Understand, how can you not understand. Chen Wan's every subsequent step proved how right she had chosen in the first place.

Song Wan put down the spatula and looked back at Chen Wan.

Chen Wan, who has shoulder-length short hair, is much more mature and confident than five years ago, and the greenness between her eyebrows and eyes has faded, and the years have added to her heritage.

In the past few years, she has really had a good life.

It's so good that Song Wan feels that Chen Wan's current behavior is somewhat ridiculous.

You can't have both fish and bear's paws, it's a truth that even elementary school students understand, but they have to ask.

"What do you want me to say, that we're reconciled?"

Song Wan looked at Chen Wan and chuckled, slightly mocking, "You are too greedy." ”

The expression on Chen Wan's face changed, but she didn't flinch, she stepped forward and tried to hold Song Wan's hand, but Song Wan bypassed her.

"Looks like you're really not going to forgive me." Chen Wan felt very sorry, "I thought we could go back to the past. ”

"Since you made the decision, you should go to your future well, instead of delusional, I am willing to be your stepping stone to the top."

"Late, late."

Song Wan picked up the spatula and turned around, "I'm going to work." ”

"Okay." With another light sigh, Chen Wan said, "Then Ah Sheng and I will go first, since you also know Ah Sheng, we will have time to eat together." ”

After speaking, Chen Wan walked out. After a while, there was the sound of the door closing in the living room of the villa.

The world has finally quieted down.

But Song Wan didn't have the heart to continue painting, she put down her tools, sat on the wooden chair in the corner of the study, and lit a cigarette.

In the midst of the smoke, she remembered some past events that she didn't want to recall.

When I was young, who didn't have a good sister who would drill quilts together and talk about their hearts and think about the future.

Chen Wan and her were so good back then.

They both love to paint and often go together to collect style, Chen Wan lives in her uncle's house, and life under the fence is not easy, especially when she has a cousin who is not smiling.

Chen Wan often doesn't like to go home, so she often stays in the pear orchard.

Before the age of 18, Song Zhiyi was a normal mother, and the pear garden was not very warm, but here, Chen Wan did not have to be restrained.

At that time, Chen Wan always said that it would be good if she and Song Wan were sisters.

She envied Song Wan for having her mother by her side, and she also envied Song Wan for having an uncle like Jiang Zhengnan who was good to her.

Oh, yes.

At that time, although Song Wan did not have her father's love, she had an uncle who loved her more than her father.

They all thought that Jiang Zhengnan's kindness to Song Wan was his love for the house and Wu, and his love.

Song Wan also thought.

Until the age of 18, she became an adult.

Jiang Zhengnan's feelings have been backlogged for many years, and he finally 'keeps the clouds' open. ’

The room filled with alcohol, Song Wan's hand asking for help, and Chen Wan's shocked eyes when she stood outside the door.

So stark.

She thought she would save her.

As long as she is willing to reach out and gently push the door open, as long as she is willing to stop the passing attendant, and even, as long as she is willing to call her name....

But--

No, neither.

Chen Wan turned around and closed the uncovered door with her own hands, extinguishing Song Wan's only light.

--

Chen Wan's sensibility has brought her a bright future.

A letter of recommendation allowed her to successfully enter the best international art school, and the high tuition fee was borne by someone.

18-year-old Chen Wan admired Song Wan more than now.

Back then, Chen Wan could stand in front of her and say so firmly, "Wanwan, what I want more than friendship is the future, I'm fed up with the days when I even buy paints, I have to reach out to someone to ask for money, and look at people's faces, even if you break off your friendship with me because of this, I don't regret closing that door." ”

Naturally, she will not regret it now. After all, even Song Wan felt that the choice she made was very right.

It's just that people's hearts can be so greedy.

If you have the future you want, you shouldn't have the luxury of giving up the friendship at the beginning, it's hard to recover, and the broken mirror won't be reunited.

Riddled with holes and devastated is always in tatters and cannot be recycled.

--

The cigarette in Song Wan's hand came to an end, and the ash fell to the ground, she pinched the cigarette butt and looked at the last scarlet.

Until, that little bit of red light went out.

Song Wan got up, walked to the corner of the door, and threw the cigarette butt in.

When he looked up, he didn't expect to meet a pair of black eyes, Lu Sheng leaned against the door of the study, staring at her for a moment.

"Why didn't you leave?"

Because of surprise, Song Wan subconsciously asked, obviously there was a sound of the door closing downstairs just now.

Lu Sheng straightened up, "My own house, I can leave whenever I want." ”

After the words fell, his eyes swept over Song Wan's face, fell into the study, and then walked in with long legs and sat in the position where Song Wan was sitting just now.

Lowering his head and glancing at the cigarette ash on the ground, Lu Sheng pulled his lips, "That's how you worked for me?" ”

He had a cold face and was very dissatisfied, "I paid you to do things, and you are here to give me a leisure?" ”

It's a bit of a mistake.

Song Wan glanced at him and said, "We don't charge by working hours, I'm just idle, and I won't ask you for a penny." ”

"It's about money?" Lu Sheng asked Song Wan rhetorically.

The boss's posture was very high, Song Wan didn't know what he wanted to do, so he said coolly, "I hope you have a clear distinction between public and private." ”

Lu Sheng's madness at the moment, and the stubble he was looking for, in Song Wan's opinion, were all deliberate revenge after he was kicked out last night.

Lu Sheng sighed and reminded Song Wan, "Do you know what it means to distinguish between public and private? I'm calling you a man now. ”

In that way, she was telling Song Wan that the reason why she could feel free to do whatever she wanted in Qiushuitai before was completely because of the blessing of sleeping with her at night.

Now that I don't sleep with you, it's naturally not so good.

The man turned his face, and he was really ruthless.

Song Wan faintly, "I know." ”

"You know a p." The calmer Song Wan was, the more angry Lu Sheng became, "Lao Tzu has no land to live now." ”

Song Wan, "...."

After two seconds of silence, Song Wan said, "I understand." ”

"What do you understand?"

Lu Sheng asked her with cold eyes.

Song Wan picked up the spatula and said, "I know that you don't have a place to live, so I'm in a hurry to call it a day here and move in." ”

"It's good to understand."

Lu Sheng snorted.

Song Wan turned around and started working, and two minutes later, she turned around briefly, looked at Lu Sheng, who was sitting in the same place and fiddled with her mobile phone, frowned and said, "Don't leave yet?" ”

Lu Sheng didn't even bother to raise his head, and replied as he should, "Supervise you." ”

“....”

Song Wan pursed her lips, it was indeed a matter of course.

Lu Sheng, a scoundrel, is not an ordinary scoundrel, whoever makes this house his, he is the owner of the money.

Song Wan could only tell herself, just treat him as air.

Song Wan turned her head to continue working, but she didn't notice that Lu Sheng put down the mobile phone in her hand when she turned around.

A pair of dark eyes fell behind her, looking at her for a moment.

Song Wan is very serious at work.

Seriously, Lu Sheng walked behind her, and he didn't know anything.

Until Lu Sheng's damp burning breath fell behind her ears. The hot breath made Song Wan condense, and his hands were unstable.

In the next moment, Lu Sheng's hand fell on Song Wan's wrist, and when he lifted it up slightly, he whispered in her ear.

"So sensitive?"