Chapter 165 Reunion in the hustle and bustle

By the time she returned to the dormitory, Iman was exhausted, exhausted from the experience of the past few days. She turned off all the lights and covered her head with a quilt, and the feeling of being in the dark was not as terrible as she imagined. On the contrary, there is a kind of cover-up, and no one will ever see the sadness in her heart again.

She closed her eyes and slept happily, until the sun rose the next day, and then she dragged her lazy body out of bed.

Iman's vacation has arrived, and indulging in grief can't fill her stomach, and continuing to go to work is her life. Iman changed into his overalls, and at the same time changed out of his past.

When she walked into the store, she noticed that everyone was looking at her strangely, and even muttering to herself. Iman laughed in his heart, could it be that those bad things in his past were discovered by the whole world? Even if the whole world knows about it, what does her own business have to do with them.

She walked forward casually, but was pulled by Su Sihan. Iman was a little puzzled, she looked at Su Sihan's stunned eyes, and the newspaper in her hand, a bad premonition arose.

However, what else was waiting for her in the world, her heart had become invincible. --

She ignored Su Sihan's stunnedness, took the newspaper in her hand, and was instantly shocked by the pictures and words on it!

"The mysterious woman appeared at Director Yue's wedding, suspected to be the wife of the director of Jincheng!"

There is also a lot of news reported below, all of which are related to Iman's whereabouts in the past few days. Since when has Iman become the object of attention of these entertainment journalists? Don't they all say that entertainment reporters only focus on big names? She's just a little shrimp, and it's worth all these people's trouble? And Mrs. Director, maybe she used to be like that, but now she just feels ashamed. That identity is just a constant reminder that she is not a free person. She also has a marriage contract with Cheng Xian!

Iman lost his mind for a moment, and the entertainment newspaper slowly fell from Iman's hand to the ground, and sensational music was playing on a loop in the store, and his mind seemed to swell for a moment.

The people around him have already poured over like a tide, and the first to ask is Su Sihan, "Sister Qing, that 'Iman' is exactly the same as what you are wearing, and I personally picked out that sunglasses for you!" ”

"Mrs. Director, I don't know what a director is like in my life."

"If you want me to say, the directors must be the kind of handsome and affectionate, just like in the TV series!"

"A group of dirt buns, that's Jincheng Pictures, you can check it casually, the former director Cheng Xian, and this director Yan Guangchen, they are all beautiful men who are rare to see in a century. I don't know whose wife our sister Qing is? ”

There were also some people with newspapers in their hands, and after seeing Yan Guangchen's photo, they immediately couldn't help but exclaim, "It's Yan Dong!" I often see it on TV, and it's really Yan Dong! ”

Iman's legs went limp, and he was almost fainting from the stimulation of these people's words. It's work time, are these people fed? Why don't you go to be a paparazzi for such gossip. Or is it so important to discuss other people's privacy?

She wanted to say something to stop the discussion, but she couldn't say a word when she opened her mouth. Her brain hurt so badly that she just wanted to find a place to drill down and be quiet. But these people are noisy!

Iman pushed through the layers of people and ran out with all his strength. This place, she just couldn't stay any longer.

However, she ran too fast and crashed into a man's arms. It was an incredibly solid chest, and she could almost hear the other person's heartbeat. A faint masculine scent reached Iman's nose, with a slight familiarity.

Iman looked up, and the whole person seemed to be hooked, and only shock remained. She shook her spirits and sat down on the ground.

The person in front of him turned out to be Cheng Xian!

I haven't seen him for three years, and he is still so burly and angular. Dressed in a black suit and a white shirt, he really looks like a rich and handsome man. It's just that he is darker than three years ago, and his whole person is becoming more and more mature.

As for Iman, she has lost a lot of weight, and she is not as white and tender as before, there are many fine lines next to her eyes, and her beautiful apricot eyes have lost their former aura, leaving only indifference. Today, she is no different from ordinary people.

See you again today, she is still so rustic, so unlikeable.

It's just that what makes Iman wonder is that Cheng Xian is not reflecting in prison, how could he suddenly appear here!

She sat on the floor and didn't feel cold at all. Cheng Xian half-bowed, and stretched out his hand so handsomely.

No matter how down-and-out he was, he always gracefully acted like a nobleman.

Iman didn't stretch out his hand, but looked at Cheng Xian in a daze. The crowd behind him had already poured over, and there was a sigh in his ears. Of course, there are also sharp-eyed people who recognize Chengxian at a glance. He even ran over to ask the city dignitary to sign it.

Of course, Cheng Xian didn't pay attention to these people, and he only had Iman in his eyes who had been thinking about it for three years. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his whole face glowed softly. This charming smile once intoxicated Iman, but at this moment she only felt strange. She even felt that the person in front of her had something to do with her.

"If you don't get up again, I'll go and hug you."

There was a shallow pampering in the gentle voice, and for a moment Iman wanted to indulge. But the person in front of him is Chengxian. It was the one who killed her closest people. How can she still have a little nostalgia.

In the past three years, she thought that she had completely forgotten this abusive relationship, but at this moment, she found that she was deceiving herself at all.

Her suspicions and vacillation are just because she can't let go.

Iman put his hands on the ground and stood up on his own. And Cheng Xian's hand fell in mid-air, embarrassed and restrained.

Iman automatically ignored everything in the city, and what she wanted to forget appeared in front of her eyes at this moment. She didn't understand what was being calculated behind Cheng Xian's gentleness. No matter what he's calculating, as long as Iman doesn't get close to him, then there will never be a chance to be hurt again.

She walked past Cheng Xian, leaving Cheng Xian with a lonely face.

It turned out that he had been waiting for these three years in vain. He thought that as long as he repented and put down all his shelves, he could get Iman back. Who would know that Iman would turn into the indifference and despair he is today. But he didn't give up, and he ran out in Iman's footsteps.

Cheng Xian held Iman in his arms fiercely, and the warmth he had not felt for a long time almost fell. He quietly felt Iman's breathing, felt Iman's heartbeat, but he couldn't feel Iman's temperature. Even so, he still didn't want to let go. He thought about this hug for three years and read it for three years. And now he was finally able to hold Iman in his arms.

Iman was still so small, so soft, and holding it in his arms was like holding a doll. What's different is that through her work clothes, Cheng Xian can almost feel her towering bones. This feeling made Cheng Xian extremely self-reproachful and extremely distressed.

Just when Cheng Xian self-righteously felt that he had melted Iman, Iman came to say something.

"Enough hugging?!"

Although the tone was very light, it was filled with countless disgust. When Cheng Xian heard this, his body trembled obviously, and his hand involuntarily let go.

"Manman, you and I haven't seen each other for three years, don't you miss me?"

Cheng Xian's eyes were filled with endless tenderness and longing, and he really looked like an affectionate prince.

But Iman's words were cold to the bone, without the slightest warmth, "Want? I'm wondering why you don't die yet. ”

Cheng Xian's brows frowned slightly, but Iman was still so aggressive, as if he had to provoke all his emotions to explode before he could be willing. But then he was relieved. Iman is still willing to be so-for-tat, which shows that she still has him in her heart. If you really don't care, what do you do with these resentful words.

Cheng Xian didn't bother with Iman, but smiled with his eyebrows, "However, in the past three years, I have stopped thinking about you all the time. ”

In the past, Cheng Xian was irritable, but now he clearly understands what forbearance is. Even in the face of Iman's verbal provocation, he can calmly deal with it.

Iman obviously didn't know what to say in the face of such a "good-tempered" Chengxian. She lowered her eyes and began her silence again.

However, her silence did not exchange for the same silence of Cheng Xian. Cheng Xian was still so gentle, "I know you're still angry with me, and I've thought about it, or I'll let you go." But after all these years, I still can't let you go. I know you can't let me go, can you? ”

Such a gentle Chengxian put down all his figures, just for an answer from Iman. If it's an ordinary girl, it's definitely a mess of emotion.

Iman's eyes were still indifferent, "I'm sorry, I've forgotten all the things in the past." ”

Cheng Xian flattered to pull Iman's hand, only to find that Iman's hand was full of calluses. In his memory, Iman's hands were soft, soft like a ball of cotton. But now her hands were covered with calluses, as if they had been working for many years, and some of them even rubbed his skin.

His eyes were red, and at this moment he just wanted to protect Iman in his arms and use all his strength to care for her and warm her.

"Since you forgot, let me help you remember."

With that, he kissed Iman on the lips. The cherry-like lips have been slightly peeled, and they no longer have the touch they used to have. But Cheng Xian was addicted, and the more he kissed, the deeper he kissed, he could hardly stop.