The bathroom was quiet, and Liang Jiaming shrank a little in the corner, looking up at Fu Ziyu, with tears on her face not dry. -79-

Fu Ziyu clenched his fists, struggling in his heart, and spoke with difficulty.

“…… Do I think you're a sister? It's like a kiss. ”

He couldn't be cruel to himself after all.

Liang Jiaming's heart sank quickly in this sentence.

She 'twitched' her nose, held back her tears, and her tone seemed to be a little sarcastic, fluttering: "You say...... Younger sister? ”

Fu Ziyu looked at her and saw the disappointment in her eyes, and he felt uncomfortable.

He knew exactly what the title she wanted, but that promise was too hard for him to give.

A unique position in this world used to be Lu Niansheng's, even if Lu Niansheng was not rare, he didn't want to give it to others when he left.

He sighed, "Jia Ming, I know what you think, but you should think about yourself, I am very 'excited' about you, so I want to take care of you, but this is not love, if I am really with you, but I am not responsible for you, do you want to live with a man who doesn't love you for the rest of your life?" ”

Liang Jiaming's shoulders 'pumped' and 'pumped', and then lowered her head again, her long hair hanging down, hiding her expression.

Talking around the bend is just looking for a nice excuse to reject her, how could she not hear it?

Fu Ziyu said again: "The matter of the scar has not yet been decided, after all, we don't go to many hospitals, when I inquire again and ask about the hospital that repairs the scar better, I will take you there." ”

Liang Jiaming didn't speak, lowered her head, and her forehead rested on her knees, very sad.

Fu Ziyu obviously divorced Lu Niansheng, but still refused to accept her, and this frustration tormented her deeply.

She hated Lu Niansheng so much that she left, and she still occupied Fu Ziyu's heart.

Seeing that Liang Jiaming was quiet and didn't say a word, Fu Ziyu slowly took a few steps forward, and was a little embarrassed to look at it.

All she had was a bath towel covering the focus, and a large patch of light, 'naked' skin was under her eyes, including the horrific scar.

He thought about it, went to the outside room and took a random piece of Liang Jiaming's coat, folded it back and approached her, and draped it on her, "You will catch a cold like this, get up quickly." ”

His tone was still gentle, just like before, but what was the difference?

She looked up slowly, her wet eyes looking at him's heart tightening.

Seeing that she did not move, he went to take her hand.

She was dragged by him to the bedroom and settled on the 'bed', and he folded the quilt for her again, and was about to leave, but she held her hand.

He glanced down at her, understood, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She asked, "Ziyu, you still like Nian Sheng, don't you?" ”

Fu Ziyu was stunned for a moment.

It took a few seconds before responding: "We used to be husband and wife, and her traces in my heart are not so easy to erase." ”

Liang Jiaming smiled, "Are you unable to forget, or do you not want to forget at all?" ”

The question was sharp, and his fingers tightened unconsciously.

He had to admit that after the divorce, his time became very long.

It's long, and it doesn't feel any meaning.

Lu Niansheng seems to have taken away his enthusiasm and 'excitement' for life, and with her departure, his life has become pale and powerless, living like a year, and every day the walking corpse walks like 'meat'.

He couldn't find a target.

He once thought that even if he fell to the bottom, as long as Lu Niansheng was with him, he would be able to make a comeback, and he would let Lu Niansheng live a good life, but now, such a big . The group is still in his hands, so stable, but he is still not satisfied.

The empty 'hole' in his heart can't be filled, and every time he dreams back at midnight, he misses Lu Niansheng like crazy.

I once had the impulse to dial Lu Niansheng's number with my mobile phone, but every time I restrained myself at the end, again and again.

He had thrown away his armor and given up everything for her, so humble, and he still wanted to protect what little pride and self-esteem he had.

Sometimes he would say to himself, don't think about her anymore, he tried to devote himself to work, to 'socialize' with people, to distract himself, but it was useless, whenever he was quiet, whenever he was alone, he would always think involuntarily-

Where is she now, and how is she doing?

Seeing that Fu Zi was in a trance, Liang Jiaming knew that he must have thought of Lu Niansheng, and she tightened his hand.

Fu Ziyu came back to his senses and looked down at her, "I'm over with her, Jia Ming, my rejection is not aimed at you, I just experienced a failed marriage now, and I can't accept anyone." ”

Liang Jiaming 'pumped' and 'snorted', "Then I'll wait for you." ”

"You ......" Fu Ziyu was a little helpless, "you shouldn't waste time on me." ”

"My reputation has already stinked, and now I have such a scar, even if I don't wait for you, will anyone want me?"

As soon as she said this, the topic became heavy again.

These are all Fu Ziyu's debts.

Fu Ziyu 'touched' her hair, "Don't think about it so much, take care of your injuries first, and when you get better, we will do surgery to repair the scar." ”

She was silent for a few seconds, and finally smiled reluctantly, "Okay, I won't 'force' you, I will listen to you." ”

As if she had collected all her emotions, she wiped her face, "I'm sorry, I just lost my temper." ”

Fu Ziyu was silent and speechless.

Sometimes such a well-behaved and obedient person is more lethal than the previous hysteria.

Make him more guilty.

But he couldn't say anything more to comfort her, just smiled, got up and went out.

That night, he went to the "'Charm'" to find Han Lie.

Although Fu Ziyu's divorce was handled in a low-key manner, after such a long time, it can be regarded as spreading in the circle.

Originally, everyone was not optimistic, after all, Fu Ziyu and Liang Jiaming were originally recognized as official partners, and Lu Niansheng was such a daughter who suddenly appeared, everyone did not approve of it from the bottom of their hearts, and this ending was expected, Han Lie saw that Fu Ziyu was not in a high mood, and patted Fu Ziyu on the shoulder on the sofa in the box.

"Want to open a little, how big is it? Isn't she just a 'woman'......"

Han Lie belongs to the type of person who treats 'female' people as playthings, and the leaves in the ten thousand 'flowers' bushes do not touch him, Fu Ziyu didn't expect Han Lie to understand, and smiled bitterly, "Don't be sarcastic about me." ”

Han Lie recalled the scene of meeting Lu Niansheng before, in the box, Lu Niansheng directly gave Fu Ziyu a slap, he smiled, "That girl from the Lu family is really wild." ”

Hearing Lu Niansheng from others, at this moment, Fu Ziyu was in a trance.

It turns out that so much time has passed.

Since she left, his sense of time had actually become blurred.

Most of the people around him don't talk about her, and sometimes he thinks that she is as unreal as a giant hallucination that belongs to him alone.

Her smile, every move, once deeply imprinted in his mind, but it has faded due to the baptism of time.

How he was going to forget, how to remember, he didn't know, he couldn't go forward.

Han Lie called a few girls who accompanied the wine to come to the box, and kindly stuffed one around Fu Ziyu, the girl hugged Fu Ziyu's arm and spoke like a coquette, "Mr. Fu Mr. Fu" kept calling.

Fu Ziyu was irritable for a while and poured wine violently.

The end result is drunk, leaning back on the couch and watching others 'intertwin'.

The girl who accompanied the wine snuggled in his arms, and the smell of perfume rubbed against his clothes, and he became angry for no reason, and pushed it away, "Stay away from me." ”

The girl was at a loss.

He took a deep breath and lit a cigarette, and he suddenly felt lonely in this moment.

It's lonely.

It seems that he is the only one left in this world, but it is clear that this world is so lively.

He staggered to his feet and went to the bathroom to vomit, throwing away the cigarette in his hand, and his stomach was 'smoking'.

Closing the 'door' of the restroom tightly, keeping the music and the noise out, he rinsed his mouth and threw a handful of cold water on his face, trying to sober up.

It's useless, it's all hazy in front of me, and my head is dizzy.

With his back against the wall, he squatted down for a while, 'touching' his phone.

The phone number that hasn't been dialed out no matter how many times it has been dialed, is right on the screen.

The devil sent the gods, and he pressed the dial.

The ringtone rang for a long time before it was answered.

After answering, he didn't speak.

There was still a faint sound of music across the 'door' of the room, Fu Ziyu held the phone in one hand and pressed his forehead with the other, and the wine 'essence' was running hot in the blood.

He opened his mouth hoarsely.

"Nian Sheng......"