There was a moment of lingering thoughts, if Mr. Luo was there just now, would I be more uplifted, and it wouldn't hurt so much?

I also know that he is out of my reach, so why should I deceive myself.

The night breeze in Shanghai is as cold as a bone to me.

He didn't say a word to me all the way, only threw down a sentence before parting: "If you want to drink, you can practice the amount of alcohol and then come out to mix." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then lowered my eyebrows and said respectfully, "Thank you, Mr. Luo."

took out the supplementary card he had just found from the front desk, and was about to swipe the door open, when he suddenly remembered something, and subconsciously asked: "Mr. Luo, my bag seems to be still in your room." ”

He paused, glanced back at me, and said in a deep voice, "Take it yourself." ”

I answered, but my mood was inexplicably apprehensive, I always felt that something was wrong, but because I had already screamed, I could only meet it head-on, and entered the luxurious room two rooms apart from each other. Grimacing, I picked up the bag that was lying on the floor, and when I turned around, it crashed into his strong chest.

His body froze as if he had been electrocuted. Such a close distance, such a clear and audible breath, each other's temperatures are glued together, and the world around them is momentarily frozen.

He suddenly hugged me into his arms, like a raging storm, his thick lips pressed down, invaded my lips and tongue strongly and domineeringly, and before I came back to my senses, he held the back of my head with one hand, and leaned forward, kissing wantonly.

It's a lonely man and a widow again, and it's a lonely and hurtful night. I tossed and turned in his fiery kisses, struggling, thrashing, and the whole body seemed to be bathed in a raging fire.

I don't know what motives he had for hugging me, and I wouldn't be stupid enough to think he liked me. Maybe he can read the heartfelt desires of a wounded woman, not to mention that he needs to hug people in his arms for a long night.

If it weren't for my clarity and finally pushing away his strength, I think I would have been dismantled by him this night.

I rushed back to my room as if I was fleeing, and my heart was pounding like a drum. Splash your face with cold water to calm yourself down.

The second runaway was terrifying.

Will it be embarrassing tomorrow? He won't, but I can't.

I took out my mobile phone and typed out a few lines: Mr. Luo, I'm sorry, thank you for taking care of me, I hope there will be no next time for what happened just now, it must be.

After typing back and forth, I checked it back and forth a few times, and after a few hesitations, I pressed the delete button. Perhaps in his opinion, this kind of episode will be easily turned over tomorrow, and such a text message is tantamount to wanting to welcome and reject. Why bother to provoke him.

***

I leaned against the smooth wall of the bathroom, thinking back to the episode in the hospital just now, and I only felt a little bleak.

Three weeks after the breakup, the woman was three months pregnant.

Zeng Weihua, you ride a donkey to find a horse, and the spare tire is really useful. I'm that stupid donkey.

At this time, a WeChat message slipped in.

Zeng Weihua: Shu Hua, she was talking nonsense just now, don't care.

I replied to him: I won't care, I'll just listen to the mad dog barking. Congratulations on becoming a dad yet.

Zeng Weihua: Shuhua, I know I'm sorry for you. Shall we have a good talk?

I was just about to reply, but he said again: Is that man your boyfriend? I'm talking about the owner of the suit. When did you turn it in?

I sneered: I'm afraid that's the focus of tonight's text message. Every man can't hide his prying heart for his ex and incumbent.

In the gloom, the mobile phone rang happily. I grabbed it and looked at it, and I hurriedly adjusted my emotions and picked it up.