Chapter 16: Fission

Lu Shihan's eyes swept over the cascading mountains, undulating.

The road came out, and Wen Jiang didn't sit back on the row of chairs, but only stood in the corridor with his arms crossed.

Not far away is an unoccupied guest room with an open door.

In the past few minutes, I haven't seen any living people appear in the corridor.

The two of them stood very close to each other, so close that Lu Shihan felt that just his breathing was undulating, and his chest could hit Wen Jiang.

Lu Shihan confirmed: "You say it again." ”

Wen Jiang looked indifferent: "Scared again?" ”

After tasting these three words, Lu Shihan sighed: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you will regret it." ”

Hearing Jiang leaning at him, he smiled back slightly: "Yes, I was scared." ”

She didn't give an inch.

Wen Jiang turned around and walked before Lu Shihan, and her two options were thrown out, but she didn't think of an answer at all.

Beat? As for it, she wouldn't do it like that, it's boring.

Above? She had to move like a machine on it, and she was so tired that she panicked.

Besides, she was hungry and thirsty on the road, and it was not the time at all, and she was not lonely enough to do so.

teased him halfway, and the depression he held back back then had already dissipated.

When he reappeared, he just happened to bump into her life and was full of manic depression, which was also unlucky.

Wen Jiang has always been self-aware, but she can only think about this thing in her heart, and she can't say it if she borrows her mouth again.

What can be said is nothing more than a breath of air, habitual aggressiveness, plus bad meanness that does not consider others.

Theoretically, it can be changed, but now she has no interest in being a good person and being a perfect person.

I also told Nan Ke that she was muddy in the past, but I was afraid that the present was even more muddy than in the past.

***

Wen Jiang just turned around, and suddenly Lu Shihan's powerful arm pulled across her body, across her chest, and suddenly pressed her whole person against the hard wall on the side.

Make a fire, unexpectedly when you smell ginger.

Wen Jiang glared at Lu Shihan, but it was all useless in the dark.

She quickly gave up.

She did it to herself, she asked for it, and she didn't say anything at first.

I could feel that my chest was faintly squeezed, Wen Jiang couldn't help it, and still scolded: "Where are you pressing your arm?" ”

Lu Shihan looked at her eyes, moved his arm down slightly, and spit out a few words: "Continue scolding." ”

Crisp and clean, but also open.

Wen Jiang took a breath and endured the chaotic feelings: "Let go." ”

Lu Shihan smiled: "Regret it?" Didn't you ask me if I was beaten, or the last time? ”

He said, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid you'll regret it." ”

Wen Jiang naturally remembered, and while looking at him, he repeated: "Let go." ”

In the quiet hallway, there was a sudden sound of the door locking, and someone was about to come out of the room.

Both men heard.

Lu Shihan frowned slightly, stretched out his other arm to tie Wen Jiang's waist, dragged her into the vacant guest room with the door open, and kicked the door shut.

The interior was dimly lit, blurring each other's silhouettes in each other's field of vision.

Wen Jiang's back was still pressed against the wall behind the guest room door.

Close, Lu Shi took advantage of his height and hung his head in front of her like a mountain.

Wen Jiang spoke again, still with those two words: "Let go." ”

All emotions were annihilated in the darkness, and only the breath surging in each other's shallow nostrils was tumbling.

His right arm pressed Wen Jiang to fix her to the wall, Lu Shihan stretched out his left hand and forcibly pulled Wen Jiang's right hand, just like when he grabbed her hand to get a bag, he held her hand to untie his belt at this moment.

, Wen Jiang's heart was on fire and wanted to kick him.

She struggled, Lu Shihan was as hard as iron, and he didn't move, reminding her: "I said that it would be your bones." ”

Wen Jiang's words came out through gritted teeth: "If you dare to touch me, I will tear you up sooner or later." ”

Lu Shihan curled his lips: "I'll wait, but can you?" ”

Paper Tiger is currently scolding him for bullying her with every word.

Obviously, he was bullied once.

As soon as this provocation came out, Wen Jiang almost bit his lip.

Feel the fluctuations of her feelings.

Lu Shihan was still holding Wen Jiang's hand, but the action of unleashing stopped at all.

His voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of coaxing that he didn't even notice: "Wen Jiang, a hard encounter often loses both." You have a choice, don't always want to die on the road. ”

If you're dead, you have to show others the excitement.

Wen Jiang's eyes were cold, and he still repeated the sentence: "Let go." Thank you for your kindness, I haven't lived long enough to die in five hundred years. ”

Lu Shihan said "um" without emotion: "Don't flirt with men, you don't have the strength to compete with them." Few people will think that you attack out of self-preservation instinct, and most people in the world will only think that you are cheap. People are terrible, and everyone is golden, understand? ”

Wen Jiang's back stiffened suddenly, when Lu Shihan used these words to peel off the hair and skin of her body.

Those things hidden in the depths of the heart seem to be whipped out for a while.

She tried to break free from his momentum and sank abruptly.

Hearing Jiang's eyebrows, his words lost his strength, and he couldn't lower his voice, with a trilling voice in every word: "Do you think you understand others?" What are you? ”

Lu Shihan moved slightly, from holding her whole hand to holding her wrist.

He didn't explain, but replied honestly, "I'm a shallot." If the words don't sound good, you will forget them immediately. ”

He hadn't said anything so long to her.

The smelling ginger in front of him looks like a cat that has only been stepped on, fried and vigilant.

Maybe it's time to touch her hair.

Lu Shihan smiled and gave up that idea.

He only added at the end: "Also, if someone offends you, you should slap you back." Sue him: You give me some respect! When it comes to men, don't be soft when you should be ruthless. You are merciful, and he is not grateful. ”

Before his words fell, Wen Jiang felt that his hand was raised by him, and she struggled, but his strength was strong, and she was not an opponent.

Lu Shihan grabbed her wrist, calmly and unrefusably, raised her hand and slapped him in the face.

Wen Jiang's hand was shaken and hurt.

With the crisp "snap" of that palm, the city in her heart suddenly began to collapse.

***

More than half a month later, Wen Jiang hesitated for a long time, but still got on the Range Rover.

Cheng Fang sat in the back row and chatted with her.

Wen Jiang responded to him with "um", "oh", and "yes".

Her brain was like a dead computer screen, stuck on a single page.

It was Lu Shihan who raised her hand and slapped himself on that page.

Wen Jiang touched the line of his palm.

As soon as I touched my hand, I felt pain.

In addition to the career line, each one is bumpy and bumpy.

Can I change my hand? Wen Jiang suddenly wandered and thought.

Damn, this man is horrible. Within a few seconds, the page that crashed appeared in Wen Jiang's mind again.

What the man sent was not good, he gave her a slap.

She has always only known about introspection but is not in place, this time she inexplicably feels that she is a scumbag and can't feel at ease.

***

Lao Wang and Lu Shihan went to buy breakfast.

When Lu Shihan came back, he opened the door of the back seat. Seeing this, Cheng Fang wanted to get out of the car and go back to his passenger seat.

Lu Shihan shook his head to stop: "Sit here, you don't need to change, it's the same." ”

He handed two paper bags of tsampa to Cheng Fang, along with two cups of warm butter tea, and instructed: "Eat it while it's hot, the temperature is just right." ”

Cheng Fang transferred one of them to Wen Jiang.

Wen Jiang took it honestly, and in a blink of an eye, Lu Shihan had already gone around to the passenger seat to get into the car.

The front backrest is wide and thick, and most of Lu Shihan's back is blocked by the saddle backrest.

Wen Jiang stared at it for a while, and suddenly felt a pain in his eyes.

Not only did my eyes hurt, but my hands hurt even more.

The moment Lu Shihan opened the door, Wen Jiang paid attention to his side face.

In such a cold environment, the blood itself is not smooth. This palm fanned past, and now, after an hour, the redness and swelling on his face are clearly visible.

Cheng Fang and Lao Wang didn't ask, but when they set off again, there were obviously a lot less words in the car.

All kinds of words collided in Wen Jiang's chest.

Hit someone, don't be responsible, okay? Wen Jiang thought about it and came up with an answer.

At this moment, she not only wanted to change her hand with smooth palm lines, but also wanted to cut off her head with her.