Hidden marriage sweet wife, husband can't help it

Chapter 189 It's Better To See You Than Never To See You
A woman in flirtatious dress and heavy make-up, with a lady's cigarette between her fingers with red nails, was full of seductive puffs, "Today's Christmas Eve, she was invited by the boss to sing two songs with a lot of money." Between the words , It is inevitable that there will be irony of contempt.

"Isn't it just a little bitch under the boss, who pretends to be like the Virgin Mary every day. You haven't seen it. I saw her last time during the day. She still wears that dress." I really think of myself as an innocent girl." Another woman even spoke of the Hetaera who hadn't shown her face in a jealous tone.

What the man said was a different flavor, "Anyway, Hetaera is beautiful. Her beauty is not amazing but it has been seen by men. I really want to press her under him and enjoy it, but I see it again. Her innocent face makes you reluctant to lay hands on her, even if you are already burning with desire."

"Hehe, you can't eat grapes and say you want to keep them for brewing."

"..."

Yan Siqi has an inexplicable interest in this woman named Hetaera. Although he loves to play and is famous for being a flamboyant woman, he still disdains to touch this kind of prostitute in what others call.

The host's voice was deafening again on the stage, "Okay, now let's ask Hetaera to sing us a song."

Whistle, 'wolf' howling, one higher than the other, this woman is... so crazy.

Yan Siqi poured himself another glass of honey-colored spirits. Perhaps in this lively festive atmosphere, he seemed too lonely sitting here alone. He suddenly became interested in Hetaera, who was about to appear on stage.

If you haven't seen him, hear his voice first.

"It's late at night, who else would keep you awake counting your scars..."

This voice is as clear as a breeze blowing on the clear lake, sparkling and soul-stirring.

Yan Siqi, who was sitting on a chair, suddenly stood up, staring at Hetaera standing on the stage, wearing only a white tight skirt.

Shen Wanling? !

He was absolutely right, it was really her.

That Hetaera on the stage, barefoot and wearing a V-neck low-cut tight skirt, is Shen Wanling, Linger, whom he has been looking for for six years.

"If you love deeply, you will not be able to balance, and you will be troubled by love, and your soul will be tortured. Love what you should love, hate what you should hate, and keep some points for yourself... Although love is a kind of responsibility, you must give it completely. , sometimes beauty cannot last forever, love is as ecstasy as it is hurting, if you are brave enough to love, you must be brave enough to share."

The colorful dazzling lights flickered with her music, making people dazzled, and the voices from the audience seemed to bury the woman on the stage.

The woman on the stage did not know when she started to fix her charming eyes on Yan Siqi who was standing under the stage. She smiled seductively and seductively, but in those eyes, he couldn't find the girl from six years ago. fascination and familiarity.

Why did she sing here, this place she swore that she would never step in again in this life.

After a song ended, the neon lights were replaced, leaving only a round white light shining on her graceful body. She was not stingy with her smile, and gave it to the enthusiastic audience like a country, a touch of soul-stirring smile.

There was an uproar and cheers from the audience, this Christmas Eve is a bit like this woman's concert.

He still remembers that she likes to sing, and has always liked to sing. In the past, she often sang softly in his ear, singing about Liang Jingru's warmth.

He wasn't as good as she sang in her song, and he didn't have two spoons and a bowl with her. That was just what she wanted.

"Beauty, let me play another song. I like to listen to you singing, and my soul is completely taken away by your beautiful voice."

A ruffian man walked onto the stage, his squinting eyes looked up and down the woman's body, he didn't like to listen to her songs, but he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Yan Siqi suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, he wanted to rush forward and goug out the man's eyes, so that he could no longer cast his unbridled eyes on his woman.

Two tall men in black clothes appeared on the stage, pushing away the obnoxious, male, guarding the woman, I don't know what one of the bodyguards whispered to the man, the man's face suddenly changed, although it was extremely uncomfortable Willing, but still forced to walk off the stage.

Next was a song by Lin Yilian. He didn't remember that she liked to listen to these old songs. She often said in his ear, "Singing cheerful songs will make people happy."

Falling in love with someone who doesn't come home, waiting for a door that doesn't open, fickle eyes, tight lips, why go again.

Begging hard, asking hard...

Yan Siqi looked at Shen Wanling who was no longer Shen Wanling with her own eyes. She was escorted away by two bodyguards. When she sang, she seemed to be looking in his direction all the time, but she didn't seem to be looking at him. What she was looking at was a stranger. people.

Yan Siqi ran backstage like crazy, he must know who that woman is?He has to ask her carefully, where has she gone for six years?

As soon as Shen Wanling stepped off the stage, she felt that her whole body was about to collapse. She no longer had the strength she had on the stage just now. Even after six years, facing him and making eye contact with him, she still couldn't do it. stranger.

The bodyguard helped her neatly place a pair of crystal diamond high heels at least ten centimeters high in front of her feet. After she let the bodyguard leave, she stared at the heavily made-up face on the mirror, the face she hated the most. look.

With a "snap", she picked up the hair dryer on the dressing table and slammed it on the mirror reflecting her beautiful face.

There was a crisp sound of the mirror breaking, and her face that I hated was no longer visible on it.

"I haven't seen you in six years, and my temper has changed." It was a voice from hell, which made Shen Wanling, who had her back turned to him, smile coldly. He still came, and she knew he would come to her.

She twisted her waist, with the seductive charm of a woman who has been in the field for a long time, her red lips are seductive, and her charming voice is hard to forget, "Young Master Yan, it hasn't changed at all. , I still like to wander among the psychedelic flowers.”

Well, at least she didn't pretend that she didn't know him, but the tone of her words made him irritated, and he really wanted to tear off her hypocritical face with heavy makeup.

Yan Siqi suddenly took a big stride full of anger, clasped one hand accurately on her slender neck, and ordered the woman in front of her in a very displeased tone, "Talk to me carefully."

His anger no longer had the same effect as it did six years ago. Instead of being intimidated, she smiled. The sarcasm of the smile was mixed with disdain. Her beautiful eyes stared at him indifferently. The words that came out of her red lips, Cold as ice, "Young Master Yan, didn't you see that? I am no longer that stupid woman who was at your mercy six years ago. Your anger makes me want to laugh."

What is he angry about?Six years ago, even if she provoked him again, he would not even give her anger. Six years later, why is he angry?
His anger had turned into hostility in an instant, and the big hand around her neck was suddenly clenched. He gritted his teeth and asked her in extreme annoyance, "Do you know what the Chinese meaning of Hetaera is?"

Shen Wanling smiled coldly, her throat was already hurting, but she would never resist. Six years ago, she had become accustomed to these movements, and six years later, she could still do them without feeling any.

She answered him profoundly, "Prostitute, female, high-class prostitute, female, what? Could it be that Yan Shao forgot that six years ago, you scolded me like this every night when you were in bed and excited."

"Shen Wanling!" He yelled at her furiously, and the big hand on her neck inadvertently increased his strength. He glared at her angrily, as if he wished he could really strangle her, strangle her alive.

Shen Wanling only felt that it was getting harder to breathe and the air around her was getting thinner. She wanted to reach out and grab him, begging him to let her go and let her go.

But her hands hanging by her side were powerless, she felt that her vision was blurred and the world was dark.

She said in her heart, 'This ending is pretty good, really good, at least he died at his hands, and he was the last person she saw. '

Anger had already dazzled Yan Siqi's head, and he was already drunk, and he didn't know the strength of his hands. With bloodshot eyeballs, he stared at the woman in front of him. In his pupils, the color of her red lips became more and more intense. The darker it is, the darker it is, the darker it can't find a little luster.

The corners of her beautiful lips that once made him always be confused and forgetful, evoked a wry smile of relief, and her mournful eyes slowly... closed.

She is neither sad nor hurt.

This is the best relief.

At that last moment, Shen Wanling thought that she could finally be freed, but he suddenly let go of his hand. He stared helplessly at his trembling hand. What did he do just now? He almost strangled that woman Yes, just one second, just one second.

He looked up at her, wanted to say sorry to her, wanted to ask her, is there anything wrong?But looking at her cold and plain eyes, he couldn't say anything.

Shen Wanling, who had regained her breath, cocked her mouth and smiled sadly. She looked away and lowered her head. She took out a box of women's cigarettes and a lighter in the shape of red lipstick in her bag.

He didn't strangle her, making her so irritable that she wanted to smoke.

Before Yan Siqi understood what she was going to do, with a "click", a gleam of light lit the cigarette between her lips, and she took a puff deftly, with a light smile always hanging on the corner of her mouth.

"What are you doing?" Yan Siqi quickly snatched away the cigarette that was still burning between her red lips, and stared at her coldly.

She even learned to smoke?
Shen Wanling wasn't surprised by his reaction at all, she smiled lightly, lost her soul, and mourned sadly, "Young Master Yan, don't you think you care too much? I just want to smoke a cigarette."

"Ling'er..." Ling'er seemed to be calling softly from the bottom of his heart, representing a thousand words, condensing his calling in every lonely night in the past six years.

Shen Wanling smiled more sarcastically than any smile just now, sadly, "Linger? Where did Linger go? Do you know her? Have you found her? Did she not die six years ago?"

While Yan Siqi tightened his brows, his heart also tightened. He wanted to step up to hug her and say to her, 'Linger, come back. '

(End of this chapter)