A dim and spacious bedroom.
The man took off his coat, revealing a small part of his strong and sleek arms. He had an indifferent expression, with no emotion visible, and stared at Pan Shu quietly.
"Is it for Xie Chen?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Um."
Pan Shu's expression gradually turned cold. "If Xie Chen doesn't recover his memory and doesn't come to the base, when are you going to tell me? Or are you going to keep it a secret from me forever?"
"A lifetime..." Wen Yao chewed over these words carefully, slowly raising his lips, "If I had known that he would come back alive, I would have killed him."
He seemed to have regrets: "Unfortunately, I am still too soft-hearted."
“Pah.”
Pan Shu slapped him coldly and said, "He's still a child."
Wen Yao turned his head slightly after being slapped. He raised his fingers and gently stroked his hot and red face with his fingertips.
He stared at Banshu intently.
"You beat me up for him? He's that important, huh?"
The next second, he grabbed Panshu's front and pressed her against the cold wall. His scarlet eyes looked ferocious and terrifying, and even his handsome and noble face made people shudder.
Pan Shu was also laughing.
The smile was cold and creepy.
"Wen Yao, I will never fall in love with someone like you. You are too scary."
Wen Yao was stunned, and his face then became completely gloomy.
ha.
Someone like him?
What good are those men?
"That's right, you've never loved me. You love Shang Ting, you love Fu Cen, you love all of them, but you don't fucking love me!" The man's slender, cold hands gradually covered Pan Shu's fragile, thin neck. "Pan Shu, what do you think of me? A tool for you to climb up?"
"You can kill me."
There was no fear on Panshu's face, only calmness.
Wen Yao felt a sense of sadness and powerlessness rising from the bottom of his heart.
She has always been like this.
No matter what he did, he couldn't arouse her emotions at all. It was as if he was just a dispensable person.
The suffocating feeling coming from the throat gradually made Panshu dizzy.
Her frail body, which had not recovered to begin with, became even worse. Her toes felt like they were stepping on a ball of cotton, and her consciousness was shaking violently. Pan Shu frowned her pretty eyebrows in pain, and the desperate roar of Wen Yao in her ears gradually faded away.
So noisy.
Something broke.
Ah, she finally remembered all the memories that had been covered up.
To be exact.
It's Panshu from the first week.
Soon after arriving in this world, Pan Shu met Wen Yao, and she quickly decided to cling to him to get closer to her other targets. After all, she was just a refugee, while Shang Ting and Fu Cen held high positions of power.
That was not a class she could reach.
The girl has a pretty face, like a pure white rose blooming in the mud.
She put in a lot of effort to conquer Wen Yao.
Finally, Wen Yao fell.
Pan Shu is ambitious. She doesn't believe a man's love can allow her to continue to live a comfortable life in such an extremely dangerous environment as the end of the world, so she uses Wen Yao to start making money and gaining power, and Wen Yao turns a blind eye.
But Shang Ting also came to the Shuguang base. At that time, under Wen Yao's careful care, Pan Shu was so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her.
It was expected that Shang Ting fell in love with her.
So Ban Shu quickly cut off her ambiguous relationship with Wen Yao and turned to Shang Ting's arms.
Wen Yao could no longer tolerate her flirting with other men.
What's more, Xie Chen and Jiang Jie appeared later. Her relationship with them was unclear, ambiguous, and provocative, until all these men fell in love with her without exception.
Who can not love her?
Wen Yao finally understood then. She was not a delicate dodder, but a poppy in a dodder shell, deadly and poisonous.
He wanted to pull away, but it was too late.
He was already in deep trouble.
So Pan Shu was placed under house arrest by Wen Yao.
Those ridiculous men, one by one, were like moths to a flame, even giving up their own lives to give her freedom.
Knowing it is a trap, they still jump into it one after another.
Wen Yao watched coldly.
But Banshu didn't care at all, and even ate a lot of desserts with a good appetite.
Eat more than usual.
Wen Yao tugged at her skirt, gently yet sinisterly lifted her chin, and told her to look at those men who had died horribly. "Look, your first love, such a smart and proud man, actually died in such humiliation..."
He loved her and hated her.
Wen Yao wanted to find an expression of despair and collapse on her face, but he was disappointed, there was nothing.
She looked at a stranger calmly.
She wiped the corners of her lips elegantly with a handkerchief, her rosy, plump lips curled up slightly, "Remember to find him a good coffin. After all, he is my first love."
"He died for you."
"So what?"
Wen Yao questioned her in an almost shrill voice, "You were having affairs with Jiang Jie and Xie Chen, and you were dealing with me, so why did you never give us a legitimate status, and only gave it to him?"
His raised tone concealed his disbelief.
He was unwilling to believe that the woman he loved deeply not only played with other people's feelings, but was also an extremely evil and selfish bad woman.
He would rather believe that Banshu loved Shangting.
It was just a coincidence that he didn't get her love.
She would fall in love with someone, and one day, she might transfer this love from Shang Ting to him without hesitation.
At that time, Wen Yao was extremely desperate.
It was clearly Shang Ting who died.
But he seemed to have been tortured countless times.
——She would never fall in love with him. It was as if she was born not to love others, but to be loved by others.
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