Shen Qiang tonight did let him see a different side.

Maybe it's because in the past four years, he has rarely focused on love, and he doesn't know much about her, and he doesn't know if she has had such a gaffe before.

She cries, makes trouble, is obedient, well-behaved, and takes the initiative more than when she is awake.

But she doesn't seem to be as strong as she appears. When she is drunk, she seems to explode the pent-up emotions that have been accumulated for a long time.

Only then did he know that she was so wronged, and he also knew that it was not uncomfortable for her to muster up the courage to resign.

She has her pride.

It's like after the reunion, every time I see her, she raises her chin high.

suddenly understood that her pride was a last resort, because she had experienced the harm he had given, so she could only use "pride" to protect herself.

It doesn't matter if she is well-behaved, obedient, or aggrieved and proud.

He understood that he had caused all of this, directly or indirectly.

He didn't want to make her feel bad about him anymore.

He wanted to learn to respect her and bring her happiness.

He couldn't bear to make her sad anymore.

The water washed away the faint musky smell in the bathroom. He cleaned himself up before he walked out of the bathroom, and after a pause, he saw the facial cleanser on the cabinet.

He knew it was what she used to wash her face. The first time he used these girls' gadgets, she helped him.

"If you don't wash it, the pores will become bigger, and the pores will be bigger, and there will be more blackheads," Shen Qiang flared the foam on his face while foaming with his hands, and said, "Although you don't have it, but take precautions, what if you get old?" ”

This brand of facial cleanser is not expensive, and it is only 300 yuan.

After he learned the price at the time, he also thought about why he didn't buy a better one when he gave her an unlimited supplementary card.

Only later did he find out that she had never spent a penny on him. The secondary card he gave her, although she took it, never used it.

She never asked him for any gifts.

It's her little pride. He never found out.

But it was her such sensible and well-behaved, and a little proud, that she indulged him to not pay much attention to her affairs, and in his memory, she understood that he was busy and never lost his temper.

These past events are densely drilled into his heart, and the deeper his guilt is about her.

His neglect made her disappointed with them.

It stands to reason that Song would not have dealt with this brand of skin care products.

But it was an accident, he saw this brand and asked for cooperation, probably out of missing her, he cooperated with this brand with a big stroke of the pen.

Later, every other month, the brand would send it to him, both men and women, but he only took women's, and the brand thought he really liked this facial cleanser. But he didn't use it, so he put it there and brought back the new one, and threw away the old one.

Whenever he sees this bottle of facial cleanser, he always thinks of the unique memories that have left him.

He reached out and picked up the facial cleanser.

She used to use it every night.

And what about tonight?

Song Boli opened the cleanser package, learned her previous technique, squeezed out a long strip, kneaded the cleanser into a foam in a rusty way, and then walked out.

Shen Qiang put on makeup, Song Boli put on the facial cleanser, then slowly rubbed it, washed her face after a minute, and wiped it off with a wet towel.

There is no difference between a palm-sized face with makeup and no makeup, less lipstick, and more light cyan under the eyes, in addition, her no makeup is still very eye-catching.

Song Boli took off the bath towel on her body, then took out a piece of his home clothes and changed it for Shen Qiang. She sighed uncomfortably, and after putting on silk home clothes, she comfortably rubbed the corners of her clothes like a kitten, and then fell asleep.

Song Boli lay on her side, stretched out his long arms, wrapped his arms around her thin waist, turned her over, and put his hand on the back of her head.

The warm fragrance of the woman's body filled her nose. He remembered that she didn't like to wear perfume, but now it was different, and she would use perfume, which was very light but very long-lasting.

He only hoped that tomorrow when they got up, their relationship would ease somewhat.

He lowered his eyes and kissed her forehead.

The moon hangs high in the sky.

The moment he embraced her into his arms, he felt satisfied, and the unreal feeling made him dare not close his eyes, for fear that it would be the same as many times.

When you open your eyes, you wake up and you don't know.

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At noon the next day, Shen Qiang rubbed her temples in Song Boli's arms and whispered a word of pain. Then he fell into a deep sleep.

The brain hurts after a hangover, and it's worse than a migraine.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like a long time, but in fact it was a very short time, she opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, and she saw the familiar bedroom. She has been here countless times, and even the little orange lamp on the bedside table is handmade by her.

Shen Qiang's head was empty for three seconds, and then she suddenly trembled, and when she looked down, she was already wearing silk loungewear that didn't belong to her size.

This kind of high-class texture, she has only seen in one person.

The events of last night were remembered intermittently with the sober brain, and she pretended to be calm and not drunk but couldn't see the person in front of her clearly, and followed him. Sitting in the car, I smelled a familiar smell, so I was confused and told about grievances, as well as the carelessness in the bathroom.

It was all happening in front of him.

And he was gentle from beginning to end and did not refuse.

But when did they start to get so close? Or did the relationship start with her drunkenness last night and become ambiguous again?

Looking at everything familiar in the bedroom, she felt like she was back to a year ago, and the feeling of frequent internal friction and suffocation began to haunt her again.

After a year, she finally let go of him.

If she starts pestering again, then what is her persistence?

She didn't want to start being vague and unclear again.

She just wanted to get away from here, away from Song Boli.

Shen Qiang thought of this and lifted the quilt violently, stepped on the ground barefoot, and the cold feeling came from the soles of her feet.

She went into the toilet but couldn't find her clothes.

She walked out of the bathroom, the door of the room just opened, and she looked over, Song Boli was dressed in home clothes, and there was a glass of milk in his hand.

Seeing that she woke up, his face was warm, he put the milk on the bedside table, and said in a low voice: "You said you had a headache in the middle of sleep, I went to pour you a glass of milk, you brush your teeth first and drink a little slowly, and I will take you out to eat later." ”

Hearing another meaning from his words, Shen Qiang's face turned cold, and she instantly went cold from her scalp to her feet. looked at Song Boli: "We slept together last night?" ”

Song Boli was stunned, I didn't expect her to ask this.

He hummed faintly.

"Did anything happen to us?" Shen Qiang asked bluntly, she only vaguely remembered some fragments, but there must be something she missed.

She was afraid that the most important part was missing.

She asked very naturally, without shyness, without concealment, mature and detached, and the feeling of pride and rejection of people thousands of miles away returned.

It's completely different from last night.

Pestering him, pushing him away, but it's all her.

But which is the real her?

Song Boli rolled his throat and said, "No." After that, he turned around and picked up the set of clothes on the sofa in the bedroom that Secretary Chen had sent and handed it to Shen Qiang.

"This is what I asked Secretary Chen to buy according to your size, you can wear it first to see if it fits." Song Boli took the clothes, but she didn't answer them for a long time.

After a few seconds, she reached out and took the comfortable clothes, laughed at herself, and said, "You can know my size overnight, and you told me that you didn't have a relationship?" "Over the course of a year, their bodies have changed a lot, and their sizes have long since become different. He hasn't touched, kissed, or hugged, so how can he know?

Hearing the sarcasm in Shen Qiang's words, Song Boli knew that no matter how much he said, she would not believe it, so he said helplessly: "I did help you change your clothes, that's all." ”

"Is Song Dong so powerful now?" Shen Qiang sneered, "At a glance, you can know a woman's size." ”

At the end, she paused, her tone was not sour, and she said lightly: "It seems that in the past year, Song Dong has practiced a lot of skills. ”

For the first time, Song Boli felt that he had run rampant in the mall and encountered problems large and small, and he could solve them without frowning.

But after living for decades, but never like today, there is no bitterness to say, he explained, not hiding and deceiving, "You were drunk last night, I brought you back-"

"I'm drunk, you can bring me back," Shen Qiang looked at Song Boli sarcastically, and said, "Is my drunkness a reason why you can take advantage of people's danger?" ”

"Could it be that who you want to bring you back?" Song Boli looked at her and said in a low tone, "I can't bring you back, who can bring you back, Yu Jian?" ”

At this moment, the bedroom was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, and the atmosphere was tense, no matter what Shen Qiang said, he could ignite this invisible bomb.

Shen Qiang chose to skip his words without giving any explanation.

Shen Qiang was expressionless, took her clothes and turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Shen Qiang walked into the bathroom, ten minutes later, she had already changed her clothes and washed, her wavy long hair was combed by her, she walked out, stood in front of Song Boli, and said indifferently: "Yu Jian will not take off my clothes at least, look at my size." ”

This kind of rising and sour feeling actually made him feel aggrieved for the first time in his life, Song Boli's hanging hand clenched into fists, green tendons burst out, and said in a deep voice: "I just want to be good to you, is it wrong?" ”

"Is it good for me to take off my clothes?"

"And, do I need you to be nice to me?" Shen Qiang said coldly: "I used to be very good to you, have you ever remembered it again?" ”

As long as the two of them talk about the past, whether he is right or wrong, it is his fault.

Shen Qiang didn't expect him to answer, and only used one sentence to defeat Song Boli.

"What happened last night should be the urge to get drunk."

Song Boli's face sank, his heart ached, and he asked, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"They're all adults, do I need to be so clear?" After Shen Qiang finished speaking, she turned around and left, leaving Song Boli alone.

In the empty bedroom, the warm sun outside the house slanted in, stretching his figure and making him look more and more lonely.

There was also a faint smell of her in the bedroom. It's her favorite light perfume.

His eyes were lowered, and the corners of Song Boli's mouth laughed at himself.

Last night, he held her all night, satisfied and felt unreal at the same time, so he was half asleep all night.

Now I also have a terrible headache. He thought that his respect would be exchanged for a relaxation of the relationship between them, but he didn't expect that she didn't even give him a chance to defend himself.

He obviously wanted to respect her in exchange for her understanding and the further of their relationship, but she didn't trust him so much, and said that he was not as good as Yu Jian.

Remembering what she said when she turned around. He sat on the edge of the bed, clasped his hands against his eyebrows, what did she mean?