"It's none of your business."

Su Yun raised her white fingertips and said, "Boss Sheng can leave now."

Sheng Huai said frivolously: "Again?"

She got up and left.

The slender wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The desk lamp cast a dim light, and his face was sunken in shadow, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

Sheng Huai grabbed her thin wrist tightly and pulled it forward, his angular face close to her cheek, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you jealous?"

Even after changing her coat, the smell of the unfamiliar perfume was still strong.

Miss Jiang really puts a lot of effort into this.

Su Yun suppressed her nausea and said in a calm tone, "Sheng Huai, you don't want to fall out here, do you?!"

moment.

Relax the fingertips that are pinching your slender wrist.

His voice was dull: "Don't do this."

Sheng Huai paused, as if he was choosing his words.

"I know you're jealous, but as a wife you also have to understand your husband. Not everything is black and white."

"Besides, there's nothing between me and her."

Sheng Huai felt that he was patient enough this time, and he calmed down and reasoned with his wife.

His eyes were gloomy, and he held Su Yun's thin shoulders with both hands: "Mrs. Sheng's position will always be yours."

Looking at Qingjun's handsome face, Su Yun was in a trance for a moment.

I wonder if I'm blind.

"Stop making trouble and go to sleep. I have things to do tomorrow."

Seeing Su Yun silent, Sheng Huai felt that his words had worked, and he pulled her into his arms, his hands starting to become dishonest: "It's been a long time, you should also..."

“Bang!”

The loud slap was especially clear in the middle of the night!

He was stunned, and a look of disbelief appeared on his angular face.

"You hit me again?!"

Su Yun stared and smiled: "You are the one who is not disciplined!"

"Improper?"

Sheng Huai's eyes turned cold, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain: "You left your husband crying at the door of the club and you think you are decent?"

"Mrs. Sheng, same here!"

Seeing his playful and frivolous sneer, Su Yun suddenly felt her blood freeze and she didn't want to say another word.

"Why don't you speak?"

Sheng Huai insisted, "You are speechless when your heart is touched?"

She fell silent when this was mentioned. As expected...her heart was no longer with him.

Su Yun shook off his hand and walked to the sofa and sat down, her tone very calm.

"Sheng Huai, in two months we will be married for four years."

"Maybe it was wrong from the beginning, which is why we are so disgusted with each other now."

He stood at the door and looked at her pale face.

"What do you want to say?"

Su Yun smiled: "I just think it's so pathetic."

"sad?"

A hint of disappointment flashed across Sheng Huai's face.

"You feel like being with me is... pathetic?"

There was silence in the bedroom for a long time.

Su Yun actually didn't know either. She just didn't want to even argue. She felt unusually tired. Almost four years of living together day and night made it impossible for her to see the man in front of her clearly.

He doesn't see all the efforts I have made in this marriage.

When Miss Jiang was not feeling well, he looked visibly haggard, but he forgot that it was her who took care of him day and night when he fell off his horse.

Miss Jiang has no motherly love;

Miss Jiang's chicken wings are broken...

Sheng Huai!

He is obviously her husband.

She only saw the sadness and helplessness of other women, but said nothing when the Su family went bankrupt and when she was besieged by the media.

And now, you still blame yourself for not being sensible enough?

Su Yun raised her red and cold eyes and looked at him.

Sheng Huai stood quietly, meeting her gaze.

He felt inexplicably troubled and uneasy.

He had seen her in many different ways: gentle, sad, and slapping him with a cold face.

But this is the first time I have seen such a strange look.

It seemed like he was looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

His brows were furrowed, his bony fingers were playing with the lighter, his eyes darkened: "Su Yun, don't forget the agreement."

Su Yun smiled.

Of course she remembered.

He helped the Su family pay off a debt of 100 million yuan.

She returned to him to be a perfect wife.

"Of course I remember, but Mr. Sheng, don't forget that I only agreed to get back together with you, but it doesn't mean we can't live separately."

Sheng Huai narrowed his eyes: "What if I don't want to?"

She took out a cigarette and lit it, saying casually, "You know, a falling out won't do any of us any good. Besides, this way of getting along won't do any harm to any of us."

"In front of the media and outsiders, I am still your perfect wife."

It was almost dawn and the moon was sinking slowly.

The woman on the sofa was wearing moon-white pajamas and her long black hair was spread out casually.

Sheng Huai stared at her for a long time.

After being married for many years, the closest people know each other's weaknesses best.

Some things, once exposed, will affect the entire Sheng Group.

Maybe, they will go bankrupt like the Su family.

He doesn't want to.

"Separated? Where do you live then?"

These words made Su Yun's heart even colder.

She sat up straight and put out her cigarette: "I live in a villa, get out!"

Sheng Huai laughed out of anger.

"You mean to kick me out of the house?"

Su Yun got up from the sofa and lay down on the bed, her tone was very indifferent: "Mr. Sheng is not without a place to go."

The bedroom was quiet for a long time.

She buried her face in the pillow, feeling an indescribable mixture of sadness and relief.

I used to want to save this marriage, so I gave in little by little and trusted him again and again.

But why did he feel that he should be more sensible the more he gave in?

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom.

After a while, my side felt heavy.

Su Yun curled her lips, raised her foot and kicked hard!

"Bang!"

The 1.85-meter-tall man made a dull collision sound with the floor.

Sheng Huai sat up from the ground, looking a little embarrassed.

His tone was as cold as a dagger: "What are you crazy about?!"

Su Yun turned over lazily.

"We will start living separately tonight, and please leave my room, Mr. Sheng!"

"Okay, I'll leave now!"

Sheng Huai was so angry that he slammed the bedroom door so hard that the ceiling was shaking.

He went downstairs to the garage with a grim face.

The servants who got up early were anxious, and no one knew what had happened.

The Rolls-Royce quickly left the courtyard.

It was dawn and there were few people on the road. Sheng Huai drove with his hand tightly gripping the steering wheel.

Thinking of Jiang Zhi's tearful face in the hospital and Jiang's father talking nonsense with a bottle of wine in his hand, he felt depressed.

The car body turned.

There were not many people in the cemetery at this time, so he got out of the car, bought a bouquet of flowers on the roadside, and walked slowly up the mountain alone.

There are fresh flowers on my mother's grave.

It looked like that person had just left.

Sheng Huai stared at the bouquet of flowers with a gloomy face for a while before picking it up and throwing it away.

What right did he have to see her?

"mom……"

Sheng Huai stood there stiffly, his face calm, and spoke softly to the smiling photo in front of the tombstone.

He hadn't called it that word since he was five.

He squatted down little by little, looking at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar photo, but he couldn't match it with the face in his memory.

The only thing in front of my eyes was a sea of ​​scarlet blood.

It was not until the morning light shone on his handsome eyebrows that Sheng Huai calmly arranged the flowers he brought and turned to leave.

In the car.

Jiang Zhi called.

He lowered his eyes and looked for a long time before answering the call.