CHAPTER XXI

"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.

I don't see the people of last year, but the scenery is still the same, and the things are not people.

Yao Qian stubbornly walked forward with her head held high, and kept moving forward. Ignoring the low, self-deprecating laughter coming from behind him, the laughter was hoarse and low.

What's wrong with her? The indifference that took seven years of hard work to learn collapsed in less than seven minutes in front of this man.

She pressed against her chest, it hurt so much that it hurt so much that it was hard to breathe.

She hadn't taken a few steps before her hand was clasped tightly from behind. She struggled to no avail.

Reflexively, Chen Ziang used many men's usual methods to block the slightly opened red lips with his own lips. Precisely, every time I kissed her, I kissed her passionately and she panicked. This kind of love is sincere, which always makes Yao Qian have an illusion that the man who kisses her loves her, and loves her very much.

Not a single point less than her love for him, she even felt more than hers.

She closed her eyes, succumbing to his madness. If they hadn't missed so many years, if they could go back in time, maybe the kiss wouldn't have been so bitter and so poignant.

For the last time, indulge your heart; For the last time, indulge your humble feelings. Hands naturally wrapped around his waist and coaxed himself into the kiss on tiptoe. Chen Ziang, why did we become like this? Why is it all so chilling?

His movements sudden, then deepened deeply. The lips and tongue are plundered, and the breath is disturbed. He pressed her against the door of the parked car, the sirens of the car loud and piercing in the silence of the night.

The sound of the alarm sparked her nerves and brought her back to her senses. Suddenly opened her eyes slowly, her misty eyes, desperately and sadly looking at her handsome eyebrows, and her heart was cold for a while.

The back of the same woman in the airport, shopping mall, and hospital is presented in front of her eyes one by one.

Wen Nan is beautiful, and she has been seen with Chen Ziang many times, they are affectionate and ambiguous. Although Yao Qian's heart was uncomfortable, it was not so painful.

Their love begins with her and ends with her. This relationship was cut off by herself. She has no right to interfere in his love life at all, and the person he likes can be Wen Nan or any woman she doesn't know.

Why is it Jiang Xiaoxi? Why add new pain to her wounds? She is also human, a woman who loves but does not dare to love. She had thought that after that incident seven years ago, there would never be anything more truly disheartening. It turns out that it is not that there is nothing, but that it has not happened yet.

When it happened, she was caught off guard so suddenly, and she realized it deeply. Her hand unconsciously touched his face, leaving a hard slap on that face.

Chen Ziang froze for a moment, but did not let go of her meaning. Biting her thin lips hard, she hit him, and he tortured her. He had bitten her lip, and the smell of blood filled her throat, but she didn't know it hurt. Does it hurt? But my heart hurts, and my breath hurts. Raise your hand, another slap.

Extremely ruthless, Chen Ziang frowned and suppressed his feelings. Lust and anger looked at her with dark eyes. He thought that if there was a knife in his hand, maybe she would not hesitate to stick it in. into his chest. The way she opened her teeth and danced her claws made him feel distressed, and made him want to rub her soft body into his arms even more.

There was a fishy sweetness in his throat, bright red blood seeped from the corners of his lips, he let go of her lips and hugged her tightly, his eyebrows tightened, and his voice was a little low but stiff, "The one you love is still me." ”

The person she loves is still him, if not, how could she be immersed in his kiss at such a sad time, and even almost fall into it.

It's just that Chen Ziang, you must not know that loving you is the most despicable thing in my life.

His jaw rested on Yao Qian's head, her tears wet his chest, the world of the two people was quiet for a few seconds, and her voice sounded with indifference and pain, "Anyone can do it, why her?" ”

Jiang Xiaoxi is her good friend, Chen Ziang, how could you not know?

If it's her, why do you want to come back and pester me? Is it to torture me? Then you've done it.

She also said: "Chen Ziang, I hate you, I can't wait for you to die." ”

Yao Qian pushed him out hard, and he was pushed away by her so mercilessly again, Chen Ziang sat on the cold ground in embarrassment, completely losing his previous domineering and resoluteness. The world seemed to fall into silence, and his whole person looked so bad, his pale face was flushed with anger, and two buttons of his shirt had fallen off.

And Yao Qian is admiring his embarrassment at the moment. She vaguely read a kind of ruthlessness in his deep eyes, which was the emotion that he had suppressed for a long time in his heart and could not release.

Chen Ziang stood up from the ground, hunched his back, as if he was no longer young. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and Yao Qian couldn't help but snort when he laughed. So cold, so dead.

He approached her and grabbed her hand hanging beneath him, "If anyone can, why can't she?" ”

"You hate me? I forgot to tell you that I hated you seven years ago. ”

"I won't die before you, because I'm going to watch you cry and watch you hurt."

Yao Qian clenched her teeth, and the man had already angrily thrown her away, turned around and walked towards his car. When the car drove away, Yao Qian found that his wrist was already red.

***

These days, Yao Qian's time of losing her soul is becoming more and more frequent. For example, when there is nothing to do, when eating, before going to sleep, or even now when you are going through the procedures for your daughter to be discharged from the hospital.

Zigui is about to be discharged from the hospital today, and the doctor's uncle and father Lu Zhao both said that she is in good health and can go home to kindergarten. However, she was not very happy. pulled her face all morning, and she was exactly the same as when she didn't get snacks from her mother to eat.

Zigui sat obediently on the cleaned hospital bed and bowed his head slightly, "Mom, can I see Uncle Supermarket again?" ”

Yao Qian happened to be packing a set of children's pajamas with tags still hanging on them, the pink stinged her eyes, and her nose was slightly pantothenic. quickly sorted out the clothes and put them in the pocket, and touched her daughter's face, "Zigui, don't mention Uncle Supermarket in the future, okay?" ”

"Why?" Zigui raised his round face and was puzzled, "But uncle is good to Zigui, and Zigui likes him too." ”

"You're still young." She said a word.

Zigui shook his head and argued: "Zigui is five years old, and he is already a child in the kindergarten class. ”

"Zigui, you've only met Uncle Supermarket twice, how do you know he's good to you?" Yao Qian sighed, Zigui's clothes had been packed, and he took Zigui with one hand and the other, and diverted the topic, "We're going home." ”

Although Zigui is young, she already has the ability to self-identify at this age, and children know who is good to her and who is not good to her. Zigui disagreed with Yao Qian's words very much, and stood still. Yao Qian looked down, her daughter was already wrinkling her little nose, and she was chattering: "Mom, uncle hugged Zigui to see a doctor, and secretly came to see Zigui at night." ”

Yao Qian listened, even though her heart had changed, she still said lightly: "Zigui is wrong. ”

"However, my uncle dressed my mother, and Zigui talked to him."

Yao Qian paused, pursed her dry lips, leaned down and squatted in front of her daughter, "Zigui, did my mother tell you not to talk to strangers." ”

Zigui's eyes were teary and unusually determined, "Uncle is not a stranger. ”

On the first day of her hospitalization, she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, and at first sight she saw Uncle Supermarket putting a piece of clothing on her mother's body, she rubbed her eyes and called him in a low voice: "Uncle Supermarket." ”

Uncle Supermarket answered, stretched out his hand in front of his mouth and made a 'shhh' motion, touched her face like his mother, and asked her in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Zigui nodded, then shook his head again, "It doesn't hurt." ”

"You're a brave kid." The supermarket uncle pulled up the quilt for her and asked her if she wanted to drink water.

Zigui was afraid that he would go, so he took his big hand, "Uncle Supermarket, Zigui has something to say to you." ”

He looked at her and leaned forward to put his ear close to her.

The effect of the anesthetic began to dissipate, Zigui Wu frowned to himself, and said softly: "Uncle is very good-looking." ”

Zigui remembered the smile on his uncle's face in the supermarket that night, and disagreed with his mother very much. Puffing out a small face. I wanted to continue to reason with my mother, but I found that a tear slipped down my mother's face. Zigui anxiously stretched out his little hand to wipe away his mother's tears, hugging Yao Qian's neck, "Mom, don't cry, don't cry." Do you really dislike supermarket uncles? You don't like it, Zigui won't talk to his uncle anymore, okay? ”

Her children are the most distressing. is young, but she has already learned to feel sorry for her mother. Yao Qian held the child in her arms, as if she was afraid of something.

She felt that she was selfish, and that the grievances between adults should not involve innocent children.

"Coriander. Are you all alright? ”

Lu Zhao asked for leave, changed into regular clothes, and pushed open the door to see the mother and daughter hugging each other. He stepped forward lightly, took Yao Qian's clothes on the ground, looked around the ward, and his eyes fell on the newspaper on the bed table.

The news on the front page catches your eye. It was a group of photographs taken in the middle of the night, showing men and women hugging each other. The angle is very good, and Chen Ziang's face can be seen completely, but only the side face of the woman in his arms can be vaguely seen. On the side of his face, Lu Zhao lowered his head and took a deep look at Yao Qian who was squatting on the ground, it was exactly the same.

The headline of the news, Marriott general manager Chen Ziang kissed a mysterious woman late at night.

"Lu Zhao, let's go."

Lu Zhao retracted his gaze, Yao Qian had already picked up the child and walked past him and walked out of the ward. 166 Reading Network