But hunger couldn't be concealed, and holding her stomach couldn't change anything.
It's nothing more than covering one's ears and stealing the bell.
"Eat when you're hungry. It's not like I can't afford you a bowl of rice."
Shen Wanxing looked at the mess in that place, "If it's a waste next time, I won't let you have a bite of food on Fuyun Island and starve you to death. Do you believe it?"
She believes it.
Song Siqing was startled by her cold tone.
Shen Wanxing can really do such a thing.
Song Siqing pursed her lips, her eyes filled with moisture.
Her face was mottled with bruises, her abdomen was accidentally injured, she was in a mess, and she was bullied.
It looked extremely pitiful.
Shen Wanxing took in her appearance.
"Do you think you are pitiful?"
Shen Wanxing asked calmly.
She thought of the three years in prison. She was a proud woman who became a prisoner. She lived in dire straits every day. She didn't know if she would be able to see the sun the next day, and she didn't know what torture methods were waiting for her. Hold her.
Song Siqing's suffering was nothing compared to the big one.
Mr. Song protected her very well. When she behaved misbehaving, there were people who tried their best to clean up her mess.
"Shen Wanxing, do I really have no chance at all?"
Song Siqing cried.
She still hopes for it.
"Do you still have thoughts about my man?"
Shen Wanxing was angry at her stupid question, "Don't even think about it!"
Song Siqing cried so sadly that she almost cried out all the grievances and sorrow she had felt. She couldn't even speak clearly for a moment. Her psychological defense completely collapsed. She said she was sorry and she would never speak again. Got it.
She also wants to be a good person.
"Send me away! Please, send me to the place where my grandfather is buried."
"That's not possible for now, I have to let you watch me and He Xizhou falling in love here."
Shen Wanxing refused.
Song Siqing will not end well if she goes out. Who knows what her pig brain can do.
"Don't seek death. I'll give you a surprise in two months."
"What surprise?"
"It won't be a surprise if I say it now, just wait."
Shen Wanxing's tone was fierce. She thought it was because of Mr. Song's noble moral character that she had so much tolerance for Song Siqing.
She quickly walked out of the guest room and slammed the door.
I happened to see He Xizhou standing at the door.
"Why didn't you go back to your room?"
"Wait for you."
He Xizhou held her hand and said, "Let's go."
"You heard it, right? She also asked me if I could be with you. Is she out of her mind or did I hear wrongly. Does she still want to be your little wife?" Shen Wanxing couldn't help but express his anger to congratulations. On Xizhou.
Who made him look so attractive?
"She's out of her mind."
He Xizhou's tone was very calm, and he did not take Song Siqing seriously.
It's her.
"You don't have to be soft-hearted towards her. She should have been condemned by her conscience for what she did."
"I did it because of Mr. Song."
Shen Wanxing argued.
"good."
He Xizhou opened the door of the master bedroom.
Shen Wanxing rubbed his waist, "There is one last song for the dinner, why don't you let them play it?"
She knew that He Xizhou had sent them all away in advance, so when she selected the music, she specifically chose a favorite tango dance song and planned to invite He Xizhou to dance.
But he shouted stop.
Shen Wanxing felt it was a pity that he lost this opportunity.
She does have that kind of mentality. Seeing how this cold and heartless man could make such a change for me, she wants everyone to see how much He Xizhou values her.
"I don't want you to dance for them."
He Xizhou turned on the old-fashioned record player and played "Goodbye, Nonino" by Piazzolla, the godfather of tango.
Tango music starts.
Piano, drums, accordion.
Shen Wanxing stood in the dim warm light and looked at He Xizhou.
"When this matter is over, I want to give you a gift." Shen Wanxing leaned into his arms and said ambiguously.
He Xizhou is tall and tall, and full of abstinence.
This man is not ignorant of style, he has developed many skills as an heir.
He stood in front of her in a suit, as if a god had descended upon him, yet he was entangled in her and danced this desperate and struggling tango.
Inexplicably, there is a warm yet unfinished feeling.
Goodbye, Nonino.
Take away my eyes on Monday so that I cannot see the sun or your face.
You took your arm from me on Tuesday. I'm so sorry that I can't hug you hard.
…
Goodbye, Nonino.
What God gives me, God will take away.
You gave me more than God.
…
Even if they opened my head on Sunday and took away the whole brain and the memory, I would still be able to remember...
We are so in love.
Shen Wanxing's breathing was slightly rapid. She was eager to prove something.
The hand wearing Josephine's ring was intertwined with He Xizhou's.
She looked at He Xizhou and said, "What God gives me, God will take away. What you give me is more than God."
God gave her life.
What He Xizhou gave her was more important than life.
Even if the memory is taken away, I can still remember that we love each other so much.
Her other hand was clutching his suit jacket tightly, the sleeves of which were ruffled.
If she catches him, he won't run away.
"You didn't drink, so why are you talking nonsense when you're drunk?"
He Xizhou touched her head.
Shen Wanxing leaned in his arms. She didn't dare to say that she was uneasy.
Ever since the story of Josephine's confrontation with the ring, she has always been uneasy.
"Goodbye Nonino" made her uneasy. She wanted to catch him! She would never let him slip away in front of her.
"Lower your head, I want to kiss you."
What she said was a little domineering and a little willful.
I want it, not what I want.
There is no need to ask for your opinion, this is what is happening now, you just need to obey.
He Xizhou lowered his head, a chuckle escaped from his throat, and he indulged her willfulness.
If she wants it, then she wants it.
He made no move.
She was kissing, and the initiative was in her hands. Shen Wanxing seemed a little dissatisfied with his actions, so she reached out and grabbed his tie.
Force him to cater.
He Xizhou's back was straight, his throat rolled, but he made no more movements.
He seems to want to know what else this woman can do.
"sit down."
She pushed him to sit down on the sofa, and He Xizhou half-pushed him and was pressed down by her.
Her unreasonable fear required such an intimate act to prove his existence.
"Don't be afraid."
He whispered.
"He Xizhou, you have feelings." Shen Wanxing leaned against him.
He Xizhou almost laughed out loud, who did this?
Shen Wanxing's hand reached down dishonestly.
He Xizhou's hands played with her other hand. Her hand was white and tender, without calluses, and it felt different from his own.
There was secret sweat on his forehead, and there were deep dark clouds in his eyes.
But the ascetic face still remained indifferent, and even if he was doing something excessive, the thin lips did not make any sound.
Shen Wanxing noticed a light and gentle feeling, and she pressed her hands hard.
As expected, I heard a hoarse sound.
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"Goodbye Nonino"
Take your eyes from me on Monday
Keep me from seeing the sun and your face
Take the arm from me on Tuesday
I'm so sorry that I can't hug you hard
My legs were taken from me on Wednesday and Thursday.
I can't walk with you anymore
Friday took the tongue from me
What should I do if I can't tell you your name?
Another thing was taken from me on Saturday
Don't be sad, even though we can't love, I still love you
…
What God gives, God will take away
You gave me more than God
Goodbye Nonino Goodbye
even on sunday
They opened my head and took the whole brain
Even if the memory is taken away, I can still remember it.