Jenma flew back to London from Dubai at 11 p.m., and when she got back to London, it was around 2 a.m.

Maybe it was because she was too anxious to see Descartes, or maybe she didn't expect that there would be a paparazzi guarding the door of Descartes' house at two o'clock in the morning, so she dragged her suitcase straight back to Descartes's apartment as soon as she got off the plane, and when she came to the door of the apartment, she skillfully took out the key and opened the door.

At this moment, Zhenma suddenly felt a few bright lights flashing behind her, as a model who lives in the spotlight all year round, of course she understands the source of these bright lights, and was secretly photographed!

Zhenma's first reaction was to quickly put on the sunglasses in her hand, but after thinking about it, she suddenly calmed down, Descartes and her husband are unmarried, and her woman is unmarried, so what is there to hide?

So she stopped what she was doing and walked through the door into Descartes' apartment.

She didn't expect how shocking her actions would be to the paparazzi guarding the door!

Rushing back from Dubai at 2 o'clock in the morning, he walked into Descartes' apartment directly with his suitcase, and skillfully took out the key to open the door, what do these things mean?

It shows that the two of them have been living together for a long time!

The paparazzi outside the door represent the journalists who have worked hard all over the world and are excited.

When Ronaldo was still trying his best to save his relationship, Descartes and Zhenma here had already secretly made a tune; When Ronaldo was saddened by the loss of his sweetheart, he was warm at the Spring Festival. Poor Ronaldo, it turns out that the goal he is fighting for has already been a guest of others.

Is there anything more reminiscent of Fei Fei's novel?

"The lover is lost, the adulterer is not me", this kind of story is definitely more able to arouse the most secret and dirty thoughts in the hearts of men than "the lover is married, the groom is not me", when wandering in the middle of the night, I don't know how many lewd wolves will use this story as a blueprint to get the greatest satisfaction in YY.

What does this mean? This represents sales!

So deep in the grass, under the big trees, a large number of black figures suddenly poured out. They tacitly dispersed. It seems that they are going to rush back to the society as quickly as possible to make this matter public.

Tomorrow morning, it will be another in the press.

In the apartment, Descartes was lying on the bed in a daze, when he suddenly felt a slippery, greasy hot body burrowing into the bed. He instinctively woke up. But he was immediately gagged by a tender fragrant tongue. Then, the moaning of ecstasy was remembered.

"Deska, I miss you so much."

The familiar scent of incense brought Descartes into a hazy wonderland. When lust finally triumphs over reason, only fiery lingering and hot memories are left.

Early the next morning, when Descartes was still holding the beauty in his arms and lying on a pillow, a piercing bell suddenly woke him up from his dream, and looked at the alarm clock at the head of the bed.

But when he lifted the microphone and was about to vent his anger, the voice on the other end of the phone made him stunned: "Descartes, what's the matter, why is Zhenma in your apartment?" ”

It was Monsieur Bonetto, Descartes' agent, who spoke in a calm voice with some anxiety, and it seemed that the matter was a little tricky.

Descartes' mouth opened wide in amazement, how could Monsieur Bonetto know that Genma was now in his apartment, thousands of miles away in Italy?

Descartes didn't know why, so he could only ask in confusion: "Monsieur Bonnetto, how do you know......"

"I'm not the only one who knows." Mr. Bonetto sighed and said helplessly: "You turn on the TV news, I think the whole world knows about it by now." ”

Descartes turned on the TV in horror, and then saw a set of dark pictures, judging from the picture footage, it was obviously taken in ambush near the gate of his house, in the picture there was a blonde woman calmly opened the door of his apartment, although the light was not so clear, but familiar people could still see at a glance that the blonde woman was the sleeping Zhenma beside him. Atkinson.

"How so!" Descartes covered his forehead in pain, he had been careful not to expose this matter, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't resist the pervasiveness of the paparazzi, at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, are these guys all immortals who don't eat, sleep, sleep, or hunger?

The next news commentary Descartes doesn't want to listen anymore, no need to guess what the media will say, when Ronaldo is still making a last fight for his love, Descartes has already hugged the beautiful woman to the bed, and the voice of the media is nothing more than sympathy and criticism.

Who to sympathize with, who to criticize?

Do these things still need to be asked?

In short, the reputation must be ruined, as for how will it be spurned? Descartes didn't want to think about it at all, he had only one thought in his mind: Did Ann Jieli know about it?

If she knew, how would she face her questioning?

For a moment Descartes felt only a headache, not a weakness after a night of greed, but a fear of the coming storm.

Public opinion and pressure from family, lovers, and society made this young man who was not yet 18 years old almost have the idea of autism at this moment, and the delicate body around him seemed to be no longer a red powder, but turned into a poisonous snake.

Although this was not Zhenma's intention, Descartes had already invisibly alienated her at this moment.

Perhaps this is the common inferiority of men, when they can't get it, they want to get it, and after they get it, they abandon it like a piece of paper, the young Descartes still doesn't understand that he can play a one-night stand, he can play with unspoken rules, but there are some things, such as feelings, that he can't afford to play.

When Zhenma woke up from her slumber, she also knew about it for the first time.

Compared with the panicked Descartes, Gemma's expression was much calmer, and she walked unhurriedly into the bathroom to take a hot shower. Then he walked into the kitchen with the aroma of his whole body, and while serving breakfast to Descartes, he said calmly: "Why are you so alarmed?" They know it, and the two of us are not shady, so what is there to be afraid of? ”

Descartes sighed, hung his head and said, "You don't understand, I ......"

His words were not spoken, but the clever Zhenma had already guessed something, and her face gradually became embarrassed, and it was a long time. With a hint of panic, she asked, "How are you?" Are you trying to tell me. You already have a girlfriend? ”

Descartes looked up at her, his eyes full of guilt and pleading, but he kept his lips pursed and did not speak.

But silent. Sometimes it's more desperate than words.

Zhenma's face began to turn pale. With a last hint of luck, she asked, "But I've never heard you mention it." I've never seen any woman around you, where is she...... Italy? ”

Descartes lowered his eyelids, which represented acquiescence.

Jenma's throat rolled a few times. She wanted to scream loudly, or curse loudly, no matter what, in short, she wanted to vent, but looking at Descartes, whose face was worse than her, she didn't know how to express it for a while.

Scolding him? Or beat him up?

Something crystal began to flicker in Zhenma's eyes, she had just escaped from an unfaithful love, she thought she had met a man worthy of her trust, but she didn't expect that all men in the world were the same, she just jumped from one fire pit to another.

The funny thing is that she took the initiative from beginning to end, and Descartes never said those words to her.

Zhenma was angry for a while, since you already have a girlfriend, why didn't you just reject me in the first place?

She looked at Descartes, suddenly let out a sneer, her tone became indifferent, and she asked with a gloomy face: "Do you think I'm cheap now, and take the initiative to give me a hug?" Have you been secretly laughing at me for being shameless and casually sleeping with a man six years younger than you? ”

"It's not." Descartes' eyes finally changed a little, and he hurriedly denied: "I never thought of it that way, you have to believe me......"

"Trust you?" Zhenma's tone seemed to have a tendency to gnash her teeth: "At this time, how do you want me to trust you?" Why didn't you make it clear to me at first, do you think I'm like your toy that you can just throw it aside when you've had enough? You bastard, you're just trying to toy with me, you're just like that bastard, you're not men! ”

Descartes' heart trembled, as if he had been told what he was talking about.

To tell the truth, the reason why he has been hiding the affairs of himself and Angeli in the pain and entanglement is not as Zhenma said, a large part of the reason is because of the coveting of her flesh, since that day when he walked into the room called the "Leiden Hotel", Descartes has changed unconsciously, he is no longer the boy who is simply like the boy next door, he has become obsessed with the flesh of women, and has begun to sink into those pink temptations.

For Zhenma, he has three points of sympathy, six points of desire, and true love, I am afraid that it is not even half of it.

With such feelings, how could he have the confidence to refute Zhenma's question?

Descartes is like a frosted eggplant, bowing its head in shame.

What he didn't know was that if he really raised his head and quibbled, or didn't admit it like Ronaldo, Zhenma might really get angry, and then cut off Descartes according to her personality, and never got along with each other, but he lowered his head now, and a good baby who was beaten and scolded made Zhenma instantly don't know what to do.

This man, after all, was chosen by herself, and it is absolutely impossible to say that there is no emotion.

He originally thought that this was a pure man who could afford her purest love, but he didn't expect that good men, like virgins, have become very rare in this world.

Is he to blame? Or should I hate him?

Or is it like in the soap opera, as long as he doesn't get married for a day, he still has a chance?

Zhenma only felt like a numb heart, as the daughter of the famous Mr. Bean, the education and attention he received since childhood were unimaginable to ordinary people, her self-esteem would never allow herself to have a man with another woman at the same time, since she chose to leave Ronaldo resolutely, now she will naturally not be cheeky to stay by Descartes' side anymore.

Maybe it was the wrong choice from the start, a man six years younger than himself? Hehe, I should have known that he was unreliable.

Gemma shed a tear of sadness or anger, and then, under Descartes' pained and guilty eyes, she silently collected her salute and turned and walked out of the apartment.

A relationship, no matter how vigorous it is, will eventually fall silent in the ordinary, there is only one reason for people to come together, but there are many reasons for separation.

Some are helpless, and some have no regrets.

It's just that when she walked out of the door of the apartment, Zhenma still felt a flustered for no reason, she turned her head, looked at Descartes, and stopped talking a few times, of course, Descartes also saw her movements, and hurriedly walked out and asked, "What's the matter, is there anything else you want to tell me?" I'm sorry, I'm willing to do anything for you to compensate ......"

"I don't want your compensation." Zhenma shook her head stubbornly, then pursed her lips and forced herself to endure the sourness in her heart and asked, "I just want to ask you one question, have you really loved me during this time?" ”

Descartes was once again in silence, a terrible silence.

This silence shattered the last bit of hope in Gemma's heart, and a wry smile appeared on her pale face, and then she said solemnly to Descartes: "Thank you for your honesty, at least you let me go without regrets." ”

Descartes didn't know if she said this because of sarcasm or because of the death of her heart, he just understood one thing, when Gemma walked out of this door, he and she had nothing to do with her anymore.

Unlike those flesh and bones who are just a night of passion, Gemma gave her true feelings in this relationship, which is the main reason for Descartes' heartache and shame, and it is really the greatest regret of a man's life to live up to such a beautiful woman.

But for some reason, Descartes felt relieved in his guilt, and Zhenma chose to take the initiative to leave, which was equivalent to saving him from the dire situation, at least so that he would no longer have that feeling of lack of confidence when facing Angeli.

Sure enough, before noon, Descartes received a call from Ann Jieli, on the other end of the microphone, the little girl's tone was crying, as if she was holding back her crying, Ann Jieli just said softly: "Descartes, you owe me an explanation." ”

Descartes was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and said into the microphone with mixed feelings: "I'm sorry, Ann Jieli......"

The voice on the other side of the microphone suddenly stopped, and the silence was terrifying.

Descartes immediately continued: "It's just a misunderstanding, Gemma has fallen out of love, and I want to comfort her, but I don't expect it...... But it was just an accident, and we've made it clear, and I'll never have anything to do with her again. ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and then a faint voice came: "Really? ”

"I swear!" Descartes hurriedly replied in the most sincere tone: "I never thought things would turn out like this, but I promise, Ann Jieli, that I will not have any contact with her in the future." ”

"Can I trust you, Brother Deska?" Angeli's voice sounded uneasy, even using a long-ago salutation, which made Descartes feel very weak: "You seem to have changed. ”

Of course, Descartes would not admit it, and although he did not know that he had changed a lot, he still said to Angelia in the most sincere tone: "I will never change with you, Ann Jieli, believe me." ”

There was a quiet sobbing on the other end of the line, and then Descartes heard a soft voice that seemed to float down from the sky: "Brother Descartes, you must cherish me." (To be continued......)