Wang Yan didn't expect that Dong, who was still angry just now, was already doing Zhou Gong with Old Man Wang in the bedroom at this time.

At this moment, facing Liu Yan'er, who was covered in bruises, Wang Yan's heart was heavy.

Through this incident, her feelings have been fully revealed, I don't know when she started to like herself, but you can be sure that she does like herself.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, she was still enjoying campus life in her own era, but in this era, she was already going to talk about marriage, and if it dragged on until seventeen or eighteen, she would be considered an old girl.

This age is the age when love first blossoms, and it's not a bad thing to get married, but is she a good match...

Wang Yan is trying to accept her, and there is already a trace of good feeling, love, what is **, and what is the expression of love? To this day, Wang Yan still doesn't understand, he is not afraid of people's jokes, Wang Yan has never been in love in his previous life, even if he is surrounded by high-ranking beauties, he has never been particularly close to anyone, let alone ambiguous, the reason is very simple, there is already a person living in his heart, and he can't tolerate a second person.

For Wang Yan, love is silently guarding, quietly being a bystander, guarding, accompanying, and letting her be happy, even if that happiness is not given by herself.

There was a sound outside, it was Hong'er's voice, pushing open the door, and seeing her standing in front of the door with this porcelain vase.

"Young master, this is the white jade paste that Madame asked me to take, this medicine is made of Tianshan Snow Lotus, and it will not leave a scar if it is applied evenly on the wound."

Wang Yan nodded, took the white jade paste, and sent Hong'er away.

Slowly walked to the bed, took away Liu Yan'er's broken clothes, applied the medicine to her wound little by little, and applied it very carefully.

Liu Yan'er is the second woman who came to this world by herself, and she has a different relationship with others than Wang Yan from the beginning, which is a special feeling based on guilt.

But slowly, everything will fall into place.

I don't know when Liu Yan'er's hatred disappeared, and I don't know when she fell in love with herself, why did she fall in love with herself?

Wang Yan asked himself over and over again, but he couldn't get an answer, in fact, he was running away and didn't want to admit it.

Women are a huge shadow in Wang Yan's heart, and his five-year public relations career has made him resist women from the bottom of his heart, too much deception and betrayal.

This is also the reason why Wang Yan would rather choose to protect than have it, because he is afraid of loss and betrayal!

In this kind of emotion, let alone love, Wang Yan is tired of it from the bottom of his heart, not only because he has done too much, but every woman who has a relationship with him has all kinds of emotions, emptiness and loneliness, hatred and revenge, desire and dissatisfaction, simple venting, Wang Yan is immersed in it, and over time, a high wall has been erected in his heart, and while putting aside these negative shadows, he also threw away the desire for love.

Impotence, not lifting is the result.

Applying medicine to a beautiful woman with a red fruit is such a beautiful thing, but there is no impulse in his heart, and even his little brother has no reaction.

Sexual impotence, destined to not bring physical pleasure to women, in a strong love will disintegrate under the emptiness, in this era, cheating is to be immersed in the pig cage, but even if it is the same, this kind of thing happens every year, why, because spiritual love can not fill the physical emptiness, this is Wang Yan's public relations for many years.

Sexless love is fundamentally a false proposition, there are women who can endure loneliness for love, but since they can't be satisfied, why do they tie it to their side, is this still love?

Even if you put aside your lust and talk about love.

What is Love? Vigorous? Passionate? Or is it bland and obscure?

Love is fragile, especially in the face of reality.

Negative emotions accumulate little by little, and eventually explode, bursting with all the good things that were before.

Then the wounded woman went to herself for comfort! Console! While talking about how much love he loves, he is doing betrayal.

It is said that men have strength, and women are desperate, and they are the talkers of Shanghai Port District, and after contacting those bigwigs, they found out what kind of goods their women are, loving and loving in front of them, and indulging in lust behind them.

Therefore, love is also a false proposition!

Pure love can only be believed, so Wang Yan's view of love has become different from most of them.

Rather than owning, it is better to pay unilaterally, even if you are betrayed and abandoned, you will not feel too uncomfortable in your heart.

With a sigh, it seems that her own thoughts are a little heavy, and she woke up in pain.

Raising his hand, Wang Yan asked gently.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Liu Yan'er shook her head gently.

What a stupid girl, she was in tears when she was in pain, and she didn't admit it.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Yan decided not to hide it from her anymore.

Maybe when she knows the truth, she will leave on her own.

"Yan'er..."

Liu Yan'er muttered in response.

"I can't do anything."

After saying that, Wang Yan glanced at Liu Yan'er's reaction, and sure enough, her whole person froze.

That's the expression she should be exhorting.

My heart was suddenly blocked.

After the medicine was applied, Wang Yan applied it very carefully, and did not leave any wounds, if this body had scars, it would not be beautiful.

Gently exit the bedroom, give her space, let her think, she will figure it out.

Impotence decay, unable to do personnel.

Hehe, she should regret dying at this time, doing so many stupid things, but in the end she got this sentence.

Wang Yan walked under the pear tree, sat on the stone bench with his support on the table, raised his head and glanced at the pear tree, the flowers were already full of branches, Aji, the second, third, and fourth children saw that the young master was lost, and surrounded them, but they were all intimate and did not say a word.

"Look at what, don't give me the wine for the young master."

Wang Yanqiang said with a smile.

Xiao Er nodded, and pulled the third and fourth sons to the house to carry wine, and Aji sat down by Wang Yan, what is wrong with his own young master? How do you show such an expression?

Soon, the wine came.

Wang Yan slapped the sealing mud with one palm, did not take the bowl from the second end, and drank it with the jar.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" Si'er said with concern.

Wang Yan let go of the wine jar and wiped his mouth.

"Don't guess, it's just that your chest is clogged in a panic, and you can use wine to get through."

"Big brother, my sister-in-law has been rescued, is there anything else that doesn't go well?" The second interjected on the side.

"Don't ask, I won't tell you." Wang Yan burped and said with a smile.

"Big brother, is it because of my sister-in-law? Isn't it a pleasure to marry such a woman? Ersan'er said.

"San'er, when did you know so much about this?"

Er's face turned red and he was speechless.

Wang Yan smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed Er's head a few times.

"In a few years, the eldest brother will tell you a beautiful daughter-in-law." Wang Yan quipped.

Aji, San'er, and Si'er suddenly laughed.

A few people looked at me and chatted for a long time, and the two-catty jar was already empty, and Wang Yan's eyes became a little confused.

At this moment, Aji, who was serving wine on the side, suddenly stood up straight.

"Madame, why did you come out?"

The second, third, and fourth sons hurriedly called their sisters-in-law.

"Don't even sister-in-law... Sister-in-law... I can't talk to her about it, from a... There was nothing to start with... Yes, don't be here in the future... Why, to her name... The sound is not good. Wang Yan said and drank the remaining wine in the jar.

Today, Wang Yan drank high again.

Sure enough, you can't drink alcohol when you're depressed, and sadness is the catalyst for alcohol, which makes a lot of sense.

In a daze, he slapped open the sealing mud of a jar of wine.

Goo knock goo knock!

The light wine entered his throat, and his mind was so lost that the alcohol rushed frantically above his head.

A drunk relieves a thousand sorrows, and he is drunk when he is drunk, but what about sorrow? But he didn't understand it at all, but he forcibly blocked it in his heart.

Liu Yan'er's appearance made the four of them close their mouths.

She dragged her scarred body and stood behind Wang Yan, looking at the back in front of her gently.

Wang Yan finally fell headlong on the stone table.

"Young Master!" "Big brother!"

"Go down, all of you." Liu Yan'er, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

"Madam, you are injured, let's help the young master in."

Liu Yan'er shook her head and said.

"No, I'll just come."

"Young Master! You have to admit it when you wake up! Aggie was still a little worried.

"Admit it! Go to the back house and ask someone to build the wall. After speaking, Wang Yan burped again.

The four of them glanced behind Wang Yan, and Liu Yan'er had been standing behind Wang Yan for a long time.

This one is too indulgent, I didn't want to drink too much, but who knew that the more I poured it, the more I drank it, my head was instantly clouded, and I felt that my brain was given an uppercut by alcohol and was knocked out.

The heart is relaxed, and the nightmare buried in the depths of the heart comes out to make trouble!

Wang Yan looked down at the clothes on his body, the pink open-chested shirt, and the tight flesh-colored leather pants, has he become a cowherd again?

The faces of those women appeared in front of him again, most of them wearing masks, and the flames of desire flashed in their eyes, Wang Yan couldn't stop retreating, and countless chains flew from all directions to wrap their hands and feet around them and pull them towards them.

Wang Yan was resisting and struggling, but he was finally pulled back between her little by little.

Turning back into a toy again, being played with, the scene is changing, the woman is also changing, and the only thing that remains unchanged is herself.

I couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality, and the familiar feeling was creeping in.

Familiar scenes are projected in front of you, bills stuck in wine bottles, drugs scattered all over the place, cigarette butts in the firebox.

Just now, she was still comforting the empty young woman, but now she is tied to a torture device, played with by several middle-aged women, unable to move no matter how she struggles, and finally drowned by her memory.

In the end, the memory was frozen in a woman, Xia Yuxin, her pale face was still so good-looking, and the wound on her waist was still shocking.

Being able to die in her hands is the best ending for herself.