"Desert. You...... Do you still love me?" I lowered my eyes. Nervously asked.

Just the second the last note fell. Wen Yimo almost blurted out. Say categorically, "I haven't loved it."

The voice was incomparably cold. And a stark contrast to his scorching body. I don't even want to believe that this sentence came from his mouth.

Never loved......

Three words are like a thousand pounds of stone. It fell heavily on my heart. Even breathing became painful.

Isn't all the sweet words he's ever said to me just a mirage? He was good to me. Isn't it true that every bit of it is.

I'm so stupid that I would be stupid enough to believe Wen Yimo's words. Believe he has had a crush on me for ten years. I believe he truly loves me.

But forget that he used to be a complete playboy. City A is famous for the rich second generation. Drag racing and clubbing every day. Live the life of Riley. The beauties around you are like clouds.

How could Wen Yimo give up that group of warblers and swallows for me. Not to mention that I didn't love him at that time. I took advantage of him. Use him to protect Xu Chenyi's love. He may be just playing on the spot. And I'm stupid and fake.

He can be after breaking up with me. Turned around and went to bed with Wang Yuan. You can go clubbing in the United States......

Mr. Li is right. In his eyes I was just a plaything. A plaything that has had a [night] love.

I, Liu Chenxi, are indeed cheap enough. Loved him for so many years. Even if it's been two years without contact. are consistent with him. It's ridiculous.

I forced a smile." That's good. So I'm at ease. I don't feel like I owe you anything."

After saying that, he broke free from his embrace. Get up and leave.

"Between you and me. Do you think you really don't owe me? The four hundred million. to be repaid with labor." The cold voice behind him sounded again. Since they don't love each other. Why bother with each other any longer.

Four hundred million. I can totally find my dad. You can give him back a lot of money.

I've thought countless times he'd let me go. End the emotional entanglement between the three of us as soon as possible. But to this day, I still want to stay with him. It's good if you don't love me. It's okay to treat me like a plaything. I admit it. Wen Yimo. I admit it. I willingly.

Leave him. These three words. I can't say anything. I'm scared. I'm afraid I won't see him in the future. Even if you stay by his side, it will inevitably be sad and painful. As long as he is happy. Even if there is no me in this happiness.

As soon as I walked out the door, I found that the clothes on my body had changed. He wore a wide shirt with Wen Yimo...... Change it. He hadn't seen it all over my body.

"Mr. Wen. Where's my clothes?" I got straight to the point. Don't want to stay for a second longer at the moment. I need to be still. Adjust your mood.

I don't even call him Emo anymore. Instead, he called Mr. Wen unfamiliarly. Between me and him are two unreachable stars. It's only money that keeps this relationship going. Even if Mars hits the Earth. We won't be closer. It won't be together.

"In the bathroom." Wen Yimo was naked with his upper body. The lower body is wrapped in only a bath towel. He moved to the other side of the bed where I had slept. I could clearly see that his position was wet. A large area of water stains. It's almost dry.

I was shocked in vain. In a trance, I seem to see a back figure walking back and forth between the bed and the bathroom. The body that held me around me was sometimes cold, sometimes warm......

Could it be that he is trying to get my fever down? So I made a "human cooler" and a "warm baby".

This ridiculous thought flashed through my mind.

Who he thought he was. A bodhisattva who purifies all beings. He's just a fool. A sucker. It doesn't have to be like this even if it's a show.

He really doesn't have the slightest affection for me. No. I don't believe it.

He used to be so good. Love me so much.

"Wen Yimo. You also say you don't love me. You don't love me. How could you go and save me last night. You don't love me. How could it be ......"

Wen Yimo scolded. Interrupting me: "If you haven't loved, you've never loved. You are less self-inflicted. I'm going to save you just because I don't want people to talk about it behind your back. I don't need to rely on women to sell their bodies to negotiate cooperation."

The heart instantly fell into a bottomless trough.

I held back tears. Turned around and walked quickly into the bathroom. Shut the door. Lean against the door. Cover your mouth and sit on the ground. Teeth biting fingers hard. Don't let yourself cry here. Because it would be very shameful. If I cried. He will despise me even more.

I even comfort myself in my heart. Wen Yimo just lost his memory. He forgot about me. Forget our love. That's why he said ruthless things to me.

Even if that's self-deception. But I'd rather choose to believe.

It's okay to forget. It must be painful and heartbreaking to fall in love with me. So he chose to forget about jì.

Heaven is definitely punishing me. Let me be moved. Let me lose it and think about it again.

One qiē is what I deserve. I deserve it.

Long. My clothes and Wen Yimo's clothes were messily thrown in the bathtub filled with water, and I couldn't wear them at all.

Wen Yimo lay quietly. Eyelashes fluttered slightly. Tight frown. Thin lips tightly closed. It looks very painful. My heart tightened. Walk over and touch his forehead. It's getting hotter and hotter. It can't be put off any longer. I whispered to him twice. but there was no answer.

I quickly went to the kitchen to make him ginger soup. Then feed him one bite at a time. I remember being like this before. He's sick. I boil ginger soup. Now. But things are not people.

Thinking about it. I lowered my head. Tears dripped silently down the bowl. There are small ripples. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about the past anymore. That's just the past. The person in front of you doesn't love you anymore. No longer yours. Liu Chenxi should be sober......

"Let's go to the hospital." Seeing the soup bottomed out. I said to Wen Yimo.

He asked, "Do I need to go to the hospital?"

I was stunned for a moment. before I reacted. Oh, yes. Wang Yuan is a doctor. Does he need to go to the hospital?

"That...... Mr. Wen. I'll go first." I put down the bowl. And he said, "Can you lend me a piece of clothing?"

"So eager to leave." Wen Yimo's cheeks burned red. Even the eyes were bloodshot. The voice is still extremely cold.

He is very kind to everyone. Be gentle with Wang Yuan. Only I am indifferent.

"It's not. I'm afraid that Wang Yuan will come back and misunderstand." My voice was very low and low. Try not to let him hear the slightest wave.

"There are no outsiders in the house." Short five words. Slur over.

"Ahh I looked up in amazement. Unbelievable.

How come. The clothes have been moved......

Wen Yimo should be talking about it now. Wang Yuan has to go to work. So there was no one but me and him.

"Go buy medicine." Wen Yimo turned his back to me.

"I ...... I don't have any clothes to wear...... cheeks become red. What's more, how to go out barefoot.

"There's clothes in the closet."

The wardrobe is large enough to occupy an entire wall. The inside fifth is all black blazers and white shirts. Wen Yimo didn't wear such a single piece of clothing before. In his words, the black and white clothes are too deep. Not for him. Maybe it's because of work...... The style of dressing, personality, speech and demeanor have all changed. It's hard to believe that the gentleman was him.

Four-fifths of the space is decorated with colorful T-shirts, skirts, jeans, sweaters, and down jackets...... The clothes for the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are all here. The whole nine yards. It seems that he and Wang Yuan really plan to live together for a long time. Maybe...... It's a lifetime.

The corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of bitterness.

I took a white T-shirt and light blue denim shorts to the bathroom to change into. When I went out, I found that even the shoe cabinet was full of all kinds of women's shoes of different styles. I was dazzled by it. Finally, I wore a pair of floral canvas shoes. Or flats fit me. The size is just right, not too small, and it fits perfectly.

That's right. I don't have any money on me...... Last night, the bag fell on Brother Long's car. I turned back again. He said, "Mr. Wen, I don't have any money."

Wen Yimo turned his head and looked me up and down. I bowed my head nervously.

"The purse is in the clothes on the couch." I turned around and went to get it. Hearing behind him, he continued, "I want to drink porridge."

"Okay."

The kitchen is huge. But it's very deserted. It can be seen that there is no stove here all year round. The tableware on the cabinet is not stained. Bright as new.

Wen Yimo loves to be clean. That hasn't changed. It doesn't change when I eat out often. Doesn't Wang Yuan ever cook?

Shake your head. Laughing at himself, he said, "These don't seem to be my business. I'm just a secretary. It's enough to obey the orders of your superiors."

The fridge was exactly as I imagined. Nothing but a few cans of beer. There wasn't even rice, even soy sauce, vinegar, oil and salt in the cupboard.

All right. It looks like it's going to be a bit harder to buy back what is missing. I took a few hundred yuan bills and went to buy medicine first. Then go shopping at the supermarket.

Seven-seven-eighty-eight bought a bunch. Large bags and small bags are taken back to the apartment. Wen Yimo is still lying on the bed and sleeping. I woke him up softly to feed him fever-reducing medicine. But he insisted that I eat it first in front of him. He didn't eat until he had eaten.

Porridge boiling in a rice cooker. I picked up the computer in the study Baidu "Healthy Recipes" and wanted to make a few nutritious dishes. Flip it over. only to find that he didn't know Wen Yimo at all.

I don't know what he likes to eat or what he doesn't like. I only know that every time I eat, he would ask me to make a bowl of sauerkraut fish. Actually, it's just because I love to eat......

I want to ask. But it doesn't seem right.

I decided to keep an eye on him from today onwards. Want to know all his hobbies. Secretly keep it in mind. If one day in the future he leaves me. At least I still have something to miss and reminisce.

I made a few dishes according to the recipe. Wen Yimo ate calmly. Not a word.

Delicious. Not tasty.

If you don't speak, it means that the dish is in tune with the taste. I comforted myself in my heart.

I have a little bit of chop rice. Pay special attention to his dishes. Which bowl has more is proof of what you like to eat. But the number of times each bowl is clamped. It's hard to tell which one he actually likes to eat.