The room suddenly became quiet, and only Jiang Chunhui and Sang Xiaoyu were left. The two of them now spend very little time alone together.
Seeing that Sang Xiaoyu was about to clear the table, Jiang Chunhui said with ulterior motives that we would talk about it tomorrow and let's have a nice talk.
Sang Xiaoyu refused and said, "Have you forgotten that I have mysophobia? It's uncomfortable to put it there."
Jiang Chunhui felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he stood up and said that he would help her clean up.
Sang Xiaoyu wanted to wash the dishes, but Jiang Chunhui offered to do it himself.
Sang Xiaoyu moved away from washing dishes and started cleaning up the kitchen.
She saw Jiang Chunhui turn on the faucet to the maximum, then put the bowl under the water and rinse it absently.
The rice grains and vegetable leaves in the bowl had been washed away, but the oil was still on them. Sang Xiaoyu said it was better to do it by herself. She couldn't stand the faucet flowing away like a small waterfall in vain. She felt sorry for the water.
She squeezed him away and said, "You should go inside and rest. I'll be done in three or two minutes."
It took Sang Xiaoyu more than ten minutes to tidy up. When she entered the room, Jiang Chunhui was lying on the small bed, looking at her with confused and fascinated eyes.
Sang Xiaoyu also drank. Because she was at home, she wore a cotton printed pajamas. Her hair was tied back inadvertently. Her eyes were a little blurry, with the confusion of a girl and the charm of a young woman. The two were intertwined.
Together.
Sang Xiaoyu's movements released a lazy home state. It was this state that allowed her to ignore her own temptations and made them more challenging.
Jiang Chunhui drank and felt very sober. He observed Sang Xiaoyu's every move.
"I'm not leaving tonight." He also patted the bed with his hand to emphasize.
Jiang Chunhui looked at Sang Xiaoyu meaningfully with his eyes.
Sang Xiaoyu's heart started to beat wildly. The two of them were in such frequent contact. Such a scene had not appeared once or twice in her mind. Jiang Chunhui's purpose was obvious and direct.
Sang Xiaoyu even suspected that her mother had hidden away deliberately.
"What if I don't agree?"
When Sang Xiaoyu said this, although she felt guilty, her tone seemed very calm.
"Why?"
"no reason."
Jiang Chunhui said without hesitation: "I won't use force."
Sang Xiaoyu put down her snack for a moment, but Jiang Chunhui continued: "I want to know your thoughts."
Sang Xiaoyu decided to express her position and said: "I just hope that we can continue to date like this. You are my high school classmate, and our current relationship is more or less out of bounds."
"That's what you think, and you know what I think too."
Jiang Chunhui's wishful thinking suddenly came to nothing, which made his mood plummet from high altitude to the bottom. He found that Sang Xiaoyu was particularly annoying when he was serious.
Sang Xiaoyu said without any leeway: "My principles will not change, not to mention you still have a family."
Jiang Chunhui was unhappy and said: "This is your best excuse. Even if I lose my wife, will you accept me? If so, I will leave now."
"Isn't it good for us to do this? If you don't feel good about it, just use a way of getting along that makes us feel good."
Jiang Chunhui sat up straight and said, "I feel bad.
Sang Xiaoyu, you are a human being, you are not a perfect machine, so I don’t understand. In the past four years, have you really not wanted a man? Do you think without emotion? "
Sang Xiaoyu said: "A woman's body follows her heart. At least now, I have not fallen in love with anyone."
Jiang Chunhui's face turned cold and asked: "Then who am I?"
"High school classmates."
Seeing that Jiang Chunhui's face was a little gray, he added: "My best high school classmate."
Jiang Chunhui was really a little unhappy. He had no idea what she was thinking. He had done everything he could and couldn't do. She was not a hard-hearted person.
For some unknown reason, Jiang Chunhui felt a little sorry for himself.
Just now, it seemed as if there was a volcano in his chest that had been brewing for a long time and was about to erupt, but under Sang Xiaoyu's indifference, it seemed like a heavy downpour fell, extinguishing him.
He didn't say anything, decided to show Sang Xiaoyu some color, picked up the clothes on the chair and left. Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but to follow him out, asking him not to drive and drink.
In his heart, Jiang Chunhui hoped that she would keep him, but she didn't and just warned him not to drive.
Jiang Chunhui took the car keys and got into the car without any hesitation, and drove away quickly.
Jiang Chunhui felt that he was too wronged. He just liked someone. Could it be that he had committed a serious crime? Especially Sang Xiaoyu in front of him. Did she like him or was she greedy for her power and money?
He understood that if they were really greedy for his money, they would have parted ways long ago.
They had been dating for less than two years, and Sang Xiaoyu never asked for a single cent of his money. Instead, she clamored to pay him back every day.
He gave everything he could. When she was sick, he paid for a doctor. He started a business and came up with his own ideas and solutions, especially when he invested money.
Thinking of how he cared for her meticulously when she was sick...
I paid off all the debts for her, and now she can easily start a business. She created everything by herself. She has done everything she can, except that she has to take out her heart.
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He opened the car window, and a cold wind blew in his face.
Jiang Chunhui woke up a little. If he really broke up with her, Sang Xiaoyu would never take the initiative to come to him. When he thought of this, all his anger disappeared.
Because he has no idea.
Jiang Chunhui's helplessness is equated with helplessness.
Jiang Chunhui always felt that there was a resentment that could not be evaporated in the car. An atmosphere similar to a fire that could not be emitted gathered in the car, suggesting to him that this was a somewhat desperate night.
Jiang Chunhui decided to find something to take revenge on Sang Xiaoyu.
What could move Sang Xiaoyu the most? He was constantly thinking about it in his mind.
He didn't go home, but drove the car to the door of a hotel and stopped.
He stayed in the car for five minutes. These five minutes were a watershed for him. In the more than a year of dating Sang Xiaoyu, he had temporarily left his daily life of socializing and drinking.
The friends who used to be with him often called him to laugh at him, saying that it was not that easy for him to wash his hands in a golden basin, and that he would return sooner or later.
He didn't believe it at the time, and now he feels that everything he did was not that great.
At least Sang Xiaoyu was ungrateful and was just mediocre in her eyes.
Jiang Chunhui got out of the car and stepped back into the life he was once familiar with.
He opened a big bed room as if he was familiar with the road. When he was taking a shower in the bathroom, his mind kept thinking about who he was looking for, and the flowers and flowers of the past came back to his memory.
He certainly wouldn't look for people he didn't know well, for fear of contracting an illness.
He wiped off all the water droplets on his body, picked up his cell phone, and started looking for the prey's number.