"Shen Jiaying! Look at what you are like now!" Feng Zhenyang was furious, and he was very disappointed with her: "Zhao Yicheng is the only man in this world? You can't live without a divorce, right? You are here crying and dying, while the other two are living happily. Do you think Zhao Yicheng will feel sorry for you if you give up on yourself? Shen Jiaying, you are such a slut!"
"You're the cheap one! I just want to be sad! What's it got to do with you!" I slapped Feng Zhenyang in the face while he wasn't paying attention.
This was the first time I beat Feng Zhenyang in my life, and it was also the first time Feng Zhenyang scolded me seriously. He wanted to slap me to death. Of course, this was what Tang Xiaomei told me later.
When I woke up, my head hurt badly and my left face was still aching. I looked at the crystal chandelier swinging on the ceiling and suddenly realized, this is not my home!!! Where is this
Last night, I was drinking with Tang Xiaomei, Feng Zhenyang and the others. Later, Feng Zhenyang slapped me, and I slapped him back. Then… Then I was so drunk that I blacked out…
"Shen Jiaying, are you awake?" I was overwhelmed when I heard a man's voice outside the door.
Shit! What happened? I was raped! I suddenly remembered the news I saw a few days ago. A girl was drinking with her friends in a bar. When she got drunk, her friends left her alone in the bar. The poor girl was raped by a group of shameless bastards...
No! Why does this voice sound so familiar? Feng Zhenyang! My body trembled violently, and I subconsciously lifted the quilt to look. Why am I wearing men's clothes? I was sobered up in a moment of shock. What happened last night? Did I do something stupid after drinking? Me and Feng Zhenyang
Why didn't Tang Xiaomei stop me? Oh my God! I just divorced Zhao Yicheng, and I came to Feng Zhenyang's house. This... Is this Feng Zhenyang's house? It doesn't look like a hotel! This is indeed Feng Zhenyang's house!
"Shen Jiaying, are you awake?" Feng Zhenyang asked again.
I huddled in my quilt, thinking about how to answer. Should I jump up and beat him up, asking him why he was so shameless? But if I was wrong, wouldn't I be so embarrassed? Feng Zhenyang and I have known each other for more than ten years. If he really wanted to do something to me, he would have done it long ago. So... this dress on me? What's going on
I was extremely confused, but I wouldn't scream. After all, I was no longer a teenage girl. I wouldn't get startled by such a small thing and scream as if I wanted to let the whole world know.
So I calmed down, put on the clothes prepared by the bed, slowly opened the door and asked Feng Zhenyang: "Feng Zhenyang, what's going on? Where is this? Where is Tang Xiaomei?"
"Which one do you want me to answer first?" Feng Zhenyang's eyes were unclear, and finally locked on my chest: "The button is not buttoned properly."
I looked down and saw that my buttons were popped, and even more embarrassingly... I could vaguely see my underwear. Although Feng Zhenyang and I were very familiar with each other, and I was already a 30-year-old woman, my face still turned red all the way to my ears.
Feng Zhenyang and I met in the most innocent time, when the sky was still blue, the water was still clear, there was no bird flu among chickens and ducks, and Zhao Yicheng was not yet a heartless man.
Oh, there was no such person as Zhao Yicheng at that time. In high school, Feng Zhenyang was still a beautiful basketball boy named Rukawa Kaede without the black history of Shamatte, and I was not Shen Jiaying, one of the four little beauties in China, but just a dreamy beautiful girl who loved to read romance novels.
Perhaps, it is because of the innocence of high school years that our friendship has lasted for more than ten years.
Even though I rarely contacted Feng Zhenyang after Zhao Yicheng and I got married, when I told him that bastard Zhao Yicheng had an affair, he still came out to drink with me without hesitation.
Our friendship has been maintained like this, drinking and having class reunions. We are very good friends, but we have always kept a certain distance. Today, the distance is closer.
Feng Zhenyang also looked unnatural: "My mother helped you change your clothes. Something happened at Tang Xiaomei's home, so she left in a hurry yesterday. You were drunk, so I brought you home. Put on your clothes and come out to eat. My mother is waiting for you." (To be continued)