Chapter 7: Drink the Broken Piece (2)

"You're misunderstanding again, I'm not asking you to recount the process of doing that, I'm trying to know what happened before and after. ”

After understanding, Wenwen thought about it and seemed very calm.

"Looks like you really drank the splice that night.

It was past 12 o'clock at night, and I was about to go to bed, when I heard someone knocking on the door, and I was too scared to move. But the knocking kept coming, and I tiptoed to the cat's eye behind the door to take a look, and saw that it was you standing outside the door.

My heart pounded in my chest, although I don't know what you are looking for me, but I am really excited, nervous and a little looking forward to it when the door is looking for me at night.

I almost trembled and asked you if you had something to do with me so late? You said, it's nothing, you just miss me.

I almost didn't choke on it.

I didn't know you had drunk too much before I opened the door, but I could only hear that your voice was different from usual. ”

"What did I say when I went in?" I was a little impatient, and I couldn't help but grab Wenwen's shoulders and shake it.

Under the street lamp, I could see the rosy on Wenwen's face.

"What can you say, coax a woman's sweet words. Wenwen bowed her head, and her voice was very small.

How is this possible? I cried out to myself.

Wenwen continued: "You did drink too much, and when you entered the door, you put your arms around my shoulders and almost fell down. I asked you why you suddenly remembered me, and you said that you have been thinking about me all this time, and you have been thinking about me for a long time. I said why didn't you say it earlier, why did you pretend to be a decent gentleman, you don't know that I have been treating you all the time......

Before I finished speaking, you put your mouth up and sealed my mouth, and your two hands began to touch dishonestly. From the way you looked anxious at the time, you knew that you had been suppressed for too long......"

The more I listened to it, the more it sounded like a fantasy, but Wenwen raised her head and looked at me affectionately with tearful eyes: "Why are you torturing yourself so much......"

"Ahem, ahem!"

I didn't know how to hide my embarrassment, so I quickly interrupted Wenwen with a cough.

Wenwen ignored me, and then described: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, when I heard you say that you have been thinking about me, my tears suddenly welled up, probably because I felt sorry for you ascetic-like self-restraint, and on the other hand, because you had the touch I brought me in your heart."

It's really a drunken courage, you probably use the power of wine, usually Sven is very good, at this time I don't care about anything, and I threw my clothes to the ground in three times and two times......"

"Don't, Wenwen, don't go on, it's really impossible, when I drink and have a break, but no matter how I break it, it can't be broken like this. You see it's me? Surely there is no one who looks very much like me?"

Wenwen's description seems flawless, but I can't believe I'd do anything like that, no, to be precise, I can't believe that I'm lying at home and still having fun with Wenwen in her house.

"Why are you like this, dare to do it, don't look like a man?" Wenwen began to be a little angry: "I didn't blame you, the way you are now, this attitude, I really feel a little bit unworthy and even ashamed of my infatuation with you." I've been working under you for almost 10 years, so you won't admit your mistake, right?"

"No, Wenwen, I swear to God, I didn't go out that night. ”

It's hard to argue.

"Have you not taken a shower in the past few days, or have you never looked in the mirror when you take a bath?"

Wenwen's words stopped me.

I take a bath very often, but I never look in the mirror seriously, it doesn't matter if I'm handsome or ugly, I just don't have this habit.

"What do you mean?"

Wenwen gave me a blank look: "You go home and take a good look in the mirror, it's only been a week, and the tooth marks on your shoulders shouldn't have completely faded, they were bitten by me at that time." ”

"What?" I subconsciously lowered my head, as if I could see the flesh through my clothes, scanned my left and right shoulders, and then reached in and touched a hand from my neck.

"Don't touch it, if you can feel it, what kind of bite will it be, don't you feel any pain at all?" Wenwen smiled lightly while pointing to an office building not far in front: "If you are in a hurry, there is a mirror in the bathroom there." ”

I told Wenwen to wait there for a while, and then ran to the office building.

In the bathroom, I peeled off my clothes, turned my head and did notice a row of tooth marks on the back of my left shoulder that hadn't completely faded.

"Wenwen, how can you do this!"

I was completely confused, and I returned to Wenwen's side, as if I really did it, and complained about Wenwen.

"Who made you so powerful! I also realized that my hand was too heavy after biting. Wenwen glared at me with white eyes, and she looked shy, a little naughty and proud, and her voice was weak.

It seems to be ironclad evidence, and jumping into the Yellow River can't be washed away.

Seeing that Wenwen was no longer so angry, she thanked her as if she had been amnestied: "Wenwen, thank you for your tolerance." ”

Isn't that equivalent to admitting it?

"It's really weird, I can't tell you right now, but one day I'll let the truth out. I hastened to add, trying to save.

In fact, I'm just unwilling to bow down and be arrested, how to let the truth come out, I don't have any direction at all.

I thought I was very sincere and heartfelt, but in exchange for Wenwen's disdainful look and her back quickly disappeared.

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I thought about telling Xinya about this, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable and wronged to hold it in my heart.

Although I didn't admit it directly in front of Wenwen, the tooth marks did hang on my shoulders, and I felt weak myself, so I had to dispel the idea of telling Xinya.

Grievances are grievances, and I still feel a little grateful to Wenwen in my heart.

Although my personality and image may have been greatly discounted in her heart, but in the following days, Wenwen still worked as if she had nothing to do, went to and from work the same, neither publicized it, nor did she trouble me to embarrass me, but when she met me again in the office or in the corridor, she didn't have the affectionate eyes of the past, and she looked indifferent when she saw me as if she didn't see it.

These changes do not seem to have escaped Xinya's gaze.

"Don't you think Wenwen is not as enthusiastic about you as she used to be?

Xinya said this, and I was taken aback.

At first, I thought she knew something, or Wenwen told her something, but after ruling out this possibility, I became even more flustered.

Xinya didn't seem to care much about anything, it turned out that she observed so carefully, and she could see the subtle changes between Wenwen and me.

I wonder if the things in the upstairs room of my villa that are said to be used for mourning and sacrificing my wife are actually the props that I use every time I go down, will they have already aroused Xinya's suspicions?