A waiter came in and asked if he wanted to start the meal, and I said wait, and the waiter withdrew.

Unlocking the phone, I wanted to make a call to him, but my finger fell on his name, but I hesitated.

Let's wait, he has always been a very time-conscious person, and he usually doesn't be late easily, maybe something is delayed.

He must have put a lot of effort into setting up this room, and it was impossible not to come. Even if something doesn't come at the moment, he will definitely give me a call.

I kept trying to convince myself of all sorts of reasons, but the uneasiness in my heart became more and more uncontrollably stronger.

I waited for an hour, but he hadn't come, and I was completely panicked.

I finally dialed his number, but there was no answer.

Why don't you answer the phone? Is it in a meeting? Or is something else going on?

I can't stay calm anymore.

Just as I was getting up to go to the office to look for him, the door was pushed open and he finally showed up at the door.

In late autumn and early winter, the weather was already very cold, but his suit was not worn on his arms, and he only wore a thin white shirt on his upper body.

"Long waiting!" He walked in.

I was relieved to see that he was still doing well, proving that everything that had been done before was my whims.

"It's okay, I didn't have to wait long."

He probably had already greeted him when he came, so the waiter brought in all the food and drinks.

He sat down across the long table, put down his suit, and didn't explain why he was so late, only to say, "Hungry, aren't you?" Eat first. ”

He himself opened a bottle of wine, poured a full glass and drank it dry, and then filled the second one.

Between me and him, there were a few candles jumping, and his face was reflected in the dim flickering light, which I couldn't really see. But I could vaguely sense that he wasn't in the right state.

"Why don't you eat it? Not to your taste? He suddenly looked up and asked me.

"No, that's good." I say.

"That's good." He drank the second cup again.

Glass after glass, he didn't actually eat anything at all, but kept drinking.

"Drink less, your stomach itself is not good." I say.

He smiled faintly, and said with a slight drunkenness, "It's been good for a long time, it's not that weak." ”

As he spoke, he reached out to get the bottle again, only to find that it was empty, so he opened a second bottle.

I finally couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?" Get up on the wrong side of the bed? Is the company going wrong? ”

He didn't answer my words, but poured himself another glass, which overflowed.

After taking a sip of it, he put down his glass, leaned back, as if he was drunk, and unbuttoned the top of his shirt and pulled open the collar, revealing a tight chest.

"Are you satisfied with the setup here today?" He asked me suddenly.

Through the dim candlelight, his eyes seemed deeper and deeper, and his slightly drunk gaze seemed to suppress some kind of emotion, what it was, I couldn't see through.

"Good." I say.

He nodded, "It's good to be satisfied, I want to have a good ending." ”

I was stunned for a moment, "What is the end?" ”

He sat up straight, with both hands resting on the table, looked at me more seriously than before, and said word by word, "We, it's over!" ”

It was as if a muffled thunder had suddenly exploded in my mind, and I was stunned, looking at him like a fool, and my voice was so soft that I couldn't even hear it.

"Why?"

He bit his lip and stared at one place without focus, as if he was thinking about something.

It was a long time before he spoke.

"Need to have a why? There is no reason at the beginning, and there is no need for a reason at the end. ”

His words were so frivolous that my nose began to sour.

But I don't think it's right, obviously he was so good to me, his kindness made me almost quickly cross that hurdle, indulged in happiness, and he also said that he owed me a wedding, I don't believe he would become so fast.

"Don't tease me, it's not funny."

I didn't dare to look him in the eyes, because his eyes were so serious that they made me panic.

"Shen Yu, I'm serious. Tomorrow, we will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to handle the divorce. ”

I could see that he was serious. He didn't look like a joke at all.

It was as if I heard the sound of my heart shattering.

"But why? We've been through so much that it's not easy for us to start a peaceful life, and I don't want to end it. ”

I know I'm putting myself low, and I don't mind whispering in front of him.

At this moment, I have only one thought in my heart, I don't want to end, I can't end, I want to live with him for the rest of my life.

"Do you care much about what my sister-in-law said that day? Actually, you don't have to take it to heart, I'm ...... with my sister-in-law."

"It's not." He interrupted me faintly.

"It's not about anyone else, it's my problem with you."

As if he was afraid that I wouldn't hear clearly, he spoke very slowly, and he bit every word very clearly.

Before I came, including after coming here and seeing the room, I was expecting that he would propose to me because he said he owed me a wedding that day. But the psychological gap between what he said and what he said was too big for me.

I frantically picked up the wine on the table and poured it, as my hands were shaking uncontrollably and spilling a lot outside.

After drinking a glass of wine, the spicy sensation irritated my throat and did not overshadow the pain in my heart.

"What's the problem between us?" I asked with suppressed heartache.

He took a cigarette and lit it, and a layer of smoke quickly blocked my vision, and I couldn't see his expression more and more clearly.

"Between us is your father, my father."

Listening to his heavy voice, my eyes moistened.

"But it's not your fault, it's not mine, is it?"

"I have a hard conscience!" His voice grew deeper.

My heart hurts, but I still don't believe it.

"Who said it was just me? Who said I should never leave? Who said to travel next year? Who said they owe me a wedding? ”

My questioning made him frown, and he simply poured another glass of wine and drank it, his voice a little heavy as he put it down.

"You left for more than half a year last year, but you said that the child is mine, Shen Yu, do you think it is credible?"

I stared at him incredulously, almost biting my own lip.

"You, what did you say?"

He took a drag on his cigarette and his voice penetrated through the clouds.

"I said, let's get divorced."

I smiled miserably, "Xue Duyun, are you telling the truth?" Are you talking about people? ”

He closed his eyes, one hand resting wearily on his forehead, his finger bones rubbing his eyebrows.

"Shen Yu, you know, what I decide will basically not change. Everyone is an adult, I hope you can be a little more free, you can mention anything, I will try to satisfy you. ”

I grabbed my bag and stood up, looking at him with sorrow.

"What do you think I'm lacking right now? I want you, I want a home, is that okay? ”

He put the cigarette in his mouth and didn't look at me.

I glanced at the ironic romance that filled the room, smiled, turned around and ran out with my bag.

Walking to the door, I turned around and saw Xue Duyun picking up the wine bottle again, pouring himself a drink, and didn't look at me at all.

Retracting my gaze, I stepped out of the door and found Lao Yang leaning against the door.

I lowered my head and quickened my pace, not wanting him to see the tears on my face.

"I'll send you." He said behind me.

I sniffed and said, "No. ”

I went from a brisk walk to a trot, and from a trot to a fast run. I don't want to cry, really, why should I be sad if he is so determined, but I can't control my tears.

I think my face was probably grimacing, and a lot of people looked at me curiously along the way, and I ran off my high heels on the way, but I didn't care, and ended up running barefoot.

Running out of the hotel, I bumped into a man.

"I'm sorry!"

I was so depressed that I didn't look up, and was about to walk away, but he grabbed me.

"Where to go? I'll send you. ”

Hearing the familiar voice, I raised my head, only to find that it was Jiang Feng.

He looked at my face closely, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

I shook my hand and rummaged through the car keys in my bag.

"No, I drove the car."

Taking a step, he grabbed me again.

"Are you so excited to drive your own car now, do you want your child to have no mother?"

It was too poisonous, but it was very useful, and I finally compromised.

The children are going to have no complete home, and they can't afford to lose me anymore. No matter what blow I suffered, I had to be strong.

A cold wind blew, and I shivered, stepping on the ground outside the hotel with my bare feet, and the cold felt like the soles of my feet.

Jiang Feng glanced down at my feet, suddenly picked me up, strode towards his car, and stuffed me into the co-pilot.

He didn't ask me where I was going, he just started the car and drove slowly.

I felt like I was blinded by the receding neon outside the car window, and my eyes were sore all the time.

I hadn't drunk much, but I had a drunken feeling, in a trance, and felt that everything that happened tonight was like a dream, and I hope it was just a dream.

Unfortunately, no, because my heart hurts so much, it hurts so really, it hurts so much that it feels like my chest is about to burst.

I don't know how long I left, but I said, "Take me to Yoso." ”

The car stopped at the entrance of Yuzhuang, and I could see the statue of Mrs. Zhuang inside when I sat in the car.

Mrs. Zhuang is the woman I admire the most, she lives a chic and successful life, she may have had love, she has been married, but in the end there is no man by her side.

"It's not like a woman can't live without a man."

I looked at the statue of Mrs. Zhuang and muttered.

"You still have me." Jiang Feng suddenly grabbed my hand and said.

I withdrew my hand, avoiding his burning gaze. Remembering that day in the bar, that fiery kiss he had with Nadong, I said, "What about Nadong?" The person you are responsible for is her, does every man like to play with women? ”

Jiang Feng held the steering wheel with both hands, leaned back in the chair, and raised his head.

"She's My ......"

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