the inside out. The more calm he looked, the more she felt like a mountain was pressing down on her.

She finally couldn't stand it anymore and blurted out, "Just say whatever you want to say. I want to go back early."

Liang Zhouheng leaned back in his chair, staring at her straight in the eyes, and asked calmly, "Why do you want to break up?"

This question was within her expectations, and she calmly replied, "We were never meant to be together. I don't want to force myself anymore. I'm tired."

He blinked, sighed, and said, "No, say it again."

Song Cun said with a bit of stubbornness, "This is what I really think."

Liang Zhouheng continued to stare at her without blinking, and after two seconds he said, "What's inappropriate?"

Song Cun turned his face away and lowered his eyes, saying, "Nothing is suitable. Personality, age, interests and hobbies, social experience and experience, family background..."

He interrupted her directly, "I thought it was enough for two people to be in love with each other. The problems you listed have always existed, so why do you suddenly feel that it is not suitable? Why didn't you say it was not suitable when we were cuddling together last night?"

The scenes of last night came back to my mind again, although only one day had passed, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Last night, as soon as he came back from the bar, he carried her to the bed. At that time, she was clinging to him tightly, not knowing that he had just played such an intimate game with another woman in the bar.

So what was going through his mind when he was on the bed, pressing her down with all his might?

Song Cun felt suffocated and uncomfortable. She turned her gaze to his face and looked at him silently.

He looked at her calmly and patiently, waiting for her to speak.

Song Cun found it difficult to bring up many things, and she just wanted to get this over with quickly. After a few seconds of silence, she pulled out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, and pulled up a picture of the woman named Song Zixin. Then she pushed the phone towards him and asked calmly, "Is that you next to her?"

The moment Liang Zhouheng's eyes met the screen, he shuddered all over. His first reaction was that Dong Tianhao had designed a revenge on him, and that it was he who had sent the photo to Song Cun.

He blurted out, "Who sent you the photo?"

Song Cun did not respond, but just looked at him indifferently.

Although Liang Zhouheng had done nothing wrong, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He tried to explain calmly, "Did Dong Tianhao send it to you? The truth is not what you see. I was baited last night, and I didn't bite. Dong Tianhao dared to send you this kind of photo because he was deliberately trying to get back at me. I didn't do anything. I didn't even touch this woman, so I lost the game. Have you forgotten that I drank a lot of strawberry juice last night?"

Song Cun's expression didn't change at all because of his explanation. She moved her lips and said calmly, "No one sent me the photo. Song Zixin and my colleague are classmates. This photo is very popular on their school website."

At this moment, Liang Zhouheng was speechless, as if he had been slapped in the face from a distance.