Love You To The Bones

The waiter brought the wine. Fang Yanrong picked up the bottle and poured a cup for Shen Zichuan. She stared at his handsome facial features, blinked the water mist from the corners of her eyes and smiled tenderly.

"Brother Zichuan, drink."

"I drank this cup, you go back with me."

The man didn't sit down in the seat on Fang Yan's side, but sat down opposite her. His slender fingers were languidly playing with the mobile phone in his palm, and his face was expressionless.

"No, I don't want to go back."

Fang Yanrong raised her hands, crossed the small bar and attached to Shen Zichuan's iron cold arm. Her tender fingertips touched the warm skin under his black shirt, and her soft voice softened several degrees. "Brother Zichuan, you accompany me back to the villa and spend the long night with me, and I'll go back with you."

"Come on, I said, when I get married, I will do what I should do."

Shen Zichuan gave a faint reply, took back the right arm tightly clamped by Fang Yanrong, gently lifted the wine cup with his long finger, put it between his thin lips and drank it.

The high concentration of whisky burned his throat, and the discomfort made his eyes gradually cold.

"But, brother Zichuan, it's less than two months before our wedding. Let me feel the joy and happiness as your wife in advance. Isn't that ok?"

Once again, Shen Zichuan refused the proposal without hesitation. There was a painful emotion on Fang Yanrong's beautiful and exquisite face.

The man narrowed his narrow eyes, took a small sip of wine left in the cup, drank it up, slowly stood up from his seat, and his face was not confused from entering the bar to now.

He pulled off his thin lips and smiled. "You know my temper. I've made a decision, so there's no room for change."

With that, Shen Zichuan's eyes were heavy, glanced at several small gangsters in the corner, and soon took them back. Fang Yanrong, who was lying on the seat and didn't want to start, said with little expression, "if you don't want to go, just wait to be picked up by them."

Fang Yanrong stared at him, looked up at this particularly charming man who was always impatient around her, and smiled bitterly, "brother Zichuan, if I hadn't been stared at by these little gangsters with bad ideas, you wouldn't have come to the bar to find me back."

"Yes."

Shen Zichuan stopped looking at her, settled his account and walked slowly to the door of the bar.

He repressed his boiling instinct and rushed here quickly, but Fang Yanrong didn't follow. She would bear anything else.

Looking at the determined figure of Shen Zichuan who turned away without hesitation, Fang Yanrong's heart hurt badly.

She knew he would come, but when she came, she had little patience with her. Where she was, he always didn't want to stay much.

But she only loves him. What can she do?

Even if he is like this now, she is only willing to give her a little warmth occasionally, and she is reluctant to let go. Like a moth to the fire, she enthusiastically pours on him and likes him recklessly.

Even if he is hurt, he doesn't change his original intention of love.

Fang Yanrong swallowed the bitterness and sadness in her mouth, suddenly propped up her body from the card seat, stumbled up and shouted softly to the man who had gone out of reach at the door of the bar, "brother Zichuan, I'll go with you, wait for me."

Hearing Fang Yanrong's sad cry, Shen Zichuan stopped, put one hand in his trousers pocket, turned slowly, looked at her sharply, and calmly said, "I hope there is only one such thing tonight. In addition, Fang Xiaoran, you'd better not go there if you have nothing.

I'll give you everything that should be given, but don't worry about what you shouldn't think. "

How could Fang Yanrong not understand the real meaning of this?

The heart contracted suddenly almost instantaneously, and there was a sharp dull pain.

She repressed her heart, extreme jealousy and panic, carried her handbag with her hands, and her fingernails stabbed into her palms. The pain was so painful that she couldn't help shaking slightly, but her face looked gentle, "Brother Zichuan, I know what you mean. I take everything you say to heart and remember clearly. I'm very satisfied to marry you as your wife. I won't have delusions. Really, as long as you feel happy, I'll be happy!"

Shen Zichuan looked at her with tears and smiles under the moonlight. Her appearance was beautiful and moving, which made her feel pity.

Such a delicate and beautiful woman, three years younger than Fang Xiaoran, should be favored by many men.

But among them, he is not included. In the face of Fang Yanrong, no matter how pitiful she is, his heart can't afford many ripples.

It's just that she has been with him for so many years and is used to her existence. Giving her the title of Mrs. Shen is just compensation.

Seeing the tears in her eyes, she still smiled with no complaints. She smiled gently at him. Shen Zichuan's heart as hard as diamond beat in his chest and softened two points.

"Let's go. Let's take you back to the South villa. The decoration there has a fair taste."

Chengnan villa is his engagement gift to Fang Yanrong.

Does he think the taste of interior decoration is acceptable, which implicitly indicates that he is actually quite satisfied with her?

With a feeling of apprehension and expectation, Fang Yanrong sat in Shen Zichuan's car and drove her straight to her destination.

After getting out of the car, Fang Yanrong bypassed the front of the car and went to the door at the driver's side. Through the rolled down window, she gently called him, "brother Zichuan, I know Fang Xiaoran is waiting for you to go back, but can you not talk to her when you go back tonight... Please, brother Zichuan, give me the last bit of dignity?"

Shen Zichuan didn't reply at that time. He stared at Fang Yanrong's sad face. After watching it for a long time, he nodded heavily, so the sending engine quickly turned around and left.

At that moment, Fang Yanrong controlled the impulse to kill and vent her anger, rushed into the bedroom decorated with the wedding room, fell on the bright red silk quilt and wept bitterly.

She calculated so much, step by step, but finally Fang Xiaoran was forced by Shen Zichuan to stay with her as his underground lover. This was not the result she wanted.

He looked at her in the bar this evening. Even if he knew that those little gangsters were obviously going to have a bad idea about her, his eyes were still calm.

But if he cares about her a little, he can't be so calm as a pool of stagnant water?!

She made a plot against Xiaoran, but now she's self defeating.

What should I do?

What the hell should she do?

Fang Yanrong's pupil emits a gloomy and terrible light. Everything is because of Fang Xiaoran's damn bitch!

Shen Zichuan can only be hers. She will never let other women take him from her own hands.

Shen Zichuan returned to the villa where Fang Xiaoran was imprisoned. It was dark everywhere. Obviously, the stubborn woman had no intention of waiting for him to come back and spend the night together.

He pressed the fingerprint lock, turned on the light, changed his shoes and went in.

As he walked through the living room, he glanced deeply at the guest room where Fang Xiaoran lived. He saw that the door was hung with a copper lock and closed tightly. For some reason, he was not interested at all.

He climbed up the stairs and stepped into the glass room on the open-air balcony on the second floor. He fell lazily on the only sofa and smelled the remaining light fragrance. It was sweet and not easy to be bored. A smell from Fang Xiaoran made him feel at ease and warm.

Tired men, once relaxed, soon fall into a state of deep sleep.

But Shen Zichuan just narrowed for a while, but suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the sofa.

It was not an illusion. There was a harsh alarm in his ear!