It was the middle of the night at the end, and Sheng Jue was unhurriedly buttoning the buttons one by one by the bedside, and the desire on his face was completely gone.

With a still flush on her cheeks, she reached out and tightened the quilt on her body, staring at his back, not knowing what to think.

When Sheng Juezhi buttoned the last button, she opened her mouth.

"You knew from the beginning that Lu Huai was outside the door."

The slightly hoarse voice was extremely calm.

She found it.

Sheng Jue's body stiffened for a moment, then turned his head slightly and sneered: "Regret not asking him to come in?" ”

"Bastard!"

Along with the angry curses, two pillows flew by.

Now that he has completely torn his face, there is no need for Wen Yi to pretend to be obedient anymore.

But this bit of strength smashed on Sheng Juezhi's body without pain or itching, his gaze fell on the white skin exposed to the air because of his movements, and the desire under his eyes actually had a tendency to recur.

It's just that it's too late, and he lightly warned: "There is one year left in the four-year contract." ”

With that, he stepped out of the room.

Wen Yishi sat for a while, and finally got up slowly.

She pulled out her clothes from the bedside table and changed them, removed the sheets and washed them, and finally put the torn tattered hospital gown into the bag.

After doing all this, she left the hospital without hesitation.

Now, what face continues to stay here, and how should he face Lu Huai?

Instead of going home, she took a taxi to a cemetery.

The cemetery at night was silent and cold, and I shivered when I was warm, but my footsteps did not stop.

After twisting and turning all the way, she finally stopped in front of a double tombstone.

On the tombstone are two middle-aged men and women who look to be only in their thirties, smiling and standing side by side, even if the photo is black and white, it can't stop the dazzling.

Wen Yi sat down and rested his forehead against the photo.

"Daddy, Mommy." She whispered, undisguised fragility in her voice.

Her home, as early as the car accident when she was a child, was forced to move to this small world.

When he is warm, he is not surnamed Wen.

This is after Uncle Wen adopted her, he was afraid that she would be persecuted and gave her a new name.

Shi was her father's surname, which means her mother's name.

Wen Yishi's real name is Shi Bao, a very earthy and simple but loving name.

She is the daughter of the famous international designer Shi Ying and the actress Bai Yi, who should have been loved by thousands of people, but she lost her parents early and was named a mourning star.

The evening breeze blows through the warm face, soft and affectionate.

Her face rubbed against the tombstone, her arms wrapped around her knees, curled herself into a ball.

"I miss you so much." She sobbed.

Tears fell on the tombstone in large pieces, shedding a dark trail.

She hadn't been here for a long time, she didn't dare to come, she didn't dare to face them, she was afraid that they would complain about what she had done, that they would feel that she was a shame.

After all, she could only barely survive by selling herself to Sheng Juezhi.

But tonight, she really couldn't think of a place to go.

Even if she complains, she wants to go home and stay for a while, and a while is enough.

At dawn, she stood up, wiped away the tears that had long since dried, waved her hand gently, and walked towards the door.

After she left, a figure stepped out and looked in the direction of the tombstone.