Frostbite

Chapter 82: 002 Leaves only residual poison

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To be honest, I was shocked by Zhao Yicheng's words. I originally thought that he didn't know anything. He deliberately concealed Han Xiaoxiao's identity and even let Li Nan go far away, just to prevent Zhao Yicheng from knowing. But judging by his tone, it seemed like he already knew.

Then...does he also know Han Xiaoxiao's identity and Li Nan's existence? My heart trembled, and I asked him again: "What about Han Xiaoxiao..."

"I know..." Zhao Yicheng nodded without waiting for me to ask: "I have known it for a long time. As early as the second month after divorcing you, I knew... Han Xiaoxiao approached me for revenge. She even wanted to Destroy you. I told her because I didn’t like her anymore, but that was also the reason why I broke up with her. In other words, from the moment I knew the truth, I couldn’t like her anymore.”

"What else do you know? How did you know it?" I didn't care about why he broke up with Han Xiaoxiao. I just wanted to know how he learned about it.

Zhao Yicheng sighed and said in a very serious tone: "One year during the Chinese New Year, your dad and I drank. Your dad drank too much, so he spilled the beans."

He paused and then said: "When your parents forced you to remarry me, they were afraid that I would reveal your life experience."

"So that's it, it turns out...that's it." I used to think it was because my parents were too feudal, and I blamed all their actions on feudalism, but it turned out that they were all afraid that I would be hurt. Poor parents in the world, this is really the case. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart, and my eyes were sore, as if they were about to turn red.

But I resisted the urge to shed tears. After living for more than thirty years, what would it be like to burst into tears in front of my ex-husband in broad daylight? I put away my emotions and said to Zhao Yicheng solemnly: "Zhao Yicheng, I hope you don't tell my parents about Li Nan looking for me. They like to hide it, so let them hide it for the rest of their lives."

"Zhao Yicheng, you won't tell them behind my back, will you?" Since the divorce and encountering Zhao Yicheng's repeated schemes and scoundrels, I can say that I have completely lost trust in him. I am not afraid of him being angry when I say such words. A big-mouthed person talks nonsense, so I quickly added: "Also, don't tell Shen Shiqi."

Zhao Yicheng's face was not pretty, and his tone was bitter: "Shen Jiaying, you don't believe me so much now? If I could tell you nonsense, I would have told you your life experience during the divorce. I wouldn't have tried to stop Han in the beginning. Xiaoxiao talked nonsense, dropped his work and ran to find you, and even started fighting with Han Xiaoxiao. Because of this, he was written up by those reporters. "

"We have been together for so many years, and you still don't believe me?" Zhao Yicheng was a little hurt. Perhaps in his opinion, we have lived together for more than ten years, and I should have trusted him.

But after experiencing a betrayal, this person can no longer be trusted, but now I can only choose to believe him. I nodded: "I hope you will do what you say."

"Shen Jiaying, does it have to be like this?" Zhao Yicheng smiled bitterly and shook his head gently: "That's all, I don't expect you to believe me now, but Shen Jiaying, you will come back to me one day."

According to the deep routine of sadomasochism, Zhao Yicheng did not expose my identity at first, and even attacked Han Xiaoxiao for me. Now that the matter has been revealed, I should be moved and cry. However, this kind of plot happens between the male protagonist and the female protagonist. More than ten years later, he is no longer my male protagonist. We are just supporting characters in each other's lives.

A supporting actor in his thirties still said such ridiculous things, which made me laugh: "Zhao Yicheng, you have played the role of a domineering president so many times that you think you are a domineering president? Don't say that to me. Damn it, Bala, we were so quarrelsome back then, it’s so weird to be able to sit here and talk calmly like water before, but you’re so funny when you go back to the past!”

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go in first. I have a movie to shoot in the afternoon." I feel that Zhao Yicheng will say something strange if he continues like this.

A man who has long since lost his feelings for me will only make me feel uncomfortable. Zhao Yicheng didn't try to persuade him to stay anymore. He stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go back to the company and pick you up in the evening."

"Why did you come to pick me up? How could someone like you think we are so familiar with each other!" I was quite friendly at first, but when I heard him say that he would come to pick me up in the evening, I couldn't be friendly at the moment.

If I had never fallen in love with Feng Zhenyang, maybe I would feel happy hearing Zhao Yicheng say these words now, but I have fallen in love with Feng Zhenyang. Although I don't want to admit it, I must admit that I love Feng Zhenyang more deeply than I loved Zhao Yicheng at the beginning.

The length of time is not the problem, just because Feng Zhenyang came into my life when I was in the most pain. When a woman is at her most vulnerable, if there is such a man who treats her well and gives her warmth, then it will be extremely easy for her. Depend on this man, and over time this dependence gradually turns into love.

Of course, not every woman will convert this dependence into love. The reason why I am like this is inseparable from my high school days. This is what the so-called rekindling of old relationships is.

If Feng Zhenyang and I had not crossed the line of friends, I think I might have rekindled our old relationship with Zhao Yicheng. Therefore, it is impossible for Zhao Yicheng and I to get back together in our lifetime.

So he came to pick me up, which made me feel extremely upset. When Zhao Yicheng came, he was dressed like a treacherous businessman, no! He is simply a treacherous businessman. Work had just ended at that time. At five or six o'clock in the summer, the sky was still very bright. From a distance, I saw Zhao Yicheng walking into the set with a lot of food in his hand.

He was stabbed by me just at noon. Now he looks like a normal person. He is radiant and smiling. He smiles when he sees people. He is just like the elegant head eunuch in the Forbidden City. He has no shame at all and hands some drinks and food in his hand. I gave it to Tang Yaling next to me, and then handed it to the staff next to me, and then even the director.

Finally, he shamelessly sat down next to me and handed me a lunch box: "It's yours."

I ignored him. His intention was so obvious that even a blind person could see what he wanted to do. Seeing that I was ignoring him, Zhao Yicheng paused and said, "I did it, I did it myself!"

"Did you make it? Can it be eaten?" Zhao Yicheng and I have been married for more than ten years. He rarely cooks. If he does make it, the taste will be really unflattering. In all my life, I have never seen anyone cook more deliciously than Zhao Yicheng. I dare not think about what he ate during the two years he wandered in Beijing before he met me. Is it pig food

My mouth synchronized with my brain, and I stared at the lunch box in his hand and asked, "Pig food? Zhao Yicheng, even though I said hurtful words, you don't have to poison me with pig food!"

"Shen Jiaying, why don't you look down on others?" Zhao Yicheng felt that his character had been insulted. He opened the lunch box angrily, took a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, and then asked me with a look on his face like I am a good person: "It's poisonous "?"

"It doesn't look poisonous..." I looked down at the exquisite-looking bento, secretly wondering what Zhao Yicheng and I had gone through after our divorce. Even a fried potato could be fried like black charcoal. Idiot, he can cook? Was this really what he did

Facing my suspicious gaze, Zhao Yicheng once again felt the naked insult. He knew me well enough to see through the meaning of my gaze at a glance, and said with a dark face: "I did it, it was indeed me. , do you think Feng Zhenyang is the only one who can cook? I can also cook in the kitchen and in the living room..."

Zhao Yicheng was probably anxious. After saying this, it took him a while to react. With a disheveled expression, he thrust the lunch box into my hand and said, "It's not poisonous! Eat it. After all, it's specially made by me!"

In my memory, it seems that delivering bento boxes is only done by girls, and only high school students do it. Who will deliver bento boxes after that? It’s so corny, there is a thorn between me and Zhao Yicheng, a thorn that can’t be removed for the rest of my life. Although I no longer hate him, the thorn that has been deeply rooted in my heart still makes me unwilling to have any entanglement with him. .

"You've already eaten and you still let me eat..." I was extremely disgusted and found an excellent reason. In fact, I do dislike it. When I don’t love someone, I don’t even feel comfortable being close to him, let alone eating the food he has eaten.

Speaking of which, I am even more disgusted than Zhao Yicheng. I have already rejected him. I don’t know how this person can be so shameless. Now I have no choice but to ignore him and stop saying hurtful words. He does whatever he likes, no matter how much he says, it's useless. Anyway, I told him a long time ago that there is no possibility between us. After a while, when he meets another young girl, he might stop pestering me.

Isn’t Zhao Yicheng just like this? I just like freshness, I like excitement, and I don’t want the best.

However, I was wrong. Maybe it’s not the best that you can’t get, but that you only know how to cherish it after you lose it.

As for me, I no longer want to believe it after being hurt, and I don’t want to have any more entanglements with his overbearing mother. I was in a state where I was blushing and neck-deep, and almost beat him to the death. I want to have another fight with him. When Zhao Yicheng gets together, he will probably be busy arguing with his mother all day long! It is said that his mother came to the Imperial Capital again during this time and stayed at Zhao Yicheng's place. These were told to me by the girlfriend of Zhao Yicheng and I, who is also his partner.

In order to get rid of Zhao Yicheng, I pretended to go to the toilet, and then asked Tang Xiaomei to drive away. I disguised myself again, and saw Zhao Yicheng following my nanny car stupidly, and then slowly came out.

I looked around and saw that there was neither Zhao Yicheng nor any reporters, so I pretended to be calm and walked out. Without Zhao Yicheng, even the air was particularly fresh, which shows that my dislike for Zhao Yicheng was extraordinary!

I wonder how he would react if he found out that I had tricked him? He will definitely be furious and never bother me again, hahahaha! Just thinking about it makes me feel happy.

"Miss Shen, long time no see..." I was rejoicing in my heart when a familiar male voice suddenly came from nearby. This voice was... Feng Nan, Feng Zhenyang's seventh uncle! That middle-aged, wretched and perverted man who is not much older than Feng Zhenyang and only knows how to do random things

I subconsciously turned around and saw Feng Nan coming towards me. He held his arms, tilted his head and looked at me and said, "Why... is Miss Shen alone?"

"Where is my nephew?" He pretended to be confused, and then suddenly realized, with a sarcastic face: "Well, he is now with my woman, and he doesn't want you anymore..."

"Miss Shen, don't you hate him?" Feng Nan, like a madman, suddenly put his hand on my shoulder with such heavy force that I couldn't move at all, and my eyes were frosty: "Since he is so sorry for you, you said you are Shouldn't we do something to get back at him..."

"Actually... you are no worse looking than Gao Moxi!" I stood there blankly, unable to react, but Feng Nan's hand slid to my chin, and his smile looked like a pervert: "How about you Just follow me..." (To be continued)