CHAPTER XXXI

"Going to the Soup and Fire" / Call me Meow

In my life, the most feared thing is not being able to meet someone who makes you have the urge to go to the soup.

But they met anyway, and then she fell in love with the man. Later, did he fall in love with her too, but he was always one step later than himself.

One step later, you will miss a lifetime.

Yao Qian tucked the corners of her lips, an indifferent smile replaced the gloom on her face, and she raised her eyes unhurriedly to look at Wen Nan who appeared in front of her. There was no surprise in his expression, as if he had known that she would be here.

Compared with the full face of makeup when they met in the past, Wen Nan, who did not wear makeup today, was pale, and the whole person looked a little haggard. She also held an umbrella, her soft, boneless fingers gripping the handle tightly. The frowning brows and the half-bitten red lips seemed to have a thousand words to say to her.

Wen Nan always looked at Yao Qian with half-squinted eyes, and there was a distance of ten steps between the two.

Under the umbrella, a curtain of mist seemed to interfere with the sight of the two.

Wen Nan's face was slightly ruddy, which was caused by the temperature of her body. She was sick, and when she came back from City C, she was sick. She lay in bed for two days and thought about a lot of things. Before, she didn't know why Chen Ziang arranged her in City C, and she didn't know who Chen Ziang wanted to think of her.

Now, she probably knows everything.

The woman standing in front of the house slowly raised her head and smiled slightly.

At that moment, her smile was like a pure and unstained orchid blooming quietly in the rain, darkening all the scenery in the world. She has always been conceited of her beauty, and even the man who disdained her once praised her beauty. Yao Qian raised her head lightly, she seemed to see another kind of beauty that could not appear in herself.

The gentleness of a smile is not something she can have at her age. And it appeared on Yao Qian's face, which was a little more indisputable, but it made people feel lonely.

Chen Ziang fell in love with such a woman, her heart seemed to be pulled by something, and it hurt instantly.

That day, she followed Chen Ziang to the wedding banquet. Originally, it was just to meet the woman she called, the person she always thought was put on the tip of Chen Ziang's heart, after all, he protected her so well, and never let outsiders come into contact with her private life and her person.

However, in the end, he ignored everyone, including the one, and left the wedding banquet with Yao Qian. That day, Yao Qian was drunk, but Wen Nan was awake all the time. Numbly watched Chen Ziang holding Yao Qian in his arms, his frowning brows made her feel so distressed, but it was the woman in his arms who was distressed at that time.

It wasn't until he rushed out behind him and called 'Shen Bai', a familiar and unfamiliar name that shocked Wen Nan's body and mind, and it was only after a long time that he suddenly realized.

On the night she first met Chen Ziang, he was drunk and took her back, which was in a villa in City A. In the silence of the night, he kissed her affectionately, gently and delicately, no one had ever treated her like this, and no one had ever given her such a kiss.

It was impossible not to be tempted, and she responded to him passionately, taking it for granted that he would indulge himself in her. But he didn't, in the dim light, he opened his eyes and stared at her, and when he saw her in front of him, his dark and obsessive eyes suddenly became distant, as clear and transparent as the sea.

He pushed her away, and she fell to the ground with all her body pounded. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, his black back chilling. A moment, when she stood up from the ground, he looked back with the love in his eyes. Desire is gone, indifferent face, thin lips slightly pursed.

As if he was supposed to be such a person, desire. Any appearance of hope and emotion would tarnish his nobility. For a man, conquering a woman who does not love him satisfies his vanity. And for a woman, having a man she doesn't want to love surrender under her pomegranate skirt can bring her unprecedented pride.

It was at that moment that Wen Nan's pride made her want to understand him and fall in love with him even more. She is a wise woman, she has always known how to please a man, and she will never touch what he does not want to or want.

In the past two years, Chen Ziang has been mostly expressionless to himself. Occasionally, when she was coquettish, she was stunned for a while, but she quickly calmed down again. He will also have abnormal times, such as when he encounters something upset in his career, she will accompany him to drink, and more often she will deliberately make him drunk.

Sometimes, he would fall asleep on the bed with his eyes closed. Sometimes, he would squint at her, and as he watched, he would stagger away alone. She didn't know how he controlled his feelings. Desire, she only knows that such a man is not common, at least, he is the first person she has seen.

Once, he suddenly came to her with a heavy smell of tobacco and alcohol. As soon as he opened the door, he hugged her and kissed her, it was the second time he kissed her, and there was no tenderness. He seemed to be very sad and seemed to be angry, holding her hand as if to crush her, kissing her lips to make her feel so painful.

Dizzy, she seemed to hear a name overflowing from his mouth, not light, not shallow, that name.

"Shen Bai... You're not her. ”

The man's tears slid down her face, and she was shocked that he had left her and fled in a hurry. At that time, she was so impressed by his tears that she didn't bother to remember the name. Therefore, when she heard someone call Yao Qian 'Shen Bai' at the wedding banquet, she didn't think about it immediately.

Wen Nan has always known that Chen Ziang has a woman hidden in her heart, but she has always regarded Yao Qian and herself as the same kind of person. She thought that Yao Qian was the same as her, but it was only because of a certain place on her body that she was similar to others that she could fall into Chen Ziang's eyes.

When she thought so, when she bumped into Chen Ziang kissing Yao Qian and saying to her, "It's just someone else's stand-in", when she tried to comfort the drunk Yao Qian with her own example, she thought that Yao Qian must be laughing at herself in her heart at that time.

She and she are not one person in the first place, so they are not the same kind of people at all. She had seen the saying that perhaps every man had two such women, at least two. married a red rose, and over time, the red one changed to a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "the bright moonlight in front of the bed"; married a white rose, the white one is a grain of rice sticky on the clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart.

She thought that even if she was not the white rose in Chen Ziang's heart, then she could work hard to become a red rose as bewitching as blood. The more you want, the less you get. In the end, she can't be the bright moonlight in front of the bed, nor is it a cinnabar mole on his heart, she is just a mosquito blood on the wall, or a grain of rice sticky on the clothes.

Or, nothing.

Thinking of this, Wen Nan smiled slightly, and the whole heart was cold under that smile.

She took two steps forward, her heels stomping on the muddy ground, and the splashes of water fell completely on them. She didn't have time to care about it, so she just said quietly, "I saw you in the hospital." ”

Yao Qian nodded at Wen Nan kindly, she also saw her in the hospital, and glanced at her in the crowd, the woman's intuition told Yao Qian that she was looking for an opportunity to approach her.

After hesitating again and again, Yao Qian still didn't take the initiative to step forward, and when Wen Nan came out of the hospital, she always followed not far behind her. Along the way, Yao Qian deliberately controlled the pace of her walking, not very fast or very slow, walking and walking, she unexpectedly felt that such a scene was ridiculous.

She even guessed in her heart that when she followed Chen Ziang step by step, was he also in this mood? Did he deliberately slow down his pace so that she could always see his back?

Wen Nan noticed that Yao Qian's thoughts were wandering, and the wrinkles on his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, "I also heard your conversation with that doctor." ”

Yao Qian slowly closed her eyes and responded lightly: "Hmm." ”

"I don't know what happened to you, I just want to know how you were involved with him." Wen Nan's gaze fell on Yao Qian's body again from the blue-gray wall, and looked at her deeply from top to bottom.

Quiet, only the sound of rain lapping around.

After a moment, Yao Qian took a deep breath and suddenly spoke: "I still remember that time outside Wenxi's clinic, your eyes and your words. ”

Her gaze darkened, and it became difficult to guess. Wen Nan pursed her lips and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief, she was reaching out to catch the raindrops under the umbrella.

Wen Nan asked, "You don't want to tell me?" ”

Sighing softly, Yao Qian shook her head, "I've forgotten everything, how can I tell you?" ”

Wen Nan didn't believe it, how could he believe it. From the beginning, Yao Qian had no intention of telling herself.

Wen Nan had tiredness that she shouldn't have at her age, and roared: "You're enough." ”

In her eyes, Yao Qian and Chen Ziang are the same kind of people. Their love is obviously over, but it continues. They all thought that they were the one who was hurt, but they didn't know that there was Wen Nan, just because she also loved Chen Ziang.

Yao Qian was reluctant to say that she could ask others, and there was always a way to know the past of the two of them. Wen Nan has an obsession in her heart, and she has been buried deep in her heart since she met Chen Ziang two years ago, and smiled, "I know, you two have had a past. But why did you leave him, why did you show up when you left? ”

Yao Qian was stunned and stopped talking.

Wen Nan glanced at her fiercely, turned her back to Yao Qian, and asked her thoughtfully, "What do you want most?" ”

"Quiet life."

There was no love, no pain, no things that made her sad.

"You want a peaceful life, and I just want him."

Wen Nan left, but her firm words kept hovering in Yao Qian's ears. Just like Wen Nan in the café that day, she told her loudly, "I don't care what your relationship with him is, I just want him." ”

Wen Nan, Wen Nan, such a brave girl deserves her own happiness the most.

The rain became heavier and heavier, but the umbrella in Yao Qian's hand slipped to the ground. Let the rain hit her and drench her whole body. The faint pain in her abdomen grew stronger and stronger, and she knelt on the ground with her lower abdomen in her arms.

She didn't know how long she held that position, and in a trance she felt someone covering her umbrella.

When he raised his head, his face was covered with water stains, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain, and a man's figure appeared in the mist.

She stretched out a hand and reluctantly pulled on the man's trousers, and she said, "Chen Ziang, what do you want most?" ”

"I know, you want to see me unhappy, to see me sad, to see me in pain."

"So many women will be good to you, why don't you cherish them well? Since you refuse to let go, then suffer together, torture together, is it better for two people to suffer than to hurt one? ”

"Yes, two people hurt much better than one." The man's faint voice came from above his head, and his face was as secretive as a face.

And behind the two of them, Wen Nan was holding an umbrella, watching quietly, the corners of his mouth slightly curved. That smile is more ugly than crying. 166 Reading Network