Dawn breaks on the horizon.
The orange light awakens the sleeping city, the number of pedestrians on the road increases, and the horns of vehicles become denser.
Regardless of the past, a new day is still coming.
Since the divorce, He Ling has never tasted the feeling of waking up in the arms of a man in the morning.
Once, during the time when she and Xu Jinsheng had the best relationship, no matter how busy the day was or how late the dinner was, she always had to go back to the two people's small home. Even if she lay in bed and did nothing, she was happy.
Xu Jinsheng is sensitive in heart, and he is used to holding things when he sleeps.
In the past, it was holding the quilt. After the two were together, they became holding her.
Therefore, He Ling wakes up in the warm embrace of the man every morning, smiles at each other, and says good morning to each other.
Sometimes she would go up and take a sip on his face, and occasionally he would lower his head and put a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
During those days, they worked hard for their careers, managed their families, and lived a good and fulfilling life. They had endless enthusiasm and patience every second, regardless of work or people.
So they are optimistic that this state will last forever and end with the death of one party.
But after all, I underestimated the power of time—
Promises will fade, love will deteriorate, and the person who once said love may not love it in a blink of an eye.
When Liu Yan forcefully inserted into their lives, the musty that had hidden the contradictions in the depths and deliberately ignored them were all exposed to the sun, and everything was invisible.
He Ling clearly discovered that Xu Jinsheng had changed—
He no longer loves home or even staying at night; he no longer pays all his attention to her.
Even if I sit at home, I often get in a daze; it's not uncommon to get lost in meetings.
He calmly watched his entanglement, struggle, confusion, and loss in his eyes, and a panic of about to lose surrounded He Ling.
But she couldn't ask anything, she couldn't do anything, she could only wait quietly for the final result, just like a prisoner waiting for the sentence.
Having had such a miserable and feeble marriage, He Ling no longer had any illusions about love.
Years of companionship was fragile in front of the so-called "true love". The love she invested in her time and effort to manage her love ended up with the coldest ending.
Once she worked so hard and even spent all of her energy, now she has no daring to love easily.
But if you walk alone for too long, you will be tired, tired, and eager for the company of another person.
Just like, under the premise that she couldn't figure out her feelings for Jiang Shuokai, she developed a long-lost attachment to him and didn't want to break away.
He Ling smiled bitterly. Could it be that she has been lonely for too long
Why did you agree
Only blame, the night was so beautiful last night, the man's eyes were too soft, and he was too fragile.
Those fiercely entangled images played back in her mind like a movie, and He Ling saw herself in the dark pupils of the man—
The eyes were drunk, angered and smiling.
Is that strange woman still her
He Ling was secretly shocked and didn't dare to think again.
Then he turned his eyes to look out of the window, the sun was dazzling, and the fascinating night no longer existed.
How she hoped that everything that happened last night would cease to exist as the night passed, like a dream, just awake.
But the sound of a man's even breathing came from her ears, her face pressed against a warm chest, and the big palms that touched her whole body were resting on her abdomen, obediently and obediently, like a good baby. .
Everything is showing to her-this is not a ridiculous dream!
Those piles of things she didn't want to face were all facts!
It happened so fast last night that they didn't even use the bed, and they did it again and again on the sofa in the middle of the audio-visual room.
The cloth is as soft as imagined, and the space is spacious and comfortable, but she would rather never experience it herself.
The two of them were covered with a white summer cool quilt that had changed from nowhere, covered with a thin layer. She pressed her side face against the man’s naked chest, her hands on his waist and abdomen, and her legs were even more stretched. On his legs, the two were twisted together like twists.
So He Ling didn't dare to move at all, for fear of waking the sleeping man, and then had to face this embarrassing scene.
But what she didn't know was that Jiang Shuokai had woke up long ago, her eyes were thinly open, and she saw the woman's feelings of shock, helplessness, panic, and escape.
Just when He Ling carefully raised the big hand resting on her lower abdomen, it happened to give Jiang Shuokai a chance to "waken up."
Frowning his eyebrows and moving his hands and feet, he grumbled, not surprisingly, the woman trembled with fright, and then the wood took possession of her body, stiff and motionless.
Jiang Shuokai chuckled, putting the hand on her fragrant shoulders hard, and pressing the person into her arms without a trace: "Good morning, A Ling."
The woman's cheeks were red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was the first time Jiang Shuokai saw her like this. She was shy and charming that she had never witnessed in the workplace. Her heart beat quickly and her breathing was stagnant.
Following the man's domineering movements, He Ling pressed closer to him, and a strong masculine aura came upon her face, causing her to react slowly: "... early."
"are you hungry?"
"... Not hungry."
"But... I'm hungry." He laughed, and before He Ling could react, she rolled over and pressed her under her body.
The woman's eyes were filled with consternation, who knew that he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
He Ling was silly for a moment, and quickly reacted, pushing him away with both hands: "Jiang Shuokai, do you know what you are doing?!"
He nodded: "Not only do I know, I'm also sober."
With both palms pressed against his hot chest, he tried to stretch the distance, but He Ling soon discovered the power gap between men and women.
The man became stiff, his eyes reddened and he snarled, "You try to move it again?" The fierceness in his tone seemed to take her apart and swallow her in the next second.
Jing Lao clearly felt that he was suddenly excited and irritable because of what he was doing. He softened, let go of his hand, and instantly became honest.
She was sore now, and her limbs seemed to have been disassembled and assembled once, and she didn't want to be tossed a second time and hurt.
This man is a beast! Livestock! Still the kind of strong combat power!
He Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his breathing slowly calmed down.
She thought about it, and tried to calmly solve this headache-
"Last night we all drank, and many things were out of control, all, it was not your fault, nor my fault."
"What's that?" Jiang Shuokai's eyes cooled down, and a cool smile on his lips.
He Ling looked at him, not that she didn't notice the change in the man's mood, but she just didn't see it and didn't care.
Slowly speak, every word: "It's drunk sex. So, don't worry about it. Everyone is an adult and can afford to play..."
Before that, He Ling had only given birth to a man by Xu Jin. After the divorce, she did not have small fresh meat like those young women in the circle who could not bear to be lonely. It was not that she still loved Xu Jinsheng and guarded him. Open, but she is too busy at work, has too many things to do, too many decisions to make, and has no time at all.
Therefore, an accident similar to 419 (one-night stand) happened, and she was not that difficult to accept.
After all, Jiang Shuokai's performance in bed is really not bad.
If you think about your indecision last night, there is actually nothing to blame. In the atmosphere at that time, everything was going with the flow.
There is really nothing to regret.
He Ling has always been someone who can afford to let it go. Otherwise, she would not have been the first to mention divorce before Xu Jinsheng had made a decision.
But this is not the result that Jiang Shuokai wants to see!
Regarding He Ling's statement of "chaotic sex after drinking", he also insisted: "... It's not messy, I only took two sips."
He Ling had a meal and tried: "Then, am I drunk too much?"
A flash of light flashed, and the man smiled slyly: "If you drink too much, then you mess with me?"
"Uh..." He Ling was a little dizzy, and without thinking about it, she subconsciously said, "You can also say the same."
Jiang Shuokai murmured, "You slept with me, shouldn't you be responsible for me?"
"?!"
"You just admitted that you drank too much, and you treated me..." His eyes hurt, "This is my first time... I was taken away by you... Why? Men also have self-esteem and virginity, and they want to be the best. The pure and cleanest self is handed over to the future partner, but now my most precious things are gone..."
He Ling felt that she might have gone in the wrong place and came to the set of a certain film and television base. Otherwise, how could she explain all the dramatic things before her
"You..." She swallowed hard, "The first time?"
Jiang Shuokai instantly exploded his hair: "Do you doubt me?!"
"No..." The woman waved her hand again and again.
"What's that? What do you think?"
"It doesn't feel like..." He Ling realized that it was not right until halfway through her words, but it was too late at the moment.
The man was startled at first, and then jumped for joy. It seems that she is still very satisfied with his technique.
No man in the world would dislike this kind of praise, especially the person who praises you is still your favorite woman!
Even so, Jiang Shuokai's face was still serious and unchanging: "In short, if you want my first time, you can't ignore it."
He Ling looked at the man in front of him as if I would die if you didn't admit it. She felt that she was no different from those brothers who "accidentally" fell asleep with the eldest daughter of Huanghua but didn't want to be responsible.
Suddenly, one head, two big.
"Say! Are you responsible for me? Yes, no, yes?" He grinned.
He Ling couldn't believe that the scoundrel who couldn't play with her face wrapped around her was the same person as the quick-thinking and polite "Jiang Shuokai" in her memory!
She took a deep breath: "Don't get excited, can you listen to me first?"
"Okay," he nodded, and looked at her with a look that was so wronged that he would cry in the next second: "You said, I'm listening."
"First of all, this is a mistake. Since it is a mistake, it should be corrected. You can't make mistakes again and again, understand?"
Jiang Shuokai shook his head, "I only know that there is another word called-if you are wrong, you are wrong."
He Ling: "..."
"You just don't want to be responsible for me when you say this."
"No, I..." He Ling was speechless.
responsible for? She really didn't want to.
But in this situation, it seemed that she could no longer control her.
He Ling sat up and raised the quilt to cover the scenery on her chest.
"One thing I want you to understand is that being in love is not responsible, and two people can't be together because of responsibility. You see, we know each other and get along not long ago, even if we have an intimate relationship, this does not prove anything. Maybe we have different personalities, Or if the three views are different, it won’t be a good result if you barely get together. In this case, it’s better not to be together at the beginning."
Jiang Shuokai: "I admit that a love requires not only responsibility, but responsibility is an indispensable responsibility in a love. Secondly, without getting along, how do you know that our personalities are different and our three outlooks are different? You have never known me, so you These are just hypotheses and do not have any reference significance."
He Ling said helplessly: "Why do we have to try? After today, we can forget everything. This is the simplest solution."
"You don't want to try, but I think; you want to forget, but I have deeply imprinted last night in my heart. A Ling, you are unfair to me."
"In this world, there is no absolute fairness."
"As long as you want, you can give it to me." Jiang Shuokai looked at her with scorching eyes, faintly imploring.
He Ling's heart trembled and she looked away: "Sorry, I can't afford it."
The man's pupils narrowed slightly, the cold light and treacherousness were fleeting, and the tone became cold: "So, you are not going to be responsible?"
He Ling was also annoyed, her face sank, and her mouth was like a knife: "You are really panting when you say you are fat? I am the one who suffers. What did you say so wronged for? We were not so sober last night, everyone. If you like me, you can’t get together and get away..."
Before the words were finished, the mouth was firmly gagged.
The woman's eyes were blank, she hadn't realized what had happened yet.
Jiang Shuokai sneered coldly, good to get together and go away? She is really free and easy.
It's not that easy! Don't think of being alone if you provoke him!
For her, Jiang Shuokai is bound to win.
Raising his hand to lift the sheet off the woman's body and hooking her thigh, the man is like a wild horse running out of control, no longer under control.
"Um..." He Ling became stiff.
He laughed evilly: "The first time was wrong, what about the second or third time?"
"You! Um..." He Ling couldn't believe it.
I thought it was a little milk dog, but I didn't expect it to attract a big bad wolf!
She regretted it, and her intestines turned blue with regret.
If I knew this, I shouldn't indulge in it last night, "Jiang Shuokai, you bastard—"
When she was intolerable, the woman screamed with tears in her throat.
"Swear it, whatever you want, but don't try to run away!"
"go away-"
"Half done, are you willing?"
"..."
When He Ling left, her legs trembled.
Jiang Shuokai wanted to send her off, but she bluntly refused, "From now on, you stay away from me."
After speaking, he turned and left, his back was determined.
The man leaned on the bedside, and could only watch her back further and further away, and finally disappeared.
Thinking of her rejection and unwillingness, and the last hoarse "Stay away from me", Jiang Shuokai felt a pain in his heart, as if he stabbed a knife in and kept stirring in the most vulnerable place until it was bloody.
Is he wrong
No, he's right!
He just wants to pursue the woman he likes, and can't wait to give her everything he has.
Even if she doesn't want to accept it, he will slowly let her accept it.
If one day does not work, then one month; if one month does not work, then one year; if one year does not work, then ten years.
If ten years still doesn't work, he doesn't mind spending all his life chasing it.
Why bother
Jiang Shuokai looked at the direction in which the woman disappeared. She was the light in his life. Compared with the hardship of chasing, he was more afraid of falling into the dark and never seeing the light...
He Ling entered the elevator and watched her embarrassed look reflected on the metal door panel of Zheng Liang, she couldn't even smile wryly.
His eyes were red and swollen, his face was pale, and the expensive long skirt hung on his body wrinkly, and there was a faint bite mark at the corner of his mouth, which was faintly red.
Fortunately, she has the habit of putting a shawl in her bag, otherwise there is nothing to hide the hickey between her chest and collarbone.
That bastard!
The woman gritted her teeth and trembled with anger.
Ding-
The elevator door opened, and He Ling walked out quickly in high heels.
The two people waiting outside entered the elevator. After standing still, they couldn't help but glance at the woman through the unclosed metal door.
"Isn't the nightclub on the sixth floor blocked last week?"
"Yeah, what do you ask this for? Want to have fun?"
"Are you sure you haven't reopened?"
"Of course! I saw the seal hanging on the door yesterday."
"That's weird..." The man rubbed his chin.
"What's weird?" The other was puzzled.
"The woman who walked out just now, did you see it?"
"I see, I'm in a good figure."
"You didn't smell the man's smell on her?"
"Huh?! You can smell this?"
"The ambiguity of alcohol fermentation, with shame and irritation on the face, anyone with a little experience knows what it means."
Uh…
"represents what?"
"**."
"Huh? Really? You just rely on smelling?"
"Oh, love, believe it or not, let it down if you don't believe it!"
"..."
He Ling was standing on the side of the road, not knowing that she was being discussed by the two men, but when she finally waited for a taxi, she opened the back seat and sat in.
After reporting the place name, she leaned against the car window tiredly, her eyes lost.
…
After getting out of the apartment elevator, He Ling took out the key and was about to open the door. She raised her head and stopped immediately.
Xu Jinsheng stood up, his suit jacket was laid on the ground without mercy, and before she appeared, he was sitting on it, like a pupil returning home from school and making progress.
"You're back." He forced a smile, his eyes a little awkward.
He Ling seemed to be embarrassed when he saw him sitting on the ground.
"What are you doing?" The woman frowned, looking at him with a scrutiny gaze.
The man's hair is messy, and the two groups of black and blue are not good, and even a little embarrassed.
Xu Jinsheng: "I'm waiting for you."
"What's the matter?" He Ling walked to her door, and the man stepped back and stepped aside.
She didn't plan to open the door with the key: "Is something wrong with me?"
Goodbye to this man who once loved, He Ling's heart was calm and she couldn't make any waves anymore.
It turns out that habit is really a terrible thing.
Once, she was used to loving him, so she tried her best.
Now, she is used to not loving him, so she is indifferent.
"Don't you ask me to go in and sit down?"
"What happened to you?"
A touch of embarrassment flashed on the man's face, and it was fleeting: "I have waited for you all night and haven't drunk water."
Carefully, hopeful.
Having said that, He Ling really couldn't do such a thing as throwing him outside and going in by herself.
Finally opened the door and let him in.
Xu Jinsheng stood in the middle of the living room, but his eyes were firmly locked on the woman in front of him. His eyes seemed to have a lot to say, but he couldn't say a word.
"Sit down first, and I'll pour you a cup of hot water."
He took her hand: "No need."
He Ling tilted her head, her eyes revealed doubts, didn't she just say she didn't drink any water
"A Ling," he took a deep breath, plucking up his courage, "I know I am no longer qualified to ask this kind of question, but I still can't help it, please answer me honestly, okay?"
"What are you asking?" She drew her hand and took a half step back.
A trace of sadness crossed the man's eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled lightly: "Where did you...Where did you go last night?"
He Ling was startled, and Jiang Shuokai's face flashed through her mind uncontrollably.
Seeing her momentary absence in his eyes, Xu Jinsheng seemed to be strangling his heart by an invisible hand.
"Why do you ask?" She looked at him with no emotion in her eyes.
"I also received an invitation letter for the banquet last night."
He Ling: "I didn't see you."
"You said, if I can, let me try not to appear in front of you, so I didn't go. In these years, I rarely appear on such occasions..."
"So what are you trying to say?"
"I didn't dare to go, but I miss you very much. Even if I don't do anything, I am already satisfied with a glance from a distance. So, I secretly went."
He Ling's eyelids twitched.
"But at the banquet scene, I didn't see you." A sharp look passed across the man's eyes.
"is it?"
"A Ling, don't deny that if you are really there, even in an inconspicuous corner, I can find you at first sight."
"I went, but left halfway through."
"With whom?" he asked.
He Ling did not look away, her tone was cold: "It has nothing to do with you."
"It's irrelevant? Heh..." The man smirked, "You are my wife! How can it be irrelevant?"
"You are wrong," He Ling clenched her shawl tightly, "I was the wife of the past, the former wife, also known as the ex-wife!"
Xu Jinsheng's expression hurt, and his pale face became more transparent: "I asked the waiter at the banquet, and one of them saw you and said that you were in the garden with a man."
"..."
"Later, you left."
He Ling frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Answer me—did you leave with a man and come back now?!"
"Xu Jinsheng, you are not welcome at my home, go out!"
"A Ling, you're avoiding my question... So, it's like this, right? You left with another man?"
An embarrassment flashed across He Ling's face: "I have no obligation to answer you."
Suddenly, the man's gaze was fixed on her neck, and he strode forward, pulling off the shawl from her.
Bruises, mottled hickeys.
Xu Jinsheng's eyes were red, and his eyes were bloodshot: "You didn't come back all night because of this?!"
"You let go!"
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?!" He growled desperately and angrily like a wounded lion.
Regardless of the woman's struggle, angrily dragged her into the bedroom, and then kicked the door.
He Ling was rudely pushed onto the bed by him, and the soft mattress bounced up and down a few times before returning to calm.
When she was about to sit up, the man pressed up and clamped her chin, his hands were amazingly strong, and his eyes burned with raging anger: "Say! Who is that wild man?!"
He Ling took a breath of pain, and her anger flew up: "What's your business? What qualifications do you have to control me?" sneered, "No one has anything to do with you! Because-we are already. divorced!"
Xu Jinsheng felt dull pain in his heart when he listened to those hurtful words. At this moment, he had only one thought: to seal up that mouth and to block up those unpleasant words!
He Ling opened her eyes wide, and kept pushing him away, an unprecedented sense of shame overwhelmed.
what is this
What does he think of her
What is that bright red divorce certificate
The hot tip of the man's tongue rushed into her mouth, stirring wantonly, his lips stuck to her, as if he wanted to swallow her in his abdomen.
Tearing up her long skirt that was in the way, a pair of big palms wandered across the woman's slippery skin.
He Ling tightly held his hand that tried to go further, an angry fire surging in her eyes.
Looking at those tearful eyes, the man stopped all his movements abruptly.
Propping up his upper body, his eyes facing each other, he wanted to see if there was still the familiar love and sorrow in those eyes, but there was no, only the surging hatred and shame.
She looked at him, not like lovers, nor husband and wife, but enemies!
Xu Jinsheng couldn't bear it anymore. He deceived himself and covered his eyes with a painful and distorted expression. He buried his head in He Ling's shoulder and kept muttering: "Sorry... forgive me... I love you..."
Sorry, I missed you; forgive me, I chose to miss you again; but, I love you... ""