When Qi Shenghan called Dai Shuyan, Tang Wenheng went out to deal with a murder case, Xiao Liu was with him, and there were only Yaoyao and him in the office.
Seeing the notification of the incoming call, he subconsciously avoided Yaoyao and went out to answer the call.
The other party asked: "What did you call me back for?"
He replied: "There is something I need to confirm with you."
"What's the matter? You finally decided to divorce your wife?"
He avoided this question, did not answer directly, and only said: "When are you free, let's meet."
"See you, I'm free anytime."
He was silent for a moment, "Okay, the coffee shop on Biyun Road, I'll be there in half an hour."
"Okay, see you soon."
"… see you later."
Dai Shuyan went back, facing Shang Yaoyao's dark eyes, he started to pack his things as usual, and said: "I have something to do, I'll go out, if anyone is looking for it, call me."
Yaoyao: "Is there a new case?"
"..." he replied, "yes."
Yaoyao stopped talking.
Dai Shuyan opened the door and was about to leave. He was worried and said: "Be honest, don't run around, don't meet strangers, Ma Fei hasn't been caught yet, remember?"
After she nodded, she closed the door and left.
Yaoyao leaned against the window, watching his car leave, secretly thinking about where he was going without telling her.
Ever since he suddenly asked her if she lived near Bihu, he became more and more strange.
What secret is he hiding
Do you want to go and see
Do you still need to ask? The answer is of course yes!
Standing at the entrance of the coffee shop, Yaoyao was once again thankful that she didn't suffer.
He actually handed her such a great opportunity with his own hands.
In the sound of quiet and elegant music, her husband is sitting with a young and beautiful woman. The two hold hands tightly, and their eyes are entangled. There is me in you, and you in me.
Yaoyao backed out slowly, went back in a daze, got out of the car, and stood at the intersection in a daze.
When Tang Wenheng drove back, he happened to see her wandering in the traffic like a ghost, and his heart almost stopped beating in fright.
When the green light came on, Yaoyao just took a step when she was pulled back by a strong force. A car brushed her clothes and drove past, bringing with it a gust of wind.
"You want to die!" Facing her blank eyes, Tang Wenheng became even more angry, and scolded her through gritted teeth, "Do you know how to watch the road?"
Yaoyao took a closer look, and saw that the green light from another direction was on.
She bowed her head and apologized in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I misread."
Tang Wenheng was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the car.
There was still Xiao Liu in the car, so he held back his anger and drove the car into the underground parking lot, asking Xiao Liu to take the documents up first.
He was so angry that his heart ached, and now that he thought about it, he was afraid, that car wasn't going fast enough, what if it went faster? What if Ma Fei is driving
As long as he thought of this situation, the hairs on his back stood on end.
He endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back. He was just about to teach her a lesson so that she could remember it long, but when he turned around, he saw that the knee of her trousers was wet a lot.
Water droplets continued to fall, hitting the already soaked cloth.
She lowered her head, her dark eyelashes were wet, and tears fell from them.
He was stunned, he hadn't seen her cry before.
"You... What's the matter with you?" He asked carefully.
She didn't answer, just shook her head.
Tang Wenheng was a little flustered, he had no experience in coaxing girls, let alone coaxing girls into crying like this.
She was unwilling to speak, and he didn't even know where to start.
"Let's go back to the law firm first, shall we?"
"No, I don't want to go back." She refused.
He frowned, took out his mobile phone, "I'll call Ayan!"
"Don't!" She rushed over suddenly, snatched his mobile phone, and said loudly, "Don't call him."
Her eyes were red, her eyes were desperate, and she clutched his cell phone tightly.
What Tang Wenheng didn't understand, it must be because of A Yan, A Yan made her sad, and even... was about to despair.
"Ayan..." He asked with a dry voice, "What did you do?"
Yaoyao hugged the phone, shedding tears and not speaking.
The anger rushed to his heart uncontrollably, he snatched his mobile phone, and said sharply: "Let me ask him, what good thing did he do again!"
During the scramble, seeing that the phone was about to be snatched away by him, Yaoyao became anxious and bit his hand.
"Hiss—." He took a breath and stopped.
The hands don't hurt so much, it's the heart that hurts.
Yaoyao opened her mouth and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry..."
Seeing blood oozing from his hands, guilt and grievance made tears fall even more urgently.
He looked at her and said hoarsely, "It's okay."
No longer grabbing the phone, he sat upright, looking straight ahead with no expression on his face.
After a while, Yaoyao gently tugged at his sleeve, and handed over the phone, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snatched your phone, but I still beg you not to call him."
Tang Wenheng glanced at her, she stopped crying,
Reaching out to take it, he said indifferently: "No need to apologize, this is your business, I... an outsider, I have no right to take care of it."
"no!"
He turned around in surprise.
She emphasized again, "It's not an outsider."
Tang Wenheng was silent, he was neither an outsider nor an insider, but it was something to be happy about.
"I want to drink, can you take me?"
There were still tears in her eyes, and she looked at him with desire, which was irresistible.
He took her to the bar, even though reason told him he shouldn't have brought her here.
She learned to drink and smoke with him, using the wine glasses he used and smoking the cigarettes he smoked.
Obviously choking uncontrollably coughing, coughing up tears, still unwilling to give up.
Tang Wenheng hugged her without stopping her.
Cigarettes burned out between their lips, and tobacco and alcohol were entangled together, making it inseparable.
She kept coughing, coughing and coughing and began to cry, crying in his arms.
She drank when she had cried enough, the alcohol flooded her reason, she stopped crying, and smiled like a seductive goblin.
A bastard with no eyesight came up to tease her, but he dealt with it in twos and twos. She didn't know how to be afraid, so she sat beside her and applauded enthusiastically.
She took a glass of whiskey, took a big gulp, walked up to him unsteadily, and tiptoed to his lips.
He froze, opened his mouth subconsciously, and the hot wine poured into his mouth together with the liquid in her mouth, down the throat, burning all the way to his heart.
She kissed him jerky, and murmured vaguely: "He went to find Qi Shenghan, and I don't want him anymore. I want you... okay?"
He couldn't bear it anymore, hugged her tightly, and asked pantingly, "Don't you want him?"
"Don't want him."
"Do you want me?"
"want you."
Amidst the loud music in the bar, her vague answer was extremely clear. Even though he knew that what she was saying was probably drunk, he couldn't help it.
When there was no hope, he could still bear to keep her from knowing, but now that hope was in front of him, how could he continue to endure it.
He told himself that Ayan doesn't like Yaoyao, Ayan wants to divorce Yaoyao, Qi Shenghan came back, Ayan still loves Qi Shenghan, he didn't feel sorry for his friend.
He tried hard to convince himself and forced himself to ignore the obvious change in Ah Yan's attitude towards her during this time.
The self-deceived betrayal of a friend for the sake of a woman.
She was in her arms, looking at him with blurred eyes, and the hot breath she exhaled pounced on him, saying such words.
Tang Wenheng hugged her tightly, couldn't bear it anymore, and kissed her lips.
The scene that had been imagined countless times in the dream finally appeared for real.
He hugged her, pressed her onto the soft sofa in the bar, and kissed her forgetfully.
Fortunately, he still has the last shred of reason, and he didn't want her in this kind of place.
He walked quickly back to the car with her in his arms, pushed her into the back seat, and continued to kiss.
Yaoyao was so breathless by his kiss, she couldn't help but began to resist, pushing him feebly.
The lower legs also began to struggle, kicking the strong muscles in his legs.
Tang Wenheng took a deep breath, exhausted the last bit of self-control, forced himself to leave her lips, hugged her to the co-pilot, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go home first, and then do it when you get home."
He didn't know whether he was telling Yaoyao or warning himself.
Galloping all the way, he carried her into the room, Yaoyao was drunk, she leaned softly on his body and smiled at him.
My hands were shaking when I opened the door, and I couldn't even get the key in after trying several times.
After finally opening the door, the key fell to the ground. Immediately, he couldn't wait to press her against the door panel, and kissed her heavily.
He carried her to the bed, and at the last moment, asked her: "Yaoyao, will you regret it?"
The woman's eyes were blurred, her arms were softly hooked around his neck, and she didn't answer.
He closed his eyes, lifted one of her feet, kissed her tenderly, and said hoarsely, "Don't regret it."
I don't remember how many times he asked her, but I only know that the last time, when he finished, she couldn't bear it and passed out.
The body was still longing, but he couldn't bear to continue, he just hugged her, caressing every inch of her body like a treasure.
When he took her to take a bath, he found a trace of blood on the bed sheet. He thought he had accidentally hurt her, but after taking a bath, he found out that it was not.
It is unbelievable that Yaoyao and A Yan have been married for three years and have never slept together.
He pursed his lips tightly, not knowing whether to be grateful or angry.
No wonder seeing A Yan and Qi Shenghan holding hands makes her so sad, because he never gave her a sense of security.
He sat on the head of the bed, lit a cigarette, and gently stroked her bare shoulders.
He waited quietly until Yaoyao woke up and pronounced the final sentence on him.
Even if he knew, no matter what the final result was, it would be a silent torture for him.