There was a hint of contempt in Shen Xingru's smile, she opened the car door, turned around, and said to Zhao Ruoyun: "Maybe, although I don't have much interest in being a lawyer." But if something happens to you, I can go to the police station as your lawyer to get you. If something happens, remember, don't run, don't struggle. ”

Zhao Ruoyun also smiled and said, "Thank you, I hope there will be another day." ”

Shen Xingru: "I forgot that you have practiced, and the police may not be able to beat you." ”

Zhao Ruoyun: "It depends on how many people there are, and it's hard to say if there are too many people." ”

Shen Xingru smiled, and after saying "bye-bye", he closed the car door.

Zhao Ruoyun watched her walk into the house, smiled, started the car, turned the steering wheel, and went home.

Shen Xingru entered the house through the door of the basement and passed by the wine cellar.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she seems to smell the smell of peat smoke in the air.

She remembered the day, when the long sun had set, and here she was to let him see her scars.

From then on, he knew that she had been injured and healed.

She felt that she had no strength to climb the stairs, so she gave up even the slightest exercise, and took the elevator in the villa to the bedroom floor, and threw herself straight onto the bed.

Shen Xingru took out his mobile phone from his bag, and then threw the bag on the bedside table.

Her WeChat was silent.

The conversation between her and Dong Haining stayed on the day of their last meeting.

She remembered Dong Haining and asked her, how do you think? What will we face?

She unbuttoned her clothes.

Buttons, one by one.

She felt her chest and didn't know when she had some red rashes, I don't know if it was caused by drinking and wind, or if it was caused by an allergy to seafood at night.

The night in Beijing in May is lukewarm.

There is no need to turn on the air conditioner and there is no need to cover the quilt.

As long as you don't lose sleep, you can sleep peacefully.

Shen Xingru rolled over and fell asleep.

In her dreams, she was wandering and confused, as if her body was still lying on the bed, and her soul had wandered throughout the room.

She remembered his eyes in the dark.

On the night of her ill-intentioned intentions, she also had a moment of hesitation.

At that moment, she suddenly felt the advantage of being a woman, that is, to have him look at her so eagerly.

His hands were always neat and clean, and his fingers were covered with half-moon nails.

His short hair is also neat and clean, and he must be trimmed from time to time.

Her gaze slowly swept over his lips, slightly thick.

She heard him call her name in her ear, Shen Xingru.

Did she deceive himself while she deceived him?

She remembers what happened and feels it vividly.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone said that Shen Xingru was smart.

But there is another saying for the wise, called: Clever is mistaken by smart.

Wise people are conceited and clever, so sometimes they are rash and bring about their own destruction.

On the contrary, foolish people are cautious, lest they harm others and themselves, and they dare not do anything, they are afraid of everything, so they are finally at peace.

"Shen Xingru ......"

Once again, she heard him call her name in her ear.

She felt the heat rise from his mouth, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Like a blast, Shen Xingru suddenly broke through the nightmare's obstacles, opened his eyes, and returned to reality.

Her lips were half-open, and she looked blankly at the chandelier.

The hair was stuck together, and the sheets on the back were soaked with sweat.