At the age of twenty, James fantasized that if he met a lovely girl in the future, he would have to take it well and take it seriously.

So that summer, at the age of thirty-seven, he had already passed his prime, and he met the beautiful girl in the corner shop.

You can't hesitate to fall in love with someone, and when you see each other for the first time, you know that love is really worth trying.

It was a wonderful evening, he drove Song Weiwei to win the favor with a candlelit dinner, the soft and warm lights flickered between the two, and the delicious food on the plate added a bit of romance.

His Chinese girl doesn't speak very fluently, but it's almost enough to be able to express the meaning.

The hearty drink during the banquet made James feel like he had gained a confidant, which is probably an illusion when the favor increases.

Then, Michael Winston showed up.

He has such a male friend, Dorkin, talented and a typical playboy, Michael can give any person of the opposite sex illusions of dreams and reality.

"James, I don't like him. ”

He still remembered the wine that Song slightly spilled on Michael that night, and he couldn't forget the question he heard after chasing him out.

Who would blame a kind and pure girl, Michael did very excessively.

James just scolded Michael a few words, but he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to ask for guilt.

If you want to do something wrong, I'm afraid that you shouldn't let them know each other that day.

What happened later was roughly known, James and Song Weiwei naturally got together smoothly, no matter what kind of test they went through, they finally let the people around them accept each other.

But as if God didn't favor them at all, he insisted on breaking them up with a piece of paper.

James drank the wine from the glass, frowned in pain, rubbed his thumb against the rim of the glass, and bowed his head: "I hurt you, I'm sorry." ”

"You had a hard time during that time, and so did I, I can't see others treating you better than me. At this point, James' very guilty other hand also held the cup, his head buried lower, and he couldn't see the contours of his face clearly.

"I'm ashamed that I'm so selfish. ”

Song pushed the gift to the side slightly, reached out to hold James, the back of his hand became very rough, and even his wrist could clearly see that he had lost a lot of weight recently.

"Relax, James, I never left you. Song Weiwei wished he could look at himself, "That contract is just a piece of paper, and it won't do much good." ”

"Really, really!" James's trembling voice rang in her ears, but the face that looked up seemed to be much older than before, once James was handsome for his age, and now, his beard and dark circles under his eyes were dragging down the whole face.

"James. ”

"Well, what's wrong?"

"......" is just something between us.

After a while, Song Weiwei still couldn't say this sentence in front of James, maybe he couldn't bear to see his down-and-out appearance, or some other factors, anyway, Song Weiwei chose to keep silent.

James was still looking forward to it, and he thought that if the meeting arranged by Michael could reunite them, he would still choose to forgive him.

Everything can be done again, Song is slightly soft-hearted, she will not refuse.

James stood up suddenly, he came to Song Weiwei and hugged the person in his arms, tightly.

It seemed that a fly was buzzing in Song Weiwei's ears, and she struggled to find that it was useless, and she was no longer as excited as before to respond to James's hug, but reached out to the glass of sake on the table that had not been moved, and drank it all through the gesture of hugging.

"Weiwei, you're still waiting for me, aren't you?" James called out in a gruff voice.

"I ......"

"Bruce is still waiting for you at home, he misses you so much, just like me, we all want you back. James interrupted her involuntarily, fearing that she would refuse.

"Listen, James, I understand what you've been doing, and it's beyond our control. ”

"I've thought about it a lot during this time, I've done a lot of impulsive things for you before, and I haven't considered your feelings, I'm very sorry. Song Weiwei saw that James's lips were pursed very closely, and his eyebrows were locked.

What is she doing? What are you here for?

Song Weiwei's purpose suddenly became unclear, she pushed James away, stuffed the mobile phone on the table back into her bag, and tried to pull her leg out of the kotatsu, but James firmly grabbed her wrist.

"Where are you going?" James' voice was fluttering, completely inconsistent with the strength of his hand.

"So you're in love with that guy, aren't you?" James pulled back in exasperation, "How can you like Michael!

Song's eyes widened slightly, she was frightened by the angry James for the first time, it was not like him at all, it was completely different from the James Bush in the past!

"Listen, no one can break us apart, Song Weiwei. James whispered, kissed it unceremoniously, rubbed his lips a few times, tilted his head and pasted Song Weiwei's red lips again.

"You and I are a natural match, and don't forget, I'm your first man. ”

……

Song Weiwei returned to the attic, after half a month and half a year, today she was extremely tired, high heels casually kicked at the door, and the satchel was thrown on the corner cabinet at will, she subconsciously touched the switch of the living room light, but saw a person sitting in the dark room.

The man leaned back to himself, and could see a wisp of green smoke drifting away by the moonlight, Song Weiwei didn't turn on the light, walked over and sat on the empty seat of the two-seater's sofa, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is a date you arranged for me?"

Michael had a cigarette between his fingers, and he had extinguished the burned cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Satisfied?"

"It's ok. ”

Song glanced at Michael with a complicated mood, the smell of smoke on his body was very strong, and so many annihilated cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table could show that Michael was very anxious tonight.

"Michael. Song called him slightly.

"What?"

"Where are we?"

The bed in the attic couldn't hold two people, Michael lay down and let Song Weiwei ride on top of him, he looked at her with deep eyes, and once again forcefully circled Song Weiwei's side waist to pull her closer to him.

"Is this what you've always wanted?" asked Song Weiwei.

"Yes. Michael admitted, "You are my goddess." ”

"Look at your appearance, Michael Winston," Song was slightly uncomfortable, but she still opened her mouth: "You sent me back with your own hands, take a good look at my mouth, he touched it in the afternoon." ”

Michael put down the palm that was supporting Song Weiwei, and his warm and powerful legs rested against her back for support.

"Where else did he touch?" Michael's tone was neither light nor serious, and he couldn't tell if he was angry.

"Locations you can't touch. Song pushed himself into the abyss with cruelty, and dragged Michael down to the bottom.