"Sheng Huai..."

Su Yun lowered her eyes and looked at the neon lights of the entire city below her feet.

The transparent window reflected a tall shadow, with a blurry face.

Sheng Huai leaned close to his ear, his voice hoarse and low: "Why...did you forget? Didn't you come to beg me?"

"Sheng Huai! You are shameless!"

She was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder like a mad beast and refused to let go.

He was not moved at all.

"Mrs. Sheng? Do you really want to leave me?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"Um?!"

Sheng Huai pinched her chin, his eyes focused, and his lips covered her watery eyes.

The shattered tears under the light made his chest feel stuffy and inexplicably... angry.

"Su Yun!"

Sheng Huai growled.

"You want to leave, don't you?"

"Where to go? Marry another man? Lin An or Qin Bin?... Huh?!"

"Sheng Huai! You are sick!"

Everything is over. The huge president's office is no longer bearable to look at, and the smell permeates every corner.

Su Yun was like a rag doll that had lost its soul. She stared blankly with her beautiful wet eyes, her hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat and filled with steam.

Sheng Huai held her and put her on the sofa. He squatted down and looked at her delicate face carefully with a focused look. He looked for a long time before standing up.

He slowly and methodically wrapped the rag doll tightly in his large striped shirt and picked it up horizontally from the sofa.

Su Yun knew where he wanted to take her.

She was carried out of the elevator.

The August evening breeze blew on my body, lifting up a corner of my wide shirt, revealing the spring scenery.

Sheng Huai put her in the car.

The car door was locked, and he leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt. The pleasant scent of pine wood filled her nose, and Su Yun turned her face away.

He didn't care and started the car with a cold face.

The Rolls-Royce sped all the way in the middle of the night and stopped steadily at the gate of the villa.

Su Yun lowered her eyes with a blank look and let him pick her up again.

Then he went upstairs and threw him on the familiar yet unfamiliar French bed.

Sheng Huai unbuttoned his shirt slowly, sank into the sofa, shook the cigarette box and lit a cigarette.

"Mrs. Sheng."

He squinted his eyes and blew out a smoke ring, saying in a light tone: "Are you particularly looking forward to me being with other women now? Even if I have never been with other women before, you don't care at all, right?"

After saying that, Sheng Huai took a few deep puffs of his cigarette, pinched out the cigarette butt with his fingertips, and his skin felt scorching hot and painful.

He continued.

"You don't love me, so who is in your heart now? That pretty boy doctor, or Qin Bin?"

"Mrs. Sheng, I can't satisfy you, can I?"

His tone was aggressive.

Su Yun curled up on the bed and finally burst into tears.

She was not sad, she just felt as if a piece of her heart was being cut out by a blunt knife.

It hurts so much.

"Sheng Huai."

Su Yun supported her body with her arms and slowly sat up, looking at the tall and handsome man in the night.

Her voice was very soft.

"Sheng Huai, you could have rejected the engagement back then."

"Grandma Sheng agreed to the marriage and handed over the entire Sheng family to you, but after the marriage you always felt that you were being controlled and dominated, and had no freedom. In fact, you wanted it all.

"Sheng Huai, you are despicable, shameless, selfish and mean!"

Su Yun finished speaking in one breath, her eyes as cold as ice as she looked at him quietly.

She also wanted to say that she wanted to leave now, so why was she unwilling to let herself go?

There was a long silence in the air.

The figure on the sofa did not move for a long time, and then lit a cigarette.

The cigarette butt flickered, emitting a deep chill.

Suddenly, he strode up, pressed her down, nose to nose, eyes to eyes, their eyes intertwined, and their breathing close.

Smelling the familiar and pleasant aroma on his neck, Sheng Huai felt inexplicably at ease.

Su Yun's words just now were like a series of dull blows, hitting him so hard that he was unable to defend himself. Sheng Huai had never seen her like this before.

In my memory, she was always silent and gentle.

Like beautiful pale plants.

But now, she met his gaze without flinching, and there was a hint of provocation in her watery eyes.

She wanted to piss herself off!

Sheng Huai sneered, raised his slender fingertips, and wanted to touch her smooth forehead, but was dodged.

"Don't fight with yourself, let each other go, you don't love me." Su Yun murmured, her tears soaking the sheets.

Sheng Huai sneered.

"What if I love you?"

He blurted out the words without thinking, and even Sheng Huai himself was a little surprised, not understanding why he said such a thing.

moment.

Su Yun laughed, a slow laugh that rose and fell.

After she had laughed enough, she looked him in the eye again, her tone very cold.

"Sheng Huai, you don't have to make fun of me like this!"

"Really?" Sheng Huai's voice was muffled in the darkness.

"Su Yun."

He called her name and paused for a few seconds before continuing: "You believed everything I said before, but you treated this one as a joke."

He lowered his head.

Physical and mental restlessness.

Sheng Huai looked down at her, leaning close to her shoulders, his voice returning to its usual cold and clear tone: "You're right, I've never loved you, but I won't let you go!"

Su Yun looked at him in the dark with anger on her face: "Why?"

“Because it’s fun…”

Su Yun wanted to stand up, but her shoulders were held down and she couldn't move.

I can only bite my lips tightly and resist in stubborn silence.

After being married for three years, they know each other’s weaknesses too well.

Until daybreak.

This time, Sheng Huai felt particularly refreshed, with a comfort that made his soul tremble.

He thought, it’s definitely not because he said I love you!

…

In the lush shade outside Sheng’s house.

Jiang Zhi looked unwilling and looked up at the light in the villa.

A blade is tightly grasped in the palm of his hand!