He actually came to join in the fun. Well, it seems that I am lucky today.
Fang Cheng chuckled, his smile full of calculations.
Song Jiaren walked out of the bar and got into the car. She did not drive away immediately, but was hesitating whether to interfere with He Siyi's affairs. From the bottom of her heart, she did not want to care about He Siyi. That child had been completely brainwashed by Yang Xi.
After repeatedly stumbling upon An Zhisu, she really doesn't have a good impression of He Siyi, and she doesn't think An Zhisu owes her anything. Besides, she
If he has the intention to degenerate, can he control her a second time?
With this thought, Song Jiaren decided not to care. She started the car and started to leave, but when she stepped on the accelerator, she suddenly paused.
"It's so annoying." Song Jiaren scratched her head, stepped on the brake again, took out her mobile phone from the passenger's bag, found a number, edited a text message and sent it.
After seeing that the text message was successfully sent, Song Jiaren threw the phone aside, stepped on the accelerator and drove away without hesitation this time.
The top bar gradually turned into a small black dot in the rearview mirror, and finally disappeared from Song Jiaren's sight. Song Jiaren sighed in her heart, He Siyi, I can only help you get here.
Superior suite of a five-star hotel.
The big bed in the suite was in a mess, with a few pieces of clothing scattered on the floor, and a used condom in the trash can beside the bed. Everything was silently describing a storm that had just stopped.
The sound of showering came from the bathroom, covering up the reminder sound of text messages on the phone.
Half an hour later, a woman wearing a bathrobe and a loose belt came out. I don't know if it was because she had taken a shower or just been moisturized. Her face was rosy and she looked very pretty.
The woman walked to the bedside with bare feet, picked up her phone, opened it and saw an unread text message, and opened it without any trouble.
"The number one bar, He Siyi wants to sell herself, come."
The text message came from an unknown number with no name, and the time was more than half an hour ago.
Is He Siyi selling herself?
"Ha... it has nothing to do with me whether He Siyi sells her body or not." The woman sneered and deleted the text message casually, deleting it shatteringly. Then she threw away the phone and walked towards the small bar.
This woman is none other than Sister Xi, Yang Xi, who He Siyi said was so kind to her.
Yang Xi opened the unfinished red wine, poured a glass into the glass, sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the night view outside the window. Half an hour ago, this room was filled with indescribable sounds.
At this moment, it suddenly became quiet, and there was no sound at all. The vacancy that had just been filled surged in like a tide again, and Yang Xi's eyes flashed with deep loneliness.
, she knew that after enjoying herself, there would be endless loneliness that would swallow her up like sea water.
She is not happy.
In the past five years, no matter how glamorous Yang Xi was on the surface, she had never been truly happy secretly.
She obviously had everything she had ever wanted, money, fame, status, everything, but she lost the man she loved most. Her heart was hollowed out by her own hands, and no amount of men could fill it. But if it were given to her again,
Given the opportunity to choose, she would still make the same choice without hesitation. She could bear the emptiness and loneliness, but she could not bear poverty. The only rope placed in front of her that could change her fate of poverty
, she can pay any price to catch it, what does He Sihan mean?
She could sacrifice and abandon He Sihan, so why would she care whether He Siyi sold her body or not? It had nothing to do with her. It would be better if she sold her body. The lower her life was, the more she would hate An Zhisu.
Haha, He Siyi, just go ahead and hate An Zhisu, it’s all her, everything is her.
…
Ah sneeze!
An Zhisu sneezed while lying on the bed. Her nose felt itchy. She rubbed it and sniffed, thinking that she might have a cold.
"You know you are afraid of the cold and you still wear so little, why can't you be more obedient?" Ye Lancheng heard her sneezing as soon as he came out of the bathroom, frowned and lectured. An Zhisu knew he was wrong, stuck out his tongue and wrapped himself in
Under the quilt, I couldn't help but defend myself: "I wore a shawl the whole time today, and the heating in the auction house was full, so I didn't feel cold at all. It was just a sneeze, not a real cold."
"
"Oh, you are quite reasonable." Ye Lancheng's face darkened.
An Zhisu didn't dare to quibble anymore. Ye Lancheng poured a cup of warm water for her and asked her to drink some before going to sleep. After taking Chinese medicine for several months, her body was much better than before. Now in the middle of the night
She rarely coughs anymore. But she can’t bear it. She will cough even if she doesn’t pay attention.
It will relapse into old illnesses.
"I'll take you to Dr. Li tomorrow to get his pulse checked," Ye Lancheng said after watching her drink half a glass of water.
An Zhisu almost choked on a mouthful of water, and said as if facing an enemy: "Why are you going again? I don't cough much now, and my physical condition is much better. Didn't Dr. Li say I don't need to take medicine for the time being?"
"What Dr. Li said is to let you take care of yourself for a while and then look at the situation. You should go for a follow-up appointment tomorrow. Whether you want to take medicine or not is up to Dr. Li." Ye Lancheng's memory is not something An Zhisu can fool. An Zhisu looked sad,
Trying to rationalize: "I really don't think I need to take it anymore. It's because the medicine is 30% poisonous. Although the side effects of traditional Chinese medicine are small, they are not without them. I heard that taking too much medicine is not good for children. For the sake of our future
baby
For that reason, I have to take less medicine, right?" Ye Lancheng said nothing. He still clearly remembered what Dr. Li said when they first got married. After these few months of treatment, her old illness has improved to some extent.
8. But she is not pregnant yet. I will take her for a follow-up consultation tomorrow. In fact, I will ask Dr. Li to start giving her
She heals old wounds in the uterus.
But he couldn't let her know about these things. So he kept treating the old lung disease as an excuse, and his wife never doubted it. Now it's hard to lie to her. "Ye Lancheng, please don't let me take medicine, okay?"
Okay. After we finish the engagement and wedding, and the remaining medicinal properties in my body have almost been metabolized, let’s have a baby by then." An Zhisu saw that reasoning with Xiaoxiao didn’t work, so he started again
She started to feel affection and hooked his palm with her little finger, tickling his heart.
Ye Lancheng raised his eyebrows: "What, are you hinting at me?"
"Who, who hinted at you?" An Zhisu thought of what happened in the bathroom a few days ago and hurriedly withdrew her hand, not daring to tease him again.
Ye Lancheng snorted, lifted the quilt and got on the bed. An Zhisu put down the water glass and rolled it into his arms as a pillow. He had not forgotten what happened just now and continued to ask: "What do you think?"