He sat there, watching the traffic, but it had nothing to do with him, no car was willing to stop for him, no one was willing to stop for him, he was still the original him, lonely and lonely.

He went to the bar, which was the only place where he was able to find a presence. The noisy music drowned him out, and he was able to release his most primitive self. The so-called morality, the so-called love, are all empty in this place.

He didn't sit in the corner, he didn't bury himself in the box, he chose to find a place at the bar and sit down casually, occasionally getting up, swaying to the music, he felt that this time was the state he wanted most. He accepts the ambiguous eyes cast by strange women, he accepts every shadow that approaches him but quietly leaves, he feels that this is life.

"Handsome guy, come and have fun with us." A strange woman came to talk, he squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the woman with heavy makeup, if it was a normal day, he would definitely refuse coldly, but now, he didn't want to refuse anyone's approach, he was lonely, he was lonely, he needed to be enthusiastic.

He reached out and grabbed the woman's waist, and his lips were full of wine. "Okay, where do you want to go?" He smiled wickedly and reached out to wipe it on the woman's buttocks.

Fang Yichen is a sunny and handsome man, it is common for women to be liked, and most of the women who take the initiative will be rejected by him, but today, he doesn't want to do it.

"Then you come with me." The woman blinked, threw a very confused eyebrow, took Fang Yichen's hand and walked towards the box on the second floor. He didn't follow in the woman's footsteps, and when his hormones rose, he was a little disobedient.

Fang Yichen grabbed the woman's waist, his fiery lips and tongue caressed the woman's ear, and one hand had spread from the slender waist to the plump that was about to come out.

"I'll take you to an interesting place." After Fang Yichen finished speaking, he hugged the woman and walked towards the bathroom on the side, the narrow bathroom became a place where he wanted to enjoy himself. The man in the mirror, with greedy eyes, was a little hungry, but it was a helpless choice.

He wants to release, and the release of his soul needs to rely on the entanglement of the soft body, and he wants to tilt out the boredom in his heart in such a way at this time.

The strange woman swayed, feeling the enthusiasm from Fang Yichen, and did not refuse his invasion, his fiery lips and tongue were just lingering on her neck, and the rich smell of perfume filled the tip of her nose. But he didn't want to kiss a woman's delicate red lips, he didn't have the slightest desire to possess it.

His big hands linger on the woman's graceful body, the light clothes can't resist the temptation of the body, and the woman's plumpness is in the palm, bringing him a feeling of fulfillment.

The woman's Shen Yin's voice teased in his ear, hoping to arouse the deepest desires in his body, he just took the woman into his arms and buried his head in the woman's abundance, like a warbler, greedily sucking-sucking the pink Beilei.

His solid chest, in need of a woman's comfort, was with a hint of anger, even impatience, his discarded body tangled together, with the venting of primitive desire. The distorted face of the man in the mirror, the extreme pain, and the extreme pleasure still could not dissolve the gloom under his eyes.

The roar came out of his throat, a fiery liquid spurting out, and he felt as empty as he felt as empty as possible. The man in the mirror, with a hint of loneliness, lingered between his brows. He could not find happiness, and no woman could give him pleasure.

The woman leaning on her chest, panting with a hint of satisfaction, her slender fingertips running across his solid skin. At this time, Fang Yichen stood there, like a squatting sculpture.

He knew what had just happened, and it was nothing to him, but, for no reason, he felt a sense of shame, as if he had done something wrong, and felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

"Do you like me?" The woman leaned close to her lips and kissed Fang Yichen's cheek, he suddenly pushed the woman away with a hint of disgust, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and quickly put them on his body.

The gurgling water poured on his face, and he looked at his strange self as if he didn't know him. What the hell happened to him? What has become such a thing?

"How can you do that? The woman was a little dissatisfied ......with Fang Yichen's behavior, just a few minutes ago, they were still passionate and wanton, but only a few minutes, the man who was still nostalgic and forgot to return was already cold as if he had no warmth.

Fang Yichen, who was neatly dressed, took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and threw it at the woman's face. "Is that enough?" After he finished speaking, he left without looking back.

In this world, there is no woman who can arouse his endless love, and the woman he is willing to love, he will never get. He just felt depressed, he couldn't find an outlet, and he couldn't find a harbor to rely on.

Only in the end, can he find some comfort, gulps of vodka mixed with ice cubes into his throat, the spicy taste like a sharp weapon through the stomach, such a stinging pain, only he feels the most clearly.

He lingered late at the bar, smelling of alcohol, and when he was sent back, he said it indiscriminately. He hadn't returned to the villa for almost a week, and it had been the home he had longed for the most, but now he didn't feel a trace of warmth.

Hearing the sound from downstairs, Su Luoyan had already lay down, and she was not asleep yet. Maybe because the delivery was approaching, she was starting to get a little nervous. She was uncomfortable, and even when she heard the sound from downstairs, she didn't get up.

"Young lady, you better get up and take a look, the young master drank too much, and he was crying downstairs, clamoring to see you." When the housekeeper knocked on the door and stood outside Su Luoyan's door, Su Luoyan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

She knew that such a marriage was a kind of torture for her, and it was not easy for Fang Yichen. But she didn't know what else she could do. From the very beginning he knew that it was impossible for her to love him. Later, when she found out that he had done such a despicable thing, she was even a little disgusted in her heart.

She can't hide such feelings, she can't be hypocritical, and she can't be honest. Silence is a weapon, and she uses it to protect herself, but she hurts the man standing across from her.

"Luo Yan, why don't you love me? You tell me, why don't you love me? Fang Yichen sat slumped on the sofa, he hadn't seen this man for a week, and many beards appeared on his cheeks. Drunk men mostly start muttering because they feel uncomfortable in their hearts.

She stood at a distance from him, her palm fell on her belly, she wanted to protect her child, this kind of Fang Yichen, she didn't want to get close.

"Luo Yan, do you still love him? What is there about me that is inferior to him, can you tell me? I love you so much, I really love you. There he cried, like a wounded child, and she wanted to give the man a little comfort, but when the words came to her lips, she finally fell silent.

"Luo Yan, you love him, don't you? Why do you help him or not help me? You are my wife now, I am your husband, Luo Yan, I am your husband, but you still have to help him, right? Tears flashed in his eyes, and his gaze did not fall on Su Luoyan's face.

Did he know about it? Su Luoyan was a little surprised, how did he know about her helping Leng Yunhao? Could it be that Leng Yunhao told him? Impossible, Leng Yunhao would never do such a thing. But she was extremely careful every time, and he might not be able to find any traces of her.

Su Luoyan's heart was a little messy, she was helping Leng Yunhao behind Fang Yichen's back, so what? He did such an unseemly thing, and he actually played a conspiracy behind his back. Even if that person is not Leng Yunhao, she will still lend a helping hand.

Su Luoyan didn't make a sound, no matter what Fang Yichen said, she wouldn't be silent. Things have come to this point, so let it continue.

"Luo Yan, don't you don't love me, okay? You are my wife and I really love you. Fang Yichen was still muttering to himself, and Su Luoyan couldn't listen to it anymore. She knew that in a few moments, the man would fall asleep.

Is it because he didn't want to come back here for so long because he knew that she helped Leng Yunhao? Will he still take revenge on Leng Yunhao? She didn't feel sorry for Fang Yichen, she would kill herself if she did too much injustice, this truth has been said since ancient times.

She was originally full of gratitude and even guilt for this man. However, love is not strangulation, love is not jealousy, she can't accept the things that Fang Yichen did to Leng Yunhao behind her back. She kept trying, trying to let go of the past, trying to start over, but he erased her desire and passion to keep trying.

"You go to bed early, it's not early, I have to go to work tomorrow, I'll go up first." She said coldly, then turned and passed in front of him. I don't love anyone, most of them are like this, I don't want to open my heart, I don't want to accept everything from him.

"Luo Yan, don't go, don't go." Fang Yichen suddenly got up from the sofa, and he grabbed Su Luoyan's arm, wanting to take her into his arms.

It seemed to be a conditioned reflex, Su Luoyan resisted hard, wanting to resist Fang Yichen's closeness. But her resistance was so powerless, Fang Yichen's strength suddenly increased.

(PS: This chapter is updated with 3000+ words, and today's update is over!) Thank you very much for your support and encouragement, thank you!! ）