Shen Qiang would rather take a few steps back with his arms in his arms than get into his car, shook his head and said, "No, let's just say it here." Ten minutes, I'll leave when I'm done. With that, she turned on her phone and looked at the time.

She looked at the time, anxious and serious, fell into Song Boli's eyes, he was silent for three seconds, closed the car door hard, laughed at himself, the strength of the wine paralyzed the brain, the headache was splitting, and the good temper that had been held out all night was gone.

"Are you really going to do this to me?"

"What am I doing to you?"

The night breeze blew and ruffled her hair.

Shen Qiang raised her head and looked at Song Boli, her eyes were clear, and she really didn't seem to understand.

"What do you say you do to me?" Song Boli rolled his throat, lowered his eyes, looked at Shen Qiang through the street lamp, and said, "Indifference, alienation, rejection, disgust, disgust, these are all the ways you treat me." ”

Song Boli never thought that one day there would be so many unpleasant things in a smooth life, all because of a woman.

He couldn't figure out how he could become a love maniac all the time.

"Shouldn't I do this to you?" She asked seriously, "Or do you tell me what I should do to you?" ”

When she asked him what he said, her tone was light, not really listening to his opinion, but sarcastically mocking him, two people who have broken up, what attitude do they need to be opposite, Song Boli's eyes were lowered, his eyes were dark, and he said in a deep voice: "At least, can you not refuse my kindness to you." ”

When he saw her text message, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The heart is cold, the body is cold.

"Are you good to me?" Shen Qiang chuckled, as if she had heard some joke, she raised her eyes and said, "Where are you good to me?" ”

This sentence undoubtedly stabbed Song Boli in the heart a few times, how did he open his mouth and give her an example of how good he was to her, if he really opened his mouth and told her the same, then his kindness to her would be completely changed.

It became an attempt to reciprocate the giving.

Song Boli was dumbfounded.

"Do you think it's good for me to bring me home when I'm drunk?" A gust of wind blew, Shen Qiang's eyes trembled slightly, the corners of her mouth were slightly sarcastic, and she said, "But what is really good to me is that you need to change my clothes and have a relationship?" ”

There is no surveillance on the top floor, and the bedrooms are even more impossible.

Unless she wants to believe what happened that night, there is no solution in this life.

"I changed your clothes, but I have never had anything to do with you in danger," Song Boli stepped forward, put his hands on Shen Qiang's thin shoulders, and said, "Look at me." ”

The temperature of the man's palms passed through his clothes to his skin, and he could even smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

Shen Qiang took half a step back to cut off his contact, but Song Boli grabbed her shoulder fiercely, stopped her from retreating, and said in a deep voice: "Why don't you just refuse to trust me more?" ”

Hearing the meaning of his words, Shen Qiang raised her eyes to Song Boli's eyes, gave up struggling like a puppet and let him put it on her shoulder, she didn't want to discuss with him the trust that only couples need.

After a few moments, she asked in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want to say tonight?" ”

He did drink a lot tonight, and he had never been so out of control, he wanted to talk to her a lot, but when she really asked what he wanted to say, Song Boli's mind was blank.

"I just want to support you, be good to you, is it wrong?"

After a while, Song Boli said in a low tone, "Why don't I even have the right to be good to you?" ”

This sentence was like a needle piercing Shen Qiang's ear.

She glanced down at the time, there were three minutes left, and she didn't want to argue with him any more uselessly.

She waved away Song Boli's hand on her shoulder and said, "Thank you, it's hard for you to think about being nice to me." ”

"But in fact, you can be nice to anyone, but don't be nice to me," Shen Qiang was silent for a moment, and said in her heart, "If you are good to me, you are wrong, very wrong." ”

Song Boli's hands were empty, and Shen Qiang's ruthless words were like a slap in the face.

He lowered his eyes and asked, "Why?" ”

"Because it's very sarcastic," Shen Qiang laughed at herself, "If you were kind to me before, now I don't think your kindness to me is a kind of sarcasm." ”

"Do you know how your current appearance feels to me?" Shen Qiang said: "Actually, you will be good to me, and you know how to be good to me, but since you know, why didn't you treat me well before?" Is it the old me, isn't it worth it? ”

"Where were you when I needed your company before?" Shen Qiang tugged at the corners of her mouth and said, "I used to want to know where you were on a business trip, who you were eating with, who you were around, and which hotel you were staying in, did you take the initiative to tell me?" ”

"Don't take the initiative to tell me, even when I see an extra woman next to you, I ask you who you are, you will always be the same job. And blame me for thinking too much. ”

"Other couples can receive a gift from their boyfriend during the holidays, even if it's a bouquet of flowers bought on the side of the road, what about me? I don't have a gift, and I don't ask for your gift, but I'll always be on the empty top floor, waiting for you to return with an uncertain date. ”

"When you're done socializing, I want to celebrate the holiday with you, but you never have time."

"I'm with you, did you take me to meet my parents and give me a steady promise?" Shen Qiang calmed down, it was too much, she didn't want to continue at all, and said, "So you said that you were good to me, I think it's very ironic." ”

She tore the last bit of paper that seemed to be peaceful, leaving him no room at all.

But the more she said, the more she remembered.

For four years, she clearly remembered his badness.

Song Boli's heart trembled, there were few such panicked moments, Shen Qiang just now was different from before, her emotions seemed to have reached the peak, and she said every word of her heart, as if she was in a hurry to get rid of his existence.

She really hasn't forgotten the past, she hasn't forgotten those years.

If you can't forget it, then it's not good.

He realized that tonight's opportunity was not easy to come by, and the atmosphere should not be so tense, so he took the initiative to soften and softened his attitude first.

"Qiang Qiang, you don't want to, I won't chase," Song Boli whispered and said, "Do you really want us to miss it?" ”

Missing the word is like a joke.

They had missed it a long time ago, did he only realize it now?

The tip of Shen Qiang's nose was blown red, she sniffed coldly, and said seriously: "Seriously, I'd rather miss it." ”

"It's good to miss it."

She would rather miss out than let him be nice to her.

Song Boli stood in place with his hands hanging down, trembling a few times, and his face was rarely sad.

A few seconds later, she suddenly called his name again, "Song Boli." ”

Hearing her voice, Song Boli's eyebrows became more vibrant.

But the moment he heard what she said, his heart was like a roller coaster, falling deeper into the ground.

"I'm telling you, what I need from you for good." Shen Qiang retracted the gaze placed on Song Boli, without the slightest soft-heartedness, her heart was like a hard stone, and said: "From now on, don't come to me, don't say you know me, that's good for me." ”

After Shen Qiang finished speaking, she lowered her eyes and looked at her phone, the time was just nine minutes, one minute less than expected,

Shen Qiang retracted her gaze and turned around without looking back.

Looking at her without a trace of remembrance, Song Boli's heart suddenly skipped half a beat at this moment, and he didn't know why, he always felt that if he let Shen Qiang leave now, there would really be no chance in the future.

On the other side of the building, on the side of the road more secluded, two large trees obscured the view of passers-by, and the dim light blurred and lengthened their shadows.

Song Boli took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to hold Shen Qiang's hand, and the next second her back was leaning against the back door of Port 1.

Song Boli propped his hands on the car and wrapped her.

They were so close that she could feel his breath gently spraying her cheeks and forehead. The smell of alcohol on his body was very strong, and the wind blew and filled her nose, and Shen Qiang's heart beat faster with fright from his sudden movements.

Song Boli lowered his eyes and looked at her little face, the gentlemanly demeanor engraved in his bones, and the self-cultivation, all disappeared in an instant, and the alcohol made his desire more and more aggravated, he just wanted to kiss her, he just wanted to tell her, he missed her very much.

Shen Qiang frowned and said, "What are you doing—hmm." ”

And he did.

blocked her from saying those hurtful words, and also fulfilled her wish.

Song Boli's head lowered slightly, and then the dim street lamp, looked at Shen Qiang's chattering, chilling pink lips, and kissed it without warning, the lips were soft, and there was a faint mint fragrance between the lips and teeth, he guessed that she should have brushed her teeth and washed up and planned to sleep, she must wash before going to bed, and she also likes to use mint-flavored toothpaste, which has not changed.

Alcohol was shouting in his brain, desperately cheering him on. Boosting his morale and sensing her struggles, Song Boli grabbed her two small hands that were moving around and raised them above her head, and then only clasped her wrists with one hand, and with the other hand that was free, he wrapped one hand around her thin waist to prevent her flexible body from writhing and struggling.

Shen Qiang was struggling, but she was surrounded by Song Boli up and down Shen Qiang, her hands were raised above her head and she felt humiliated, she struggled and whimpered, her lips were kissed lightly by the man unhurriedly, as if punishing her struggle, Song Boli did not give her a chance to breathe.

When she couldn't move or breathe, he gave her air.

Let her survive by relying on him in the kiss.

Sensing his refusal to give in, Shen Qiang went from fierce struggle to resistance, and then to finally giving up.

She was at his mercy, letting the wine between his lips and teeth reach hers.

□□ made him close his eyes and enjoy this hard-won kiss.

But she opened her cold apricot eyes, and the emotions in her eyes were ever-changing, except that there was no trace of □□.

Shen Qiang is like a puppet.

The lingering kiss did not arouse any interest in her, she was like a rag doll, bearing the □□ of her master's momentary excitement.

The leaves on the street lamps swayed, and the shade shimmered.

Song Boli's eager kiss finally slowly returned to blandness.

He seemed to realize that Shen Qiang gave up the struggle and was at his mercy, he paused, his closed eyes opened instantly, and when he saw that there was no trace of □□ and nostalgia in her eyes, he let go of his hand in dismay.

The next second, he let go of the hand that was shackled around her wrist and let go of her thin waist.

Song Boli was finally willing to leave Shen Qiang's soft lips, but his hands were still cautious, holding her cheeks reluctantly.

"I don't want to miss it." Song Boli put his forehead against her forehead, and said in a low tone, "Qiangqiang, I don't want to be separated from you." ”

At this moment, the lights flickered under the street lamps.

The shadows of the two overlapped, appearing ambiguous and lingering.

The moment he kissed, many thoughts flashed through her mind.

Angry and excited, I even thought about slapping him, but then these thoughts were gone, so why owe him anything?

Hearing him say these words, Shen Qiang did not avoid him anymore, but raised her eyes, her slightly red and swollen lips hooked up a touch of sarcasm, her voice was indifferent, every word was heartfelt, and she said sarcastically: "I'm afraid the prince has forgotten, and it has long been over between us." ”

She called him the crown prince, which was the most ironic title.

Everyone in the world can do it, but she can't, because it is the most alienating and polite title.

When did they get to this point?

"When I lose my temper, you kiss me forcibly, is that what you call good?" Shen Qiang's tone was slightly raised, she lost her good temper, and her long-pent-up emotions completely exploded, "Actually, what you call me good, have you asked me if I need it?" ”

Song Boli's thin lips were pursed, and the hand holding her little face trembled slightly.

"You don't." Shen Qiang sneered, "I have my self-esteem, my personality, my life, and you don't respect any of my choices, you will only interfere directly, you say you are good to me, but you never ask me if I need it, you are used to being high, self-righteous, and never consider anyone's feelings." ”

"I really hate you." Shen Qiang said coldly: "I hate everything about you, including what you call good." ”