Su Wanyan said nothing, lying on his side on the bed with his back to him, looking like he was taking care of him.
Jiang Liting glanced sideways at her back, then took off her pajamas with one hand, hugged her, and buried his handsome face deeply into her delicate white neck.
The strong and shocking hormonal breath poured into the nasal cavity, making Su Wanyan extremely irritable. She frowned slightly and closed her eyes.
Jiang Liting caught a glimpse of her appearance, and his self-esteem was frustrated. He supported her side with his strong arms, and looked at her with a fierce look in his black eyes under the broken hair on his forehead:
"What? Are you bothering me so much? You don't want to be touched by me. Who do you want to be touched by?"
Su Wanyan: "Don't be suspicious here."
Jiang Liting was angered by her perfunctory attitude, and his already gloomy and ugly face became gloomier, and he ordered:
"Then open your eyes and watch what I do to you."
These words were too humiliating for Su Wanyan.
Su Wanyan's crimson lips were pursed tightly, and two lines of clear tears oozed from the corners of her closed eyes, rolling down her fair cheeks and staining the broken hair on her temples.
She still didn't open her eyes, and couldn't see Jiang Liting's moist eyes and hurt look on his face.
He is not a generous person, and he cannot give up his wife to others, but he can live well. That man is back, and Su Wanyan's current attitude is probably no better than his.
There was a "click" sound.
A tear hit Su Wanyan's cheek, hot and moist.
Su Wanyan couldn't help but open her eyes, and instantly met his red handsome eyes.
A few seconds passed. It was obviously an ambiguous gesture, but the atmosphere was dull and dull for no reason.
Su Wan pursed her crimson lips, but couldn't make a sound and didn't know what to say.
Jiang Liting turned over and leaned against the head of the bed. The shadow of the broken hair on his forehead fell to the tip of his straight nose, and his eyes were dim and unclear.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, took out one with his big bony hands and lit it.
The pungent nicotine rushes into the lungs, making it even more irritating for no reason.
After a long pause, he whispered with thin lips: "I will take you to the hospital tomorrow. Let's do a physical examination together and try to have a baby as soon as possible."
The night wind carried Xia Yu's breath into the house. Su Wanyan pulled the thin quilt over him, turned over and turned his back to him, and said dullly:
"I have no fate with him and we won't be together. You don't need to think so much."
Jiang Liting wanted to put out his cigarette butt but couldn't find an ashtray.
He has never smoked in the house since he lived upstairs. He always felt that the house would smell over time. After all, this was his wedding room and he had to take care of it.
But now that I think about it, it's a bit ridiculous. He treats everything related to her carefully, but besides thinking about leaving him, she only thinks about other men.
He walked to the window, his upper body naked, his black pajama pants outlined his narrow waist, and his tall figure lay sloppily on the window sill.
A plume of white smoke emerged from the scarlet cigarette butt and was torn apart by the night wind.
His dark eyes looked into the distance and murmured:
"There is no fate now. Maybe one day fate will come. It's better to have a baby as soon as possible. I'm not young anymore. You don't need to take care of me after the baby is born. You can still continue to study, right?"
Su Wanyan secretly grasped the thin quilt with her delicate hands and remained silent.
Scarlet cigarette butts fell to the ground with the wind and rain, and the windows were closed with a crash.
Jiang Liting turned around, returned to the bed, turned off the light, and pressed her under him again,
With the cover of the night, there was no need to look at her impatient face, and her troubled mind could not take into account her emotions except for asking.
..............
At Jushenglou, the waiter discussed to the man:
"Manager, the person in the private room hasn't left yet? I've been waiting for a whole day, but the food hasn't been ordered yet, and he still occupies a private room."
Fu Hanmu lowered his long eyelashes, hiding the loneliness in his eyes, and said towards the door:
"Let's serve a table of food and bring your best wine."
The waiter quickly stopped talking and got busy.
After a while, all the dishes were on the table, including meat and vegetables. Everyone gathered together, and the aroma of the food filled the box.
Although Fu Hanmu hadn't eaten all day, he didn't feel hungry at all. He didn't move a mouthful, slowly tilted his head and looked out the window at the sudden heavy rain.
The spicy irritation of the liquor rolled down his throat. After three glasses, he stood up and walked out. He politely said to the waiting waiter:
"Sorry to trouble you, that table of food is for you."
Several waiters were slightly surprised. The food at Jushenglou was one of the best in the entire county, and the price was naturally high. However, his behavior was completely unheard of by Jian Shu, and they all couldn't help but chatter about it.
"It didn't even move at all."
"You can't waste money like this if you have money."
"It doesn't matter if you are rich or good-looking, the key is to be polite. At first glance, you look like a well-educated young master from a rich family."
Fu Hanmu ignored these voices. After paying the money, he walked into the rainy night. The cold rain fell on his face, which reduced the heat in his body. At the same time, the stamina of the wine surged up and his brain became a little dizzy.
He didn't even have a trace of his usual sanity, and he didn't want to worry about the late-night visit, something that might happen at his house that would make others treat Su Wanyan as something to talk about after tea, so he instinctively walked towards Jiangjiacun.
"Brother Hanmu, I've been looking for you all day." Zhou Yan appeared on the street holding an umbrella and said to Fu Hanmu who was walking towards him.
As if he couldn't see her, Fu Hanmu staggered forward.
Zhou Yan grabbed his wrist, held the umbrella for him, and said distressedly: "You will get sick if you do this. He is already married, what are you thinking about her?"
"Go away, who allowed you to touch me?"
Fu Hanmu threw her hand away in disgust, frowning as if he was encountering the plague, and took two steps away. However, he moved too fast, his body was unstable, and he almost fell to the ground.
Zhou Yan's eyes were red with anger. Seeing that he was dizzy even standing up, he stepped forward and carried him home regardless.
Fu Hanmu rarely drank alcohol, but at this moment, the stamina was so strong that he felt dizzy, exhausted, and his brain turned to mush.
The ancestral home of the Fu family is on Yandong Road, and there is a foundation under construction next to it. It is immersed in the rain and feels very lonely.
Zhou Yan carried him home with difficulty and put him on the bed.
She stood aside dripping wet, looking at Fu Hanmu who was motionless and drunk on the bed, a gloomy look appeared in her eyes:
Hanmu's mother has such high standards that even Su Wanyan doesn't like her. If I want to marry her, it will definitely be impossible.
But the man Su Wanyan is marrying now is so good, I must not lose to her.
There was a "click" sound.
The wet clothes fell to the ground.
Zhou Yan got into bed, but it was her shame and fear that restrained her from other movements, so she just lay next to her.
There was a distance between them, the quilt covering their bare shoulders.
Her cheeks gradually warmed up, and she turned her head to look at the sleeping man. As soon as her delicate hand touched his shoulder, she retracted her hand because of the man's hot body temperature:
Forget it, Brother Hanmu has such a good character, he will definitely take responsibility if he sees me lying on the bed when he wakes up tomorrow.
