Lure To Marriage

Seeing Shang Yan like that, I think I can't explain clearly with my mouth full. I'm afraid he won't listen to any explanation from me in his anger. So I don't have to ask Qin Chi En to let me down. It's as ridiculous as there is no silver here.

He kept holding me down the stairs until he put me down. He also glanced at the bar and said, "Miss Shen, do you want me to explain to your friend?"

"No, thank you."

If Shang Yan was willing to listen to the explanation, he would not have been drunk for more than a month. He expected too much of me, so he couldn't accept it when he knew it, or he couldn't forgive himself for looking up at me.

Qin Chi'en walked away. I dragged my aching leg and slowly moved towards Shangyan. I felt very sad when I saw the empty wine bottle in front of him. This silly man, why torture himself to vent his anger?

He was drunk, his eyes were red and his eyes were straight. I guess he couldn't listen to what I said at this time, so he directly supported him to go out, but he pushed me away.

"Leave me alone. Stay away from me."

"Shang Yan, my leg is not good. If you don't want to see my second bone fracture, don't be stubborn. I must see that you can go home safely."

I looked at him quietly and took up his arm again. He didn't push me back at the beginning. He staggered out with me and tried to walk smoothly without increasing my pressure.

When I got downstairs, I saw a big ben at the gate of Hou. The man beside the car was Uncle Cheng, constantly looking at the watch on his wrist. I yelled in a hurry. He was stunned when he turned his head. Then he rushed to pick up Shang Yan and helped him to the car.

"Well, if you drink like this all the time, you can't stand it. He is as stubborn as the old man Cheng Shuyi sighed.

Naturally, I couldn't get along with their housework. After bucking up the seat belt for Shang Yan, I planned to leave. But he suddenly took my hand and looked at me with his eyes burning. So I couldn't help but sit up again.

"Miss Shen, it's a problem for you. Our young master has few friends. Would you please accompany him more?" Uncle Cheng was in a hurry when he saw this scene.

"Drive, uncle Cheng."

I don't think Shang Yan looks right. His crimson cheek mound is blue. Maybe he had an alcohol attack. His breath was full of strong wine smell, and people curled up on the sofa. I put his head on my shoulder so I know if he's different.

Such a scene reminds me of a past.

It was the second semester of my sophomore year. Shortly after the beginning of the term, I gave a scholarship, and especially wanted to have dinner. So the four of us asked for a private room in the hotel outside the school, ordered a large table of dishes and a box of beer.

Small Mu coax said to play a big risk, we agreed. In the end, unfortunately, I was punished for taking a big risk by climbing the abandoned Laboratory of our school at midnight.

The laboratory is said to have died at that time, and then closed for some unknown reason. But from the basement, you can go directly to the top floor. The bold people in the school like to go and play on it. It has become a unique scenery.

I'm not timid, and I don't believe in evil. I agreed without saying a word. So at 12 o'clock, all four of us snuck out and gathered outside the lab.

They looked at the wind three times. I went to climb alone. To be honest, I was a little scared. On such a dark and windy night, Xiaomu also mentioned to me the student who died in the laboratory. She deliberately slowed down her voice and cooperated with the voice of the leaves around her. In short, the atmosphere of terror was created.

I went into the basement of the lab in panic and climbed upstairs. Because it is a flashlight, the light beam is very small, everywhere I go, I always feel strange dark shadow, my heart has always been mentioned to my throat.

But people have a little bit of urine. The more scared they are, the harder they will be. When I get to the fourth floor, I suddenly hear the rustle of footsteps behind me. I looked back and saw that it was a dark figure. At that time, I reacted very quickly and directly picked up the flashlight and threw it in the past.

When he heard the sound of "ouch", he knew that it was Shang Yan who followed him. He ran down in a hurry and found that a piece of flesh on his little finger had been scraped off, and he was bleeding continuously. It was hit by a flashlight.

I scolded him for nothing to scare people. He said that I was overreacting. He secretly followed him because he was afraid that I would be afraid. The purpose was to protect me.

Then he begged me to go downstairs on my back. I was silly at that time. I was afraid to see him shed so much blood, so I rubbed my back against him and went down. After that, I realized that he hurt his little finger. What's the relationship with his leg?

At that time, he put his head on my shoulder like this, humming a song "how to say love out" in his mouth, and sometimes breathed a breath at me, itching.

I think maybe it was at that time that he fell in love with me? And I have been foolishly him as a friend, once came to the big aunt also let him River and lake emergency to buy sanitary napkins.

The scars I made him stay on my little thumb for a lifetime. It always reminds me that a silly boy was secretly protecting me.When I think of this, my heart aches. If only I were the same as I was, at least he would not be sad, he would not be so hurt.

After returning to the villa, Shang Yan has been half asleep, but he has been holding my hand and he may be afraid that I will leave.

Uncle Cheng and I tried our best to get him to bed, but he just held me back. I reluctantly stayed down, sitting against the head of the bed in a daze.

Uncle Cheng made him a cup of sobering tea and gave him a troubled look at me and said, "Miss Shen, can you please persuade the young master that he is so drunk every day that he doesn't go to work. I heard from Mr. Ruan that his work has fallen behind a lot. Although the merchants don't lack those money, they can't do so by practicing themselves every day. "

"I will persuade you, uncle Cheng, you go and have a rest. I am here."

"Thank you, Miss Shen."

After uncle Cheng left, I took out my mobile phone and looked at it. There was a missed call on it. It was from Qin Mofei. Maybe I didn't hear it when I was in the bar. I thought about it for a while and edited a text message for him, saying that I might have to go back later, and he didn't return to me.

In fact, it's almost midnight now, but Shang yanzuicheng didn't let me go like this, and I didn't break his hand by force.

I was very unlucky and tired today. I was beaten by my mother and ridiculed by Shang Yan. I wanted to talk to him, but now it doesn't seem necessary. He can't accept me like this, and I can't go back to the past.

How terrible I am to leave Qin's mother, but how can I tell him to leave now?

There is Shang Yan. Although Xiao Mu said that he didn't mind my past and asked me to go to work, how could I put it down. Let me work with them calmly, I will not be able to raise my head.

When I was in a nightclub, I always thought that as long as I stick to the bottom line, I could start all over again one day. Originally I thought much, even if I was back to the original starting point, a stain can not be wiped off.

Just like Shang Yan, he can do everything for me, but he won't forgive my degeneration, otherwise he won't torture himself into this way.

Look at his room. It's a mess. It's like being tired of a hurricane.

There are many design drawings, paper balls and cigarette butts on the ground, and the whole room is filled with a strong smell of smoke. I guess the servant dare not clean his side, otherwise it will not be so messy.

I picked up a design drawing and had a look. It was actually a sketch of the world trade center. Are they bidding for the world trade city? A small studio, should not have that qualification?

However, there is a possibility that there are huge businesses behind him. Then I picked up a drawing to see that it was actually a sketch of kissing. It was the last time he kissed me in the car. The outline was very vivid.

I felt more and more sad when I saw this painting. He captured me so accurately that he remembered a tear in the corner of his eye. His painting style is very sharp, a few strokes can perfectly show the essence of the characters.

This one, and all the paintings in his studio, are all me. Why didn't he tell me this when I graduated? At that time, if I accepted him at that time, it would be complete. And now I'm beyond recognition and can't afford anything.

I cried, I do not know whether it is heartbreak or heartbreak, or moved, in short, crying very embarrassed.

People are wrong to irreparable will regret, but regret is often too late. If I didn't meet Shang Yan, Xiao Mu and Ruan Feng, I might muddle along.

When I met them, I suddenly realized that I wanted to look back, but found that the whole world was rejecting me.

Shang Yan despised me, my mother disliked me, and many people who saw the post despised me. I had no way to go.

What should I do next? I'm in a weird quagmire and can't get out of it.

All of a sudden, I feel so sad and lovely. I have experienced many things that women can't experience in their whole life. I walk alone on a road without light, and the more I go, the more there is no direction.

I was crying bitterly when Shang Yan's hand suddenly covered my face and wiped away the tears on my face. I looked back in a hurry and saw him staring at me with two blood red eyes. His face had changed from scarlet to pale.

I hastily wiped my nose and handed him the sobering tea from the cupboard. "Are you ok? This is the sobering tea that uncle Cheng makes for you. Drink it quickly. "

"I'm better. It's OK."

He struggled to sit up, pinched his eyebrows, and seemed a little dizzy. He wanted to get out of bed, but as soon as he got up, he fell back again. His face was pale and colorless, and his lips turned black purple.

I quickly got up and put the pillow up for him, patted his face, and found it cold. "Is there something wrong with you? Why do you look so... "

"Poof!"

My voice did not fall, he suddenly a mouthful of blood on the spray out, spray on the quilt is full of red gorgeous, shocking. I was shocked and froze for two seconds before I rushed to the door and screamed."Uncle Cheng, uncle Cheng, come on, come on."