067 Listen to her call/bed
1607, a room number that terrifies Ye Junxuan. The corridors of the guest rooms are empty, except for the awesome European frescoes - maybe Italian Renaissance paintings, the figures in the paintings, numb, frightened, dazed... Each face made the already restless mood even more panicked.
Every time Ye Junxuan took the next step, the fear in his heart increased a little, and even the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the ground was so clear, as if he was satirizing his ignorance.
I don't know how long it took, Ye Junxuan finally arrived at the door, but he found that the door had been closed. At this moment, he almost had the urge to break through the door, but his hand hung in the air for a long time, and he didn't dare to knock on the door.
He was scared. He was afraid of what he would see when he opened the door...... That way, he'd really go completely insane.
What happened to the two of them in the room?!
He obviously came to reconcile with her and wanted to talk to her... How could such a thing happen all of a sudden? All this is true, his woman entered a luxurious suite with another man. That man is still his long-time nemesis - Wu Bing.
Ye Junxuan slammed his fists on the door in annoyance, his eyes closed tightly, but he couldn't shake off those terrible shadows. When he tried to calm down, all that came to his mind was the picture of Wu Bing hugging Su Han just now...
He simply couldn't accept this fact! Why did Su Han betray him? Why are you so close to other men?
"Hmmm......"
Suddenly, an unbearable voice came from the room.
Ye Junxuan was stunned. He couldn't hear it wrong, that's her a**.
What did the two of them do in the room?!
Impossible, absolutely impossible - he was her first man, her body belonged only to him, and she would not betray him!
"Hmm... No..."The voice that I didn't want to hear grew stronger.
"Click-click! ——”
Ye Junxuan turned the doorknob desperately, damn it, it was locked.
"Wu Bing, you kind of get out of here!" He's crazy, he's really going crazy! He's going to kill the bastard who defiled his woman.
……
"Click-click-"
"Knock-knock-"
In the room, Wu Bing heard a hurried knock on the door from outside the door, and he just raised the corners of his mouth coldly.
He sat down on the edge of Su Han's bed and helped her cover the quilt.
At this time, she was muttering something, her brows were frowning, and her head was turning slightly, as if she was in a nightmare, and the whole person was in a daze.
Wu Bing gently brushed away the messy hair on her forehead, her cheeks flushed, just the right amount of dreaminess, really beautiful, very beautiful.
"Rest well, Peach, I won't let that guy bother you again." There was a small smile on his lips, knowing that she couldn't hear this monologue now.
Ye Junxuan, that man only brought her harm, whether it was fourteen years ago or now.
After so many years, Wu Bing thought that he had long forgotten those passing years. Until that day, when she reappeared in front of him, with the same expression, the same smile...... Only then did he realize that he still cared about her so much.
However, the way he cares about a person is so extreme that he will always be misunderstood by the other party, and even get tired of it.
Fourteen years ago, she gave him a slap in the face as a parting gift; Fourteen years later, she did the same thing......
She had never understood his mind.
Never.
"Click-click-" The sound of the doorknob still turning came from the doorway.
Wu Bing knew that Ye Junxuan was at the door, and he also knew why he was crazy. Is it exciting to see your own woman walk into the room with another man?
Thrill, unbeatable thrill. He could already imagine that Ye Junxuan was on the verge of madness, and this was what he wanted to achieve. He really wanted to enjoy this rare game for a little longer, so that the high-flying president could also taste the heartbreak.
Wu Bing gently swiped his vampire-like slender fingers across Su Han's cheeks, and although the feeling of touching the memories was beautiful, it was also a little bitter.
Su Han, she is Xiao Tao, his angel. He wouldn't really do anything to her, because he wanted not only her body, but also her heart.
He will be good to her with all his heart and take care of her. One day she will suddenly understand all this, and she will understand who is the one who really protects her.
"Xiao Tao, you say, should we torture him a little longer?" Wu Bing gently touched Su Han's delicate cheek, like stroking a cherished rag doll.
He cherished her so much that he even asked the man for her opinion before taking revenge on her. If it weren't for the sleeping Su Han, Wu Bing wouldn't have paid attention to the knock on the door at all, he hoped that the man at the door would go crazy forever.
He likes to see him go crazy, it will make him feel extremely happy in his heart, and the more painful Ye Junxuan is, the more happy he is. There was nothing more exciting for him, he had waited so many years, didn't he just want to see this day with his own eyes?
"Click-click-" intensified.
Su Han's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the piercing sound had already entered her dream, making the originally turbid dream even more complicated.
"It's noisy, my baby is not happy." Wu Bing quickly perceived the change in Su Han's expression, and his face immediately became gloomy. He wants to protect her from all noise and harm.
Wu Bing stood up, he coldly dusted his cuffs, and slowly walked towards the door. Every step of his life was accompanied by contempt and disdain.
Halfway through, Wu Bing gentlemanly looked back at the woman who had fallen asleep on the bed, smiled slightly, and said to himself: "Bear with me, my princess, that annoying fellow—it will disappear soon." ”
The smile froze, and he continued to walk towards the door of the room. The cold and arrogant back, like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, is indifferent, paranoid, and heartless.
Before opening the door, he deliberately unfastened his belt and carried it casually on his pants.
If you want to act, you have to play it realistically, right?