(Girls' Literature)

An Youling instantly heard something strange, her heart jumped, and her pupils contracted violently.

"Lingling, why don't you speak?" The man's hoarse voice lost patience, and he seemed to be straining, and a cat meow from the exclusive woman reached An Youling's eardrums.

"Nangong Jianxi, are you in... Do what? The joyful and sweet mood just now was gone, An Youling fell from heaven to hell, she felt that her eyes were wet and hot, her voice trembled, she clenched her fists, and pinched her nails into her palms.

"Heh," the man over there laughed, "you almost kicked me in the middle of now, and I'm trying to do it myself?" Lingling, do you really not know or fake don't know, you and Shen Xiujie have been married for 5 years, he should have done this kind of thing to you. ”

An Youling didn't know how a man could be like this, he didn't say "I love you" today, but all his words and deeds made her feel that he was in love with her for 7 years.

But what is he doing? Was he too lonely-lonely or was he punishing her for rejecting him, how could he find out the moment she turned away... Other women?

Well, whatever his intentions, she admits that she was sad and sad, and it took the bastard only a day to make her shed tears for him.

"Lingling, speak. Do you regret running away from my room now? Or you'll come to me, and I'll make you scream. The man's hoarse, languid voice had a seductive charm.

"Nangong Jianxi, why don't you die!" An Youling covered his mouth and cut off the phone fiercely.

……

The tears in An Youling's eyes slipped down in large pieces, and she raised her little head to try to suppress the moisture in her eyes, but this had little effect, and she simply buried her cheeks in the soft mattress and cried loudly.

Her mind kept thinking about Nangong Jianxi's appearance with other women, and she felt that her little heart was delayed by a sharp knife, which was painful and depressing.

It's not that she didn't think that he had a woman in the past 7 years, he is 37 years old, the golden age of men will be particularly strong, he is powerful and good-looking, there are many women who like him, he is surrounded by all the charms, even if he is socialized in the business field, he can come to Duan Yan between pushing the cup and changing the lamp.

She didn't expect him to be as protective as a jade for her.

She thought she was generous enough, mature enough, there were too many gaps between the two in the past 7 years, and no one needed to take a magnifying glass to find flaws in each other, but at the moment when the truth came, she suffered a blow to her head, and she couldn't bear it at all.

She couldn't stand his unscrupulousness, she felt he was dirty.

In her room, on her boat, after all the and bitterness he had ever felt to her, how much shame she had felt now!

Nangong Jianxi, a rotten man, this love beast, after crying this scene, she really doesn't want him anymore.

After crying for about 10 minutes, her mobile phone rang again, and when she looked up, the last bit of hope in her eyes was also extinguished, it was not Nangong Jianxi's phone.

She wiped her tears with her little hands, took a deep breath and sobbed at a high frequency, she picked up the phone with a red nose, and her voice was gentle, "Hey, Yangyang..."

"Hey, Mom, when are you coming back? Tomorrow the school has a parent-teacher conference, you won't release my pigeons, will you? Yangyang's old-fashioned voice has the usual cool style.

An Youling felt distressed and guilty for a while, and she coaxed softly, "Yangyang, mom can't go back tomorrow, be good, let your father Xiujie attend your parent-teacher meeting." ”

Yang Yang rolled his eyes, a little angry, "Mom, I'm 7 years old now, don't fool me as a 5-year-old child?" Do you think that if I call Xiu Jie's father, he is really my father, can we not often borrow other people's fathers to chill themselves? Did I pop out of the cracks in the stones, my dad died miserably or didn't want me anymore, can you give me an accurate sentence? ”

The tears in An Youling's eyes burst out again, thinking of Nangong Jianxi's bastard, her tone couldn't help but be heavy, "Your dad is dead, don't mention him to me in the future!" ”

Yangyang was silent directly, the mother and son confronted each other silently for 10 seconds, and the person on the other end of the phone changed, "Hey, Lingling, what kind of tantrum are you throwing at the child when you are in a bad mood, Yangyang went back to the room, looking sullen." ”

Listening to An Jun's voice, An Youling suddenly sat up, and she spoke, "Dad, what did you do 7 years ago?" Yes, I want to break up with Nangong Jianxi, but the breakup can't be because of a misunderstanding. ”

"He thought I had a miscarriage, do you know? You're also a father, what do you think if someone tells you your daughter is gone? You know how miserable he has been in the past 7 years, a 30-year-old man has been delayed to 37 years old, and his 7 years are also precious, you watch him spend his days in nightmares and suffering, you are very happy, aren't you? ”

"Dad, no matter what happened to me and Nangong Jianxi, Yangyang is innocent, I have never concealed his surname Nangong, I hope he gets the complete love of his parents."

"In the past 7 years, our mother and son have never said it explicitly, but we are all looking forward to it, we hope that one day that person will appear and then claim us back!"

An Jun didn't speak for a long time after hearing this, he was helpless and sighed, "Lingling, do you feel sorry for him?" In the final analysis, his harm to you is so insignificant in front of your love for him, in the past 7 years, you have not forgotten him, you love him, and you want to reunite with him even more. ”

……

An Youling slept grogily, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her spirit was listless, she tossed and turned on the boat until late at night last night, and she slept on the boat all night, and her sleeping posture was not good, and she was in pain when she got up.

Walking into the shower, she took a bath, standing by the washstand, she put a fresh layer of makeup on herself, the earth is turning away from everyone, can't she live without Nangong Jianxi?

After changing into a dress, An Youling opened the door.

Leaning on the wall outside the door was a slender and handsome man, holding a cigarette in one hand and a paper bag in the other, he was still wearing yesterday's white shirt, black trousers, wrinkled clothes, bloodshot eyes, and green slag on his chin.

After An Youling was surprised, he sneered, why did the man who was still dashing last night look tired and sloppy now, and which one was he playing?

Watching the woman go out, Nangong Jianxi snuffed out the cigarette in his fingertips in the cigarette tray on the trash can, he wanted to spray the smoke in his mouth on her delicate and beautiful little face, but the cold and sneering look in the woman's eyes silently told him that if he dared to kiss her again, she would definitely slap him.

Maybe the woman wanted to dump him a long time ago, just waiting for him to give her an excuse, he can't be fooled.

"Sister An, are you awake?" Nangong Jianxi stood still, hooked his lips, his deep dark eyes looked at her wantonly with a smile, and his demeanor was intimate.

Fuck Ann Sister! An Youling gave him a cold look, turned around and left.

But her slender wrists were clasped, and the man's arm carrying the paper bag wrapped around her small waist, and in a whirlwind she crashed into a broad chest that lingered with the smell of tobacco.

The disparity between the strength of men and women made An Youling decisively not resist, but when she crashed into his arms, she saw the opportunity and quickly waved her right hand.

His right hand was intercepted in mid-air, the man's warm and doting eyes locked on her, and he smiled, "Sister An, it's okay to beat you, but I want to ask for payment, a... Good morning kiss. ”

For this toothless man, An Youling only felt powerless, sad and aggrieved, and the resentment that had accumulated overnight made her heart sour, and her butterfly-like long eyelashes trembled, and her crystal tears slipped down.

In fact, she is not a fragile person, she has been living very strong for the past 7 years, but she just feels sad in front of this man, for him and for herself.

Nangong Jianxi looked at her tears and panicked instantly, he leaned over and kissed the wetness on her face, and rubbed her hair dotingly, "Fool, what are you crying about?" ”

An Youling cried even more fiercely, and choked up, "Nangong Jianxi, what am I in your eyes?" I slept with another woman last night, and I was waiting at the door of my room this morning, and I am tired if you are not tired. ”

Nangong Jianxi held her little face, rubbed her red and swollen eyes with his thumb lovingly, lowered his eyes and pecked her delicate lips, he smiled low and happily, "Why are you so jealous?" Sister An, I'm 37 years old, and in the past 7 years, I have slept in your room and can't get your people, do you know how handsome I am? It's just a prop, although it's a little dirty, but it's not to the point of being unforgivable. ”

Road... Prop?

An Youling forgot to cry all of a sudden, she stared at him blankly with a pair of bright autumn pupils.

Nangong Jianxi looked at the woman up close, with black curly hair, a fair and bright face, clear and agile eyes, her lips were still pursed with a beautiful arc that wanted to cry, the whole person was like a flower bone swaying in the wind in spring, clear and elegant, he was instantly soft and unbearable.

"Why, don't believe me, do you want me to take you to meet her?" Nangong Jianxi's voice was very hoarse.

"You..."An Youling's cheeks flushed, she stretched out her pink fist to smash his hard chest, and said in shame, "Nangong Jianxi, how can you do this?" ”

The man wrapped her little hand and took her into his arms, and his tone was teasing, "Sister An, you don't want to obey me, I'll solve it myself and you secretly wipe your tears, but you want to see what you want me to do?" ”

Phew, the older this man gets, the more faceless he becomes.

This is the corridor of the hotel, there are customers coming and going, and it is really harmful to the image of the two of them hugging each other, An Youling struggled to break free from him, "Nangong Jianxi, let go." ”

"If you don't let go, if you do, you'll run away." The man did not give up, relying on the advantage of height and long legs to hug her like a coquettish.

The two of them made a fuss back and forth to make some fun, An Ling couldn't raise his eyes in shame, and was half-pushing and half-pushing in his arms, when a hotel manager in a suit and leather shoes walked beside him, "President Nangong, have you finally opened the door?" ”

An Youling was out of breath, and when the two of them moved, they were caught by others, and she was so frightened that she hid in the man's arms.