Their Intriguing Marriage

He Jiawen rubbed his sour eyes, looked up from a pile of books full of figures, and then dialed the assistant's phone. The phone sounded very noisy, full of Christmas Eve revelry.

He simply told her to buy two cups of black coffee when she went to work tomorrow morning. Then he hung up the phone and stood up. Looking from the high office building of Lin's group, he could see the whole Carnival city.

After so many years, he seems to have been used to a person. No matter what festival, it's Bachelor's day for him. He quietly does the planned things, and then quietly waits for the dawn.

In fact, this is not bad, there is not too much desire, hope will not have so much trouble.

Brad nest in his apartment, took out a old disc, put it into the projector, turned off all the lights, poured a glass of red wine, nestled on the carpet in front of the sofa, quietly staring at the projector projected on the wall full of time feeling picture.

When the hero and heroine embrace each other affectionately, his nose suddenly gets sour. He raises his hand and rubs his nose. He refuses to face himself and remembers the fact of Li Qingning.

But even if he strongly denied that, on the Christmas Eve of her first year in the United States, they were so close to each other, side by side, on the sofa, watching this old literary love movie.

The picture projected on the white wall was flowing slowly, and he suddenly felt a trance of sadness and moving. Now, is she embracing that man to spend the night that should be lively?

He looked at the snow outside the window, still can't help but think of the good time he had with her.

On this busy Christmas night, a corner of the city plays the strongest syllable of tragedy.

After entering Lan Kwai Fong, Feng Chi found that even the night show was full of festival atmosphere. As soon as he entered the hall, there was a green Christmas tree in the middle, but it was decorated with wine bottles of various colors.

He grinned, put his hand in his pocket and walked towards the hot music. Although it's snowing and freezing outside, it's still warm as summer inside.

The ambiguous lighting and desire, the heat of hope make the dresses of the girls in the evening show look shorter than those in summer. It seems that as long as you bend over, the scene will be more beautiful.

Taking advantage of the festive atmosphere, men constantly pour those psychedelic liquid, tease the charming and charming prey around them, and from time to time, through drunkenness, or under the guise of drunkenness, gently pinch the plump parts of those women. Whose prey is it? Or you can say it's predatory.

Feng Chi shakes his head and smiles helplessly, but inadvertently, his sight touches a familiar figure. She sat among a group of men, smiling from time to time.

For a moment, he was in a trance. He suddenly thought of the embarrassment and disdain on her face when he brought her to the night show for the first time five years ago. But now, she is perfectly integrated into such a scene.

All of a sudden, he felt cold all over. Although the heat of the surrounding atmosphere was soaring and the DJ was on the stage shouting with 12 points of passion, he still felt like a cold observer.

Maybe there is telepathy between people. Otherwise, how could Feng Chi just look up and see Lin Bai when she was standing nearby?

"Mr. Lin, why don't you drink?" The partner sitting next to her ear, a hand on her exposed thigh, palm with hot heat, exuding desire. The original temperature of hope rubbed back and forth on her smooth thigh.

With a shudder all over her body, she drew back her eyes, turned to smile at the man, leaned over and drank a glass of wine. Although that smile is false, it still stirs the heartstrings of men.

It has to be said that Feng Chi was born to be the king of nightclubs. Although he did nothing, he just stood there quietly and immediately attracted the attention of the whole audience.

A group of women, like smelling the smell of prey, shuttled around Feng Chi in the crowd and said, "Oh, isn't this Feng Shao?"

"That is, Feng Shao, I haven't come out to play for a long time. Do you remember us?"

"Is Feng Shao changing people recently? Why can't he even see him?"

Feng Chi suddenly raised the corner of his mouth with a little ruffian smile, stretched his arm over their shoulders, and said with a smile: "all come out for the festival, which one? It's my treat tonight! "

Finish saying, embracing that group of night show girls of heavy makeup to walk toward another card seat.

Looking at this scene, Lin Bai's eyes suddenly filled with tears, but she tried her best to hold back the warm liquid.

Of course, she couldn't cry. She took a deep breath and controlled not to blink her eyes to avoid tears falling down. She shouldn't cry. How can she cry? The wrong person is clearly not her.

She watched Feng Chi's figure gradually disappear in the surging crowd, holding up a glass of wine with a smile, lifting her neck and pouring it into her throat, as if it could alleviate the psychological pain.

The cool liquid stimulated her esophagus, which not only didn't make her feel relieved, but also made her stomach cramp. Today

One of her subordinates covered her stomach consciously. It suddenly occurred to her that at this time in the past, Feng Chi would always appear in the company with a thermos bucket. It contains all kinds of soups he cooked himself, sometimes red dates and longan, sometimes black chicken and medlar.

He is such a proud person, but for her willing to learn to do, think of here, she suddenly want to cry.

As the pain swept through her body again, she pushed aside the man's arm on her shoulder, stood up and rushed out.

"Hello, Mr. Lin... we haven't talked about cooperation yet!" The young man yelled at her back, but just as he yelled out, his voice was drowned in the sound of enthusiastic music.

After seeing her figure, Feng Chi, who was sitting in the card seat not far away, kept telling himself not to look at her and not to pay attention to her existence. But today's date suddenly flashed in his mind. He thought that it should be the most painful day of every month for her. However, he subconsciously pushed away the woman who stuck to him and followed him regardless.

"Well, where are you going?" He strode towards the door and ran after her for fear of missing her again. Finally, he saw her walking out slowly at the gate of the night show.

She used to wrap her hand tightly around her tight coat and bow slightly, but when she turned around to see him, she seemed to be in a state of fighting for a moment and stood up and looked at him coldly.

"I thought it was Mr. Feng, but does it matter to you where I go?" She is extremely indifferent, but also attached a beautiful and alienated smile.