He sat there, watching the traffic, but all this had nothing to do with him. No car was willing to stay for him, and no one was willing to stop for him. He was still the first person, lonely and lonely.

He went to the bar, which was the only place where he could find his sense of existence. The noisy music drowned him, and he could release his most primitive self. The so-called morality and love were all nothing in this place.

He did not sit in the corner, nor did he bury himself in the private room. He chose to find a seat at the bar, sit down casually, and occasionally get up, swaying with the music. He felt that he was the state he wanted most at this time. He accepted the ambiguous eyes cast by strange women, and accepted every beautiful figure who approached him but quietly left. He felt that this was life.

"Handsome guy, come and have fun with us." A strange woman came to chat with him. He narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the woman with heavy makeup. If it were on weekdays, he would definitely refuse coldly, but now, he doesn't want to refuse anyone's approach. He is lonely and he is lonely, and he needs to be enthusiastic.

He reached out and hugged the woman's slender waist, and leaned over with his alcoholic lips. "Okay, where do you want to play?" He smiled badly, and reached out to apply the woman's buttocks.

Fang Yichen is a sunny and handsome man. It is common for women to like him. If a woman takes the initiative to post it, he will probably reject it. But today, he doesn't want to do this.

"Then come with me." The woman blinked, threw away a very confused eyebrows, held Fang Yichen's hand and walked towards the box on the second floor. He did not follow the woman's footsteps. When the hormones rose, he was a little out of control.

Fang Yichen hugged the woman's waist, and gently stroked the woman's hot lips and tongue, and one hand had spread from her slender waist to the plumpness that was about to emerge.

"I'll take you to an interesting place." Fang Yichen said, hugged the woman and headed towards the bathroom beside him. The narrow bathroom became a place where he wanted to enjoy it. The man in the mirror had a greedy look. He was a little hungry, but it was a helpless choice.

If he wants to release, the release of his soul needs to rely on the entanglement of the soft body. At this time, he wants to tilt out his inner depression in this way.

The strange woman swayed and felt the enthusiasm from Fang Yichen, and did not refuse his invasion. His hot lips and tongue were just nostalgic at her neck, and the rich perfume smell filled the tip of his nose. But he didn't want to kiss the woman's delicate red lips, and he didn't want to possess it at all.

His big hands linger on the woman's graceful body, and his thin clothes could not resist the confusion of his body. The woman's abundance was in her palm, giving him a sense of fulfillment.

The woman's voice was teasing in his ears, hoping to evoke the deepest part of his body. He just hugged the woman in his arms and buried her head in the woman's fertility, like an oriole, greedily sucking the pink Beree.

His solid chest needed a woman's comfort. He took off his clothes and tangled with a hint of anger, even impatient feeling, and his body was entangled with the original vent. The man in the mirror was distorted, the extreme pain, and the ultimate pleasure, but still could not dissolve the haze in his eyes.

The roar came out from his throat, and the fiery liquid blew out. He felt that he was extremely empty. The man in the mirror was lingering in his eyebrows with a hint of loneliness, and even more loneliness. He could not find happiness, and no woman could give him happiness.

The woman leaning on her chest was panting, with a hint of satisfaction, and her slender fingertips streaked across his solid skin. At this time, Fang Yichen stood there like a squatting sculpture.

He knew what had happened just now, and it was nothing to him, but for no reason, he felt a little ashamed. He seemed to have done something wrong, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Do you like me?" The woman leaned closer to her lips and kissed Fang Yichen's cheek. He suddenly pushed the woman away with a hint of disgust, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and quickly put them on her body.

The thunderous water flowed on his face, and he looked at his strange self as if he didn't know him. What happened to him? Why did he become like this?

"How can you do this? I was just now with someone..." The woman was a little dissatisfied with Fang Yichen's behavior. Just a few minutes ago, they were still passionate and lingering, but in just a few minutes, the man who was still nostalgic was as cold as if he had no warmth.

Fang Yichen, who was well-dressed, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and threw them at the woman's face. "Is this enough?" After he said that, he left without looking back.

In this world, no woman can arouse his endless love. He will never get the woman he is willing to love. He just feels depressed, can't find a vent, nor can he find a harbor to rely on.

Only in the end can he find some comfort. He mixed with big mouthfuls of vodka into his throat with ice. The spicy taste traveled through his stomach like a sharp weapon. Only he felt the harsh pain that was most clearly understood.

He lingered in the bar until very late, emitting alcohol all over his body. When he was sent back, he said this randomly. He hadn't returned to the villa for almost a week. It used to be the home he longed for the most back, but now he can't feel a trace of warmth.

When she heard the sound coming downstairs, Su Luoyan had already lay down and she had not fallen asleep. Perhaps because her childbirth was approaching, she began to feel a little nervous and felt uncomfortable. Even when she heard the sound coming downstairs, she did not get up.

"Mrs. You should get up and take a look. The young master was drunk too much and cried downstairs and made a fuss. He was clamoring to see you." When the butler knocked on the door and stood outside Su Luoyan's door, Su Luoyan breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that such a marriage was a torture for her, and it was not easy for Fang Yichen. But she didn't know what else she could do. From the beginning, he knew that she could not love him. Later, she found out that he had done such a despicable thing, and she even felt a little disgusted in her heart.

She could not hide such a mood, could not be hypocritical, or to be honest. Silence is a weapon. She used this weapon to protect herself, but she hurt the man standing opposite her.

"Luoyan, why don't you love me? Tell me, why don't you love me?" Fang Yichen collapsed on the sofa. He hadn't seen this man for a week. Many beards appeared on his cheeks. Most of the drunk men began to murmur because they felt uncomfortable in their hearts.

She stood a distance from him, her palm fell on her belly, and she wanted to protect her child. Fang Yichen looked like this, she didn't want to get close to her.

"Luoyan, are you still loving him? What is there in my opinion worse than him? Can you tell me? I really love you, I really love you." He cried there, like an injured child. She wanted to give this man a little comfort, but when the words came to his mouth, she finally became silent.

"Luoyan, do you love him, right? Why don't you help him? You are my wife now, I am your husband, Luoyan, I am your husband, but you still have to help him, right?" Tears flashed in his eyes, and his eyes did not fall on Su Luoyan's face.

Did he know about this family? Su Luoyan was a little surprised. How did he know about her helping Leng Yunhao? Did Leng Yunhao tell him? It was impossible. Leng Yunhao would never do such a thing. But she was extremely careful every time, and he might not be able to find her traces?

Su Luoyan felt a little confused. She helped Leng Yunhao with Fang Yichen on her back. So what? He did such a shameful thing and actually made a conspiracy behind his back. Even if that person was not Leng Yunhao, she would still lend a helping hand.

Su Luoyan didn't make any sound. No matter what Fang Yichen said, she wouldn't make any sound. Things have developed to this point, so let it continue to develop.

"Luoyan, don't you don't love me, okay? You are my wife, I really love you." Fang Yichen was still muttering to himself. Su Luoyan could no longer listen. She knew that in a while, the man would fall asleep.

He was unwilling to come back here for so long because he knew about her helping Leng Yunhao? Will he still take revenge on Leng Yunhao? She didn't feel sorry for Fang Yichen. She would die of wickedness. This truth has been said since ancient times.

She was originally full of gratitude and even guilt for this man. However, love is not stifling, love is not jealousy, and she could not accept the things Fang Yichen did to Leng Yunhao behind his back. She had been trying, trying to let go of the past, and trying to start over, but he erased the ** and passion she continued to try.

"You go to bed early. It's getting late. I'll go to work tomorrow. I'll go up first." She said coldly, then turned around and passed by him. If you don't love someone, you're mostly like this. You don't want to open your heart and accept everything about him.

"Luoyan, don't leave, don't leave." Fang Yichen suddenly stood up from the sofa, and he grabbed Su Luoyan's arm and wanted to hug her into his arms.

It seemed to be a conditioned reflex. Su Luoyan resisted vigorously, trying to resist Fang Yichen's closeness. But her resistance was so powerless that Fang Yichen's strength suddenly increased.
Chapter completed!