His Vengeful Ex-Wife

Tang Wei hears Su Yan say so, instinct added a, "can leave, I rare you that little money?"

Su Yan laughs at himself, too. Is Tang Wei short of money?

"What do you want me to do?" Su Yan turned her face and said, "how long do you want to stay here?"

Tang Wei really put up his arm to support half of his face and began to think about this problem. The morning sun was shining on half of his face, and the sun gilded his outline. At this moment, the delicate face of a man seemed to come out of a cartoon. His high nose, thin lips and every corner were telling how rebellious he was.

Instead of answering Su Yan, he threw the question back to her, "how long are you going to stay here? Pay me back? Don't you recognize where it is? "

Su Yan was stunned.

This place may not be back for a long time, and the decoration is expensive, which leads to her first reaction that it is in the hotel What's more, besides hotels, where else? She was drunk and woke up in the hotel the next day. It's human's habitual thinking

Tang Wei saw a blank expression on Su Yan's face.

Cough cough throat, he said, "you can't recognize it is normal, after all, this side has been redecorated before, the floor heating is also new shop."

Redecorating?

"But the location and layout of the overall room have not changed."

Tang Wei sat up from the bed, "Su Yan, this is not a hotel, this is our home."

Our home.

Su Yan felt a kind of violent turbulence in her heart. She took a breath and looked out in disbelief. The sun was shining outside, and there was a piece of green grass outside the window. Then she moved her eyes indoors -

she trembled, "my father bought this house for me..."

"It's mine, to be exact." Tang Wei's tone was casual. "I asked Uncle Su Qi if he bought this place."

Su Yan opened her eyes wide, "why do you want to do this -"

"I hate this place."

At this moment, Tang Wei's white face doesn't have a redundant expression. He seems to be telling something that has nothing to do with himself. His tone is like a passer-by, and he doesn't care at all. "The years I spent with you, living together in high school, were all here."

"So I hate this place."

Living together day after day, calling and hurting day after day, her no bottom line concession connived at his unlimited violence, more and more ruthless, more and more numb and merciless. He remembered her shadow in every corner of the house, and the thin white neck when she bent down.

His impulse and desire, his rage and hatred, covered her soft and delicate skin inch by inch, startled the rich and complex chemical reaction, this room is the place he can't control most, painting is the prison, in that short high school time, peeping at her amazing white in the shadow, he wanted to enter her body countless times.

Whether it's his teeth, or his hands, or his other dirty organs, they should be firmly bonded with her flesh and blood as adhesive. Tearing them apart is pulling out muscles and bones.

Tang Wei took a deep breath, and the long memory deepened his eyes.

"But you're gone. There's nothing left."

Only at that moment did he know that he was the one who was kept in captivity.

Without her, he couldn't see anyone else in his dream.

He hated to buy the place, demolish everything and redecorate it. He didn't want to see any trace of her existence any more. But who knows, the more he covered it up, the more startling he remembered -

how fragile and sweet she was in the middle of the night.