The relationship like them was too entangled. She was his ex-wife, but she gave birth to someone else's child. He also thought she had some kind of relationship with Wei Wenbo, and he also had a legitimate girlfriend.
This unclear relationship between the two made her feel stuffy when she remembered it.
She closed her eyes and was quietly immersed in the sleeping covered with petals, quietly looking at the lights and losing her mind.
I don't know how long it took, the bathroom door opened, and Zhang Lang stood at the bathroom door, staring at her steadily.[
She quickly woke up from her trance and looked at him steadily, looking a little embarrassed.
"You haven't come out after washing for so long. I'm afraid something will happen to you."
He walked over, looked at her quietly for a moment, squatted down, picked up the bathing cotton and helped her gently wipe her shoulders.
Tian Mafan turned around slightly crampedly, deliberately covering his body.
He didn't make a sound, but just gently wiped her back.
His movements were very delicate and gentle, as if he was wiping a piece of porcelain.
The warm mist slowly rose, making Tian Mafan's forehead slightly red, like two faint peach blossoms, charming and charming.
Zhang Lang put his hand on her shoulder, turned her around gently, and looked at her carefully, but there was no emotion in his eyes.
But she was still very nervous and drooped slightly.
Her slender fingers reached over and gently lifted her sharp chin, allowing her to look at him.
A complex emotion filled his eyes, anger, sadness, helplessness, hatred... came into his eyes in an instant.
Unable to bear his gaze, she turned her eyes away again.
The atmosphere is very quiet, so quiet that it makes people feel weak.
He stood up, took a bath towel and handed it to her, "Don't wash it for too long, the skin will be wrinkled."
She took the bath towel, wrapped herself in, and walked out of the bathroom as if she was running for life.
After a while, Zhang Lang also walked out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe.
He walked to the bar, poured a glass of wine, and drank it in one breath.
The light shone through the transparent glass, reflecting a faint sadness on his face.
After drinking one cup, he poured another cup and drank it in one breath, as if he wanted to get drunk.[
Finally, he poured a full glass of wine and walked towards her.
He stood straight in front of her and handed her the wine, "Drink her."
She looked at him helplessly, for some reason she wanted to drink so much wine.
As if seeing through her thoughts, he said blankly: "I don't want you to be with me, I will think of another man in my heart."
She looked at him in surprise, moved her lips, trying to say something, but was blocked by the wine glass he placed on his lips.
"Drink it." His voice was as cold as water, and he didn't seem to worry at all. She would be completely drunk after drinking the wine.
It would be better if you were drunk, so she could completely belong to him.
Don’t say that he wants to get drunk, he wants to be drunk even more. If he gets drunk, he can forget the fact that she once belonged to another man.
Tian Mafan did not hesitate and picked up the wine and sent it to his mouth.
Since he wanted to make her drunk, she would be drunk more thoroughly. When she was drunk, she could forget the subtlety between the two and the pain after meeting again.
After drinking half a cup, I felt a burning heat suddenly surge in my stomach.
She felt a little nauseous and felt uncomfortable.