Fiction: The two of them have all the past mixed in between them, so she can't get his true heart

Looking at Shi Yan's gaze, Shi Lan naturally understood. After a little hesitation, Shi Lan turned his head and looked at Sister-in-law Wang: "It's time to eat, Sister-in-law Wang, tell Madame to go downstairs." ”

However, before Sister-in-law Wang could take action, Lin Xi'er quickly said, "I'll go and call Auntie." ”

But faster than Lin Xi'er's pace was Shi Yan: "Let's go together." ”

As soon as the voice fell, Luo Yun's voice came from the stairs: "I can still eat her." "Such an obvious, extremely unfriendly attitude.

Seeing that Luo Yun had already gone downstairs, Lin Xi'er called out, "Auntie." ”

In the face of her title, Luo Yun did not answer, and his eyes were indifferent and even undisguised disgust.

Shi Yan smiled at Luo Yun and quickly walked over to her: "Mom, you have finally come down, you haven't seen your son for a long time, don't you want to?" The tone of his voice was son-like.

Shi Yan hugged Luo Yun and continued to smile and said, "Xi'er has brought you a gift, you must like it." ”

In the face of Shi Yan's pampering, Luo Yun's expression did not seem to improve by half.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, and Shi Lan looked at Luo Yun with some hints and reminders.

Finally, Luo Yun said, "Eat, I'm hungry." ”

Hearing this, Shi Yan smiled and said, "Mom is hungry, I am also hungry, let's eat." Then he carried Luo Yun toward the restaurant, and Lin Xi'er went with him.

At dinner, Shi Lan and Shi Yan would still talk about business, and Shi Lan would ask Shi Yan about the situation in the United States this year and the specific details of the terms of the acquisition.

Luo Yun and Lin Xi'er did not say a word during the whole process.

Only from time to time, Shi Yan would give dishes to his mother Luo Yun and Lin Xi'er, who was sitting next to him.

After dinner, Shi Lan: "It's very late, don't leave tonight, stay here." As soon as these words came out, Lin Xi'er was slightly stunned, and Luo Yun's gaze was just looking at them.

Lin Xi'er just wanted to refuse: "We..."

Shi Yan hugged her and said with a smile, "Well, I guess Xi'er is tired too." His voice, pampered, spoiled.

She entered his room with him, closed the door, and his hand let go of hers, and the pampering and pampering that had just begun to be in the house disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the tenderness on his face was not half a minute.

She turned her back on him, looked at the beautiful figure printed on the floor-to-ceiling window, and how could she not understand what he was doing.

In Lin Xi'er's tone, the grief was difficult to hide, and it seemed to be mixed with self-deprecation: "You, are you worried that she will hurt me?" ”

Unable to hide the deep remorse and uselessness of the self-blame that had already seeped into her bones, she said, "Even if she does anything to me, it is what I deserve." She spoke calmly, but bitterly.

He looked at her petite back in front of him, and there was so obvious pain and sadness in her tone, and there was even a slight trembling in her voice. Damn, I shouldn't have brought her here, but I had to.

As soon as her voice fell, his cold voice came from behind her: "Instead of worrying about whether she will hurt you, you should worry more about whether I will hurt you now." ”

After speaking, he took a step forward, turned her strongly, and his arm used force to shackle her, kissing her on the lips fiercely, and the strength made her a little overwhelmed. One hand pressed her head, forcing her to bear her own kisses, and the other clasped her waist against herself, as if to force her into her body.

A strong violation, the body instinctively began to refuse, but she could not get rid of him half a point. It was something she had never experienced before, his madness, his always gentle care for her, a year ago, yes, it was a year ago.

Thinking of this, she gave up the struggle and indulged in what he had done.

People who miss to the bone, soft lips that have not been touched for a year, once contaminated, seem to be enchanted.

Her softness pleased him.

With a slight force, she lay down with him on the large bed behind her.

Predatory kisses moved from her lips and came to her cheeks.

Slender fingers, not knowing whether they had done so deliberately or out of control, began to probe into her clothes.

His warm hand woke her up, and her eyes were instantly clear.

Reaching out and holding the hand that was trying to invade further, looking into his obsidian eyes, some trembling voice: "Are you sincere?" ”

Hearing her question, he looked up at her underneath, pulled out the hand that she was holding, and turned to caress her cheek, drawing and caring like a treasure. Ke Ming's hand was so gentle, but his voice crossed her heart like a thousand years of cold ice: "Are you still qualified to get my true heart now?" ”

She looked at him, as if there were a thousand words, and it seemed that she only wanted to look at him like this, and to indulge his words cruelly could send her to hell, and she still wanted to just look at him like this for a while, and after a year of not seeing him, how much she really thought about him, how much she thought about him.

Looking at her gaze the same way, looking at this familiar, gaze with intense dependence, the heart gradually softened, indulging him to hurt her again, and from her eyes, there was only dependence.

Looking at her red lips, which had just swollen slightly from her own rampage, she caressed her cheeks. His voice was gentle and loving again, incomparably affectionate: "I haven't seen you in a year, do you miss me?" ”

He, tender as water.

She nodded slightly, tears in her eyes: "Think." ”

Hearing her answer, looking at her affectionate eyes, he lost his temperature again: "How many points can I believe your words?" ”

He beat her into the land of no return again.

Then he got up, let go of her, and without a hint of nostalgia, got up and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, she nestled in the bed, it seemed, had fallen asleep, so petite, so pitiful.

He lifted the quilt and went to bed, and could see her body trembling slightly.

After bathing, the cool but refreshing breath wrapped her tightly, and he embraced her in his arms.

Her body was a little tense, and he felt it. He knew that the arrogance he had just made had frightened her. He had never done this to her, never had the heart to do this to her.

"Well, I'm not going to do anything to you, go to sleep."

But such a gentle comfort made her try to hold back the tears, and it was a failure. She was in his arms, crying sadly, even desperately.

He hugged her harder, and she approached him desperately into his arms, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Nice."

Words that have been said to her millions of times, such familiar care and indulgence, but nothing else.

Almost all night, she cried sadly, and he embraced her in his arms.

Can time start all over again? If she could, would she still choose the same path for the sake of her former persistence? Although even though it is known that the end of this road is desperate.

But that persistence was also everything she was willing to do everything she wanted to protect even if she was crushed to pieces.

The next morning, when she woke up, there was no one around. She washed up and went downstairs, and no matter how carefully she disguised herself, she could not cover her eyes that were slightly swollen from tears all night.

When I walked to the living room, everyone was already there.

"Uncle and aunt, early." Lin Xi'er greeted.

Shi Lanying said, "Hmm," his voice brushed away indifferently.

Luo Yun didn't say a word, just kept looking at her, with a thought in his eyes.

Shi Yan got up from the sofa, approached her with a smile, raised his hand to gently stroke her slightly swollen eyes, approached slightly, the tone of his voice was sad, and even brought a sense of self-blame, but it was endless pampering: "How swollen into this, I knew so, last night, I shouldn't have bullied you like that." ”

The tone of extreme ambiguity, his warm breath lightly poured on her cheeks, Rao was that nothing happened last night, but also made her cheeks red.

She looked up in his arms, through his shoulder, saw the aunt's eyes, and sure enough, she retreated from thinking, more points, hate, well, that was hate, clear and clear hatred.

After breakfast, Shi Yan took Lin Xi'er out of Shi's house, today is the weekend, she does not need to go to work.

On the car, Shi Yan's cold voice: "I send you home?" ”

Lin Xi'er: "Good. But suddenly remembered something and said, "I don't live in..."

But before she could finish speaking, he interrupted her impatiently: "Don't bother reminding." ”

Soon, the car was driven to the neighborhood where Lin Xi'er lived, all the way smooth, all the way wordless.

He made no secret of what he knew about her even a year later, including where she lived and where she lived.

She looked at his side face, looked at his handsome facial features, and couldn't say what she felt in her heart. She had never imagined what kind of state and relationship they would be when they saw him again a year later. Because she never dared to think about it, after all, a year ago, reality had lost them all in such a cruel way, lost so important.

The car stopped, and there was another moment of silence.

After a while, her soft voice came, which was an explanation: "It's closer to the company here, and I'm more snoozy." There seemed to be a slight smile in the words, a clear spring-like taste, and it belonged to her mark alone.

Her self-teasing did not bring him a response, though he had said he loved her humor the most. Every time she told him about her troubles in front of him just for Bo Jun's sake, Shi Yan always smiled helplessly and then said, "Lin Xi'er, you are not stupid. ”

And whenever this happened, Lin Xi'er would always open her big aura-breathing eyes close to him, look at his eyes, the corners of his mouth went up, and said with great seriousness: "It's really like you." ”

Silly, also want to pull you along.

His voice on the side interrupted her memories and came to an abrupt halt, in his usual cold tone: "If you want to continue to be my assistant, start next Monday." ”

Lin Xi'er was slightly surprised by his words, but before she could react, Shi Yan suddenly approached, and her handsome face was almost pressed against her cheek.

"But Xi'er, you must know that I am not as safe around as you think, understand?" He leaned close to her, reminding her in the softest voice of what she might be facing.

So close, the memory of last night came over her, and her cheeks flushed slightly. The simplest pun, all the past and right and wrong between two people, who owes someone a little more, who loses a little more, is the entanglement of two people, and not just the entanglement of two people, she understands what he means, understands very well.

He looked at her expression carefully, as if he didn't want to miss any of her reactions.

For a moment, he reached out and unfastened her seat belt and sat up straight.

"I'll be on time on Monday, thank you for sending me back." She got out of the car and left.