Tossing the cotton bag full of books, Song Yunshan let out a long breath and threw herself onto the cot.
Looking up, she looked at the ceiling, which was a very monotonous white.
Shouldn't her life be monotonous like this? She had already accepted it.
Why... Xiang Huai appeared
To be honest, when she saw him for the first time, she was not shocked. The calmness at that time was not fake.
Because she thought she was wrong.
Even if she recognized it later and Xiang Huai also spoke to her, she still felt that it was all a dream.
As long as it's a dream, no matter how beautiful it is, no matter how long it takes...you will wake up.
Anyway, she often dreams of him, and it's not a very new thing. In the dream, there are thousands of versions of the scene where they meet again. She has already "practiced" many, many times. How could she lose her temper or panic
Turning over and closing her eyes, she was immediately able to clearly describe that handsome face in her mind.
Time has been very kind to him, and at the age of thirty-three, he has only become deeper and more masculine. The stature that was already tall enough is now stronger, and the momentum exuded from the whole person is no longer the same as that of the system engineer of the security company many years ago.
Xiang Huai is now the president. Thirty-three-year-old president and general manager of Asia. Several business weekly magazines have featured articles, as if it is a new generation of legends.
A calm, determined and serious person like him will surely succeed. Song Yunshan smiled.
And like her, a rotten apple with no expertise, weak personality, and spoiled since childhood... Apart from her family background, she actually has nothing at all.
Now, even her only good point is gone. The family background has become a joke and a heavy burden, making her almost unable to lift her head and straighten her waist.
She was only twenty-five, no, almost twenty-six, but she felt so old.
"Huh!" With a breath, she closed her eyes hard, trying to get a good night's sleep. I didn't eat dinner, but I didn't have an appetite. It's time to take a shower and change clothes, but don't want to move. She just wants to be paralyzed here, best to interrupt all thoughts, rest for a few hours without even a dream, and then, tomorrow morning, get up at dawn, ready to go to the library to spend a peaceful day-
The sudden screeching electric bell made her jump out of bed in fright.
She has lived in this small apartment for five years, and the number of visitors can be counted on ten fingers, not to mention, she must call before visiting to check the time. At this time, who would come to her
Confused, she came to the door, and when she looked through the peephole, her heart skipped a beat, as if it jumped to her throat.
Isn't she the one who has been thinking about it in the early days, lately, and in her dreams, and was no exception just now
He was still in a neat, expensive-looking suit. He worked all day, but he still showed no signs of fatigue. His eyes were fixed on the small hole in the door, as if he knew she was peeping inside.
Song Yunshan reflexively held down the peephole and then laughed. Of course he couldn't see it, why was he panicking
Opening the door, before she could speak, Xiang Huai, who frowned, had already preempted—
"Why didn't you ask who was it before you opened the door?"
"Because I saw it was you." She pointed to the peephole on the door, ironically.
She is almost twenty-six years old anyway, and she has lived alone for so long, she really doesn't need to be treated as a young and ignorant little girl.
Xiang Huai was silent, his thick eyebrows were still locked, and he looked disapproving.
After inspecting the room, his disapproval expression deepened.
The house is small and simple. One room and one living room, the kitchen is as small as a joke, and it is fairly clean, but it is simple - no leather sofas, crystal chandeliers, no white gauze curtains, and no full entertainment audio-visual equipment...
Is this where Song Yunshan lives
"How long have you lived here?" Xiang Huai asked, as if blaming her.
"It's been almost six years." Song Yunshan smiled. "How do you know I live here? What are you looking for?"
What's the matter with her? She actually asked him what was the matter? Do you want to share a little more breath!
"I got someone to look it up," he replied simply. "And found out some interesting things. Would you like to tell me?"
His eldest brother had his hands crossed on his chest, his tall figure leaned against the door, and he looked like a cold-faced judge trying to judge a prisoner.
Song Yunshan's eyes widened in surprise.
"Are you looking for someone to investigate me?" she asked in disbelief. "Why?"
good question. Xiang Huai couldn't answer.
But it doesn't matter, he knows how to deal with this situation and turn it around.
"Don't dodge the problem." See, this is where the wicked sue first, and whoever speaks first wins. What's more, in terms of momentum, experience, age, ... no matter what, Song Yunshan is no match for him. "Answer my question first."
"What did you ask?" She lowered her head, understated wanting to take it with her. "Please sit down, would you like something to drink? But I only have instant coffee at home..."
"Xun Shan." Xiang Huai's tone was a little colder, full of majesty. "Tell me, what happened to your house?"
That would make her little princess, like an angel in distress, thrown into the mortal world from heaven.
To be honest, Xiang Huai really didn't like her excessively luxurious and profligate lifestyle; but seeing her now so simple and unpretentious, but strong and absurd... distressed.
"You've checked it all, you should already know, why ask me again?" She still lowered her head, avoiding the sharply scrutinizing gaze, pretending to be busy.
"I want to hear from you. Tell me your version."
"My version is the same as everyone else's." She shrugged and said lightly, "That year... my mother went to France with her boyfriend—yes, she had an affair, it's been a long time—the two We made an appointment to elope because my dad refused to get a divorce and they didn’t want to wait any longer. The reason why my dad refused to get a divorce was very simple. You know, my dad’s job was in my grandfather’s consortium. After the divorce, he It’s embarrassing to stay and work, but I don’t know where to go when I leave…”
Under the monotonous light of the fluorescent lamp, her snow-white face was even more bloodless, and the faint voice of Kang Cong was flat, without any emotion, without any ups and downs, just narrating the facts.
"Anyway, the result is that they still got divorced, my mother stayed in France, and my father still stayed in the consortium, but he didn't want to stay in Taiwan. The media has been hyping it up, and the concern of relatives and friends is really troublesome, so he I asked myself to go out and go to Los Angeles to manage the branch, and that’s it.”
"how about you?"
"Me? I didn't do anything. It was a mess, and no one had time to take care of me. My grandfather was very angry and felt that he spoiled my mother, so he decided not to continue to spoil me like this, lest he would follow in my mother's footsteps." She suddenly raised her head and smiled. The smile was vaguely sweet and sweet, but with more helplessness. "I can understand my grandfather's thoughts. My mother is so self-willed."
She is really an understatement, and what she didn't say is the point.
Her parents abandoned her, and her grandfather took his anger at her daughter to her granddaughter. The families on both sides of her parents felt that her existence was a little embarrassing, so she was forced to move to an apartment where the family invested Doing a boring and tedious job in the library is like a prisoner who was exiled to the frontier in ancient times.
She used to be so delicate, like a peach, how could she withstand such hardships!
Material life may not be exhausted, and she doesn't have to go to work in a hotel to earn tuition to support her family, but...
"Ah, you don't need that expression, it's not so miserable." Song Yunshan still smiled faintly. "Don't you always say that I'm too self-willed and need a lesson? As expected, I've been taught a lesson. Besides, I'm not having a bad time now..."
"Lushan." Xiang Huai stood up straight, staring at Song Yunshan who kept explaining in vain.
"You really don't have to feel sorry for me, because, it's not that miserable..."
"If that's the case..." Xiang Huai interrupted her, "Then, why are you crying?"
"I'm crying? How is that possible?" Song Yunshan looked up at him and asked in surprise.
Yeah, how is that possible
She worked hard and worked so hard to squeeze out an indifferent smile and hang it on her face; she has practiced many times over the years, how could she possibly fail
However, her smiling face became stiffer and stiffer, and finally, unable to hold it any longer, the corners of her mouth rose from struggling, slowly, into tight lines.
Also, it tasted a little salty.
Is she really crying? ! Why didn't you realize it yourself
To say it was sad, it would be better to say it was shock; Song Yunshan couldn't believe it, she actually cried!
What made her even more unbelievable, then happened—
She was surrounded by a warm and powerful embrace.
The height was just right, his chin just pressed against the top of her head, and her face was buried in his chest, you could hear the steady heartbeat in his chest and his low voice.
In fact, he didn't say anything, just coaxed a child, simply saying something like "It's alright, don't cry", that's all, but it has an amazing stabilizing power.
Xiang Huai... will coax people.
She was in a trance in his arms, absent-minded.
How many times, how many times before, she was clinging to him and clinging to him, but he was unmoved; never approached, let alone hugged. With a straight face, there is no room for change, it is as cold as an iceberg.
Tears in the past were worthless, but now, after the vicissitudes of life, they have more weight
"I'm sorry." She hardened her heart, forcing herself not to be attached, and pushed him away. "I don't know how this happened, what a shame... I'll go wash my face."
Xiang Huai did not force her to let her escape.
As soon as the bathroom door was closed, Xiang Huai clenched his fists, let out a heavy breath, and smiled wryly, which quietly floated to the corner of his resolute mouth.
Is he restricted by Tangtang? As soon as she saw the little girl's tears, she stepped forward without hesitation and extended a helping hand.
No, she's not a little girl anymore.
The body seems to have the ability to remember. He was hugged by her several times when he was young, and without any difficulty, he took her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
The mature and attractive body perfectly fits his rigid lines; the faint lavender fragrance that always popped up at the most inadvertent moment and bothered him, lingered at the tip of his nose again.
Xiang Huai finds himself... thirsty.
Song Yunshan washed her face, tidied herself up, and armed herself before opening the door again. She chose a safer direction - walked to the small kitchen, opened the distance between her and Xiang Huai, and then tried her best to pretend to be brisk and nonchalantly ask: "You haven't said what you want to drink? Is instant coffee okay?"
Xiang Huai cleared his throat, "Water, give me a big glass of water, preferably ice. Thank you."
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The sun is high in northern Taiwan.
Although it has entered autumn, Qiuhu is no joke.
Xiang Huai turned his head to the side, and under the cover of his sunglasses, he glanced at the person beside him for an unknown number of times.
The half-length hair was tied into a ponytail, and when viewed in the sun, it was a strange dark red, so different from others. After a morning's exposure to the sun, her snow-white delicate skin glowed a light peach color, and there were a few beads of sweat on her forehead.
A simple beige polo shirt, paired with khaki trousers, looks very casual; in fact, among the ladies who are secretly competing in secret, Song Yunshan's dress is really simple enough.
Originally, Monday is the normal time for work and class. If you don’t have money and spare time, or you want to discuss business, expand interpersonal relationships, and connect feelings, how can you come to play golf
Under the autumn sun, on the neat and tidy green space, most of the men are talking in groups of three and two, occasionally swinging a few shots, and then continuing to the next hole; while the ladies, from young to old, are all dressed up. It was quite eye-catching. The full set of peach-pink and bright-yellow golf suits kept flashing in front of his eyes. Elder Xiang Huai felt that it was seriously interfering with his playing.
And these people who play the game of wealth and wealth have very sharp eyes. They can judge their worth from your outfit and dress, and decide their attitude according to their worth and relationship.
A rising star like Xiang Huai only needs to be entertained on business, so they only play together, so simply say hello.
As for Song Yunshan, it is another matter.
If you don't know her, just take a look at her and decide that such a shabby young woman will never be an important person; Even if you know her, you may not recognize her. After all, she stayed abroad for many years before she was eighteen, and she has changed so much since then.
After a few people recognized her as the granddaughter of the chairman of the Yan family consortium, the ambiguous expression on her face made Xiang Huai look at her.
Song Yunshan didn't react at all. Originally, her beautiful but willful mother eloped with others after an affair, while her father, who made his living from his wife, could only leave the sad place of Taiwan in a vain way. If Song Yunshan met such a person herself, she would probably have looked sideways and looked at her more, wondering if she was like her father or her mother
"The sun is shining, do you want to go under the umbrella next to you?" Xiang Huai approached her and asked lightly.
Song Yunshan glanced at him, shook her head, and dutifully reached out to take his club.
She was dragged here as a caddie. Xiang Huai's statement is absurd: "On Monday, you are the only one who is on vacation, come and help me carry the club. Anyway, you are also lacking in exercise, and you are fine when you are idle at home."
She didn't know where Xiang Huai saw her lack of exercise, but it was right that the library was closed on Mondays, and it was also right that she was always at home. Moreover... Xiang Huai's words and orders are always so determined and imposing, as if something terrible will happen to him if he refuses.
But if you think about it carefully, if you really don't want it, he can't do it!
Song Yunshan wanted to sigh. Over the years, no, it should be said that since childhood, she just couldn't refuse others forcibly. But now, she is in a state of giving up - she is willing to do anything as long as it makes people happy and not angry.
It doesn't matter, he's happy... although he doesn't look too happy.
Sunglasses on the straight bridge of the nose, covering the pair of divine eagle eyes, so that she can't see his emotions. However, Song Yunshan could feel that Xiang Huai didn't like this occasion very much.
Don't like those shrewd businessmen? Or don't like the adoring eyes of those eager and admiring women
Shouldn't he get used to it? Work-related, no matter how annoying or annoying, he can face it with the most calm attitude and complete the task accurately, like a well-trained police dog.
Experts, but well-trained dogs. For some reason, she suddenly thought of this sentence, and then, with a naughty smile, secretly dyed the tip of her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes.
Xiang Huai was by his side, watching all the subtle changes in his eyes.
She seemed to treat herself as an invisible person, with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes closed, as quiet as if she didn't exist. Except for the response when he handed him the club, he didn't speak at all at other times. Others don't look at her, and she doesn't look at others, it's as if she's pulled away from reality.
She is clearly not like that. She was obviously the one who lived the noisiest, most energetic, and most emotionally responsive person.
Since the reunion, the more he gets along with her, the more anxious Xiang Huai becomes. He doesn't know how to stimulate a little familiar reaction from the past.
Taking the cue, Xiang Huai couldn't help it, and reached out to brush her short hair on her slightly sweaty forehead.
"Your nose is about to peel, and you are amazing. You don't wear a hat or hold an umbrella." He whispered, with an involuntary intimacy in his tone.
The smile disappeared, Song Yunshan blinked, but did not dodge, but did not react. She said lightly, "No."
Then she looked away, took a few steps back, and let the person who was approaching to chat with him pass by.
At that moment, Xiang Huai actually had the urge to push away the idle people between the two, and then he pulled her over, shook her violently, and smashed the wall she deliberately built, letting the coquettish little girl. The girl saw the light of day again, snuggled in his arms—
He has really tried. These days, no matter whether it is serious or gentle, whether it is pressing questions or chatting, whether in the library, in her small apartment, in the restaurant, in the stadium... She always gets along with him with an indifferent and calm face. There was no deliberate rejection, but there was no sense of familiarity at all, as if Xiang Huai was the most ordinary passerby... No, better than ordinary passers-by, probably like a regular visitor to her library.
"You know Mr. Yan's granddaughter?" When he first came to him, the general manager of another leading industry in the park, with a middle-aged and fat body, approached, and asked in a low voice, "During a relationship? Or an ordinary friend?"
Xiang Huai frowned. He and this Mr. Qiu have only been in business with each other. I don't know why he can ask such a personal question
"Her mother is Yan Lao's only daughter, you know? She's more beautiful than her daughter. I saw it at an entertainment two days ago. It's a well-deserved reputation." Mr. Qiu said intoxicated. He quickly glanced at Song Yunshan, who was simple and quiet next to him, "Does your daughter look like her father?"
"Mrs. Song is in Taiwan now?" Xiang Huai asked immediately.
"She's not Mrs. Song anymore, she'll be angry if you call it that." Mr. Qiu laughed a few times. "You just came back, and you didn't even go to the entertainment. No wonder you didn't know... Ms. Yan is a socialite and she is very busy. Sometimes in Taiwan, sometimes in France... Who knows, it takes luck to meet her."
Don't worry about others, don't even the daughter have to try their luck to see the mother
After playing the 18 holes hastily, he didn't even want to stay to participate in the dinner, so he took Song Yunshan and left.
"What's wrong?" She was surprised, blinking at Xiang Huai with a hazy face.
He took the heavy bag of clubs and put them on his shoulders. He held hers in the other hand, regardless of other people's glances. He just held her hand and walked out of the club's door.
"When was the last time you saw your mother?" In the car, Xiang Huai clenched the steering wheel and asked.
The face that had been reddened by the sun quickly lost its color.
"I..." She took a deep breath. "Well, maybe... it's... New Year's time."
"New Year? You mean more than nine months ago? That long?" Xiang Huai asked sharply.
"..." She muttered a few words.
"What did you say?" Glancing at her, "Speak clearly."
"I said, it's not this year, it's last year." She clenched her fist, her fingernails pierced into her palm. The fist was hidden by the side of the leg, so that he could not see it.
If no one is aware of her pain, there will be no sympathy and pity to follow.
"Last year?!" Xiang Huai couldn't help it, and if he didn't say anything, he was about to explode. "What kind of mother is so self-willed, leaving her daughter alone and caring about her own enjoyment? Why did your grandfather punish you, and you didn't do anything wrong! It's not that he spoiled your mother! And your father, if there is something If you want to leave, why don’t you take responsibility and take you to the United States? What’s the point of leaving you here! It’s inexplicable! A group of people who are inexplicable!”
If Song Yunshan hadn't tried so hard to resist the sharp stabbing pain in her chest, she would have been surprised—Xiang Huai, who was always so calm and never lost control even when he got angry, would be so angry.
it hurts! It was a direct blow, hitting her stomach hard.
She likes a beautiful and cheerful mother, a silent and serious father, and a serious but occasionally kind grandfather... However, since she was a child, she knew that these good people could not get along well with them.
She watched her parents gradually become estranged and become strangers; the disputes between her grandfather and her mother, her father's silent protests and frustrations... She always hoped that one day, everything would slowly improve and become the stories in novels and movies. A happy and harmonious family.
Her hope was finally in vain. Under the gorgeous and wealthy appearance, her family was riddled with holes and eventually collapsed.
No matter how much she cried, how she begged, and how she made trouble—she really tried, and it really didn’t work—Girls Generation’s coquettish willfulness was her most hopeless struggle—
Can you pay attention to me
Can you love me
Can you…
Staring out of the car window absently, the passing scenery is like the past years. She didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to hide in a corner where no one else was, pretending she didn't feel anything, pretending that nothing was important...
The person next to him cursed in a low voice, and the speed of the car slowed down. Then, the seat belt was unbuckled, and a pair of strong arms pulled her into a warm embrace.
He had just taken a shower after playing the ball, and at this moment he had a clean and refreshing soapy smell, mixed with a very light and very light, pure male masculinity that she could not ignore. She took a deep breath, dazedly comparing in her memory.
It was this smell, the smell of Xiang Huai, that made her feel at ease, protected, and everything was fine. She once wanted to hide in this embrace like a moth to a flame, but...
"I didn't mean to kill you." It was that deep voice again, rolling in his chest and between her ears. "Shh, it's alright."
He is really coaxing her!
"I didn't cry." Song Yunshan slowly regained her normal thinking ability and began to struggle to leave. At the same time, a hot embarrassment slowly crept up her neck and face. "You don't have to... so... I'm fine..."
"Lu Shan." He refused to let go, and hugged him even tighter, as if he wanted to confirm with his body and comfort him.
She doesn't struggle anymore. Give up quickly.
"I'm really fine..." Buried in his chest, she was still muttering.
"Don't be stubborn." Xiang Huai's tone contained a hint of reproach, "What's wrong with you, if you're either too self-willed or too repressed, can you be more moderate?"
She didn't know how this happened, but she couldn't help laughing because it felt so absurd.
It doesn't work this way, it doesn't work that way... What does she want from her to make everyone happy and happy
Xiang Huai couldn't believe it, her reaction was to start laughing? When his big hand touched her face and lifted her face with a little force, he was even more shocked.
Because he had never seen such a sad smile.
If so, he would rather she cry.
Without any thought, he lowered his head and kissed the soft and helpless lips.
It was originally just a subconscious reaction, but when he tasted the incredible sweetness, Xiang Huai's mind became blank.
Unable to think, without any rationality, all his calm and self-sustaining abilities evaporated, leaving only the purest and strongest instincts that drove him to go deeper and more domineering...
"Um..." She murmured softly, as if adding fuel to the fire, she was well-behaved and slightly shy, and accepted the sudden kiss.
She is so jerky, but sweet enough to make people addicted and dizzy; he forcefully blackmailed him in response, and when she helplessly opened his lips, he deeply explored and encroached on—
She let out a helpless, ecstatic moan as he sucked hard on the tip of her smooth tongue.
Like a kitten begging for love, she involuntarily twisted and rubbed, instinctively wanting to get closer, as if she wanted to get into his body.
Xiang Huai's whole body reacted, and the original soothing kiss turned into a blazing fire in an instant.
His hardness compares to her softness, rubbing and rubbing, as if searching for the most suitable angle and perfect posture. However, the front seat space of the car is not big enough, and he growled angrily, angry because of the restriction...
brush! A passing car was so close that the two who were addicted to the fiery kiss were suddenly startled.
Xiang Huai raised his head, panting and glaring angrily at the car that was driving away - he just stopped at a secluded alley - why is it driving so fast in the alley!
Song Yunshan still seemed to be in a dream, her misty eyes were filled with lingering passion, her tender lips were kissed red, her snowy arms wrapped around his neck, and her soft plumpness pressed against his chest... so beautiful asphyxia. Xiang Huai cursed again.
His curse shook her, those big amber eyes, the drunkenness disappeared, and she suddenly woke up.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Panicked, she just apologized reflexively, even though she herself didn't know what she had done wrong. "I didn't mean to, sorry..."
She struggled to get up, but was taken back domineeringly by Xiang Huai.
"Why apologise?" He sounded genuinely displeased. "You did nothing wrong, don't apologize!"
"I... um..."
The words she didn't have time to say were swallowed up and dragged back into the dazed mud of confusion.
Is it a dream? Is she dreaming one after another, making her whole body hot and sweet to the bones