When I wiped his wound, I persuaded him again, "I know you need time. Who hasn't been deceived? Look at my aunt who has been cheated for a lifetime, why don't she live well? There is nothing that can't be overcome. If you abuse yourself like this, I will hand you over to your master."

Chen Feiyang didn't listen to anyone, just listened to his master. When he was beaten by the team, he was also abused by himself, so his parents threw him directly to his master.

Chen Feiyang's heart moved and reached out to pick me up. His head was buried in my shoulder, looking very fragile, "Wife, I love you, Xiao Chang, I love you, don't leave me."

When a person leans on you in a manner that is necessary for you, unless this person is unforgivable or makes him hate him to the extreme, it will be difficult for you to decide to get rid of him from the bottom of your heart. Chen Feiyang is like this to me, so I can't do it to hurt him, and I can't bear it.

My heart moved slightly, but I knew that I could not promise anything to him, but now is definitely not the best time to leave him.

Chen Feiyang went to bed, and I sat on the sofa with the light turned off, thinking about what Fang Keru said to me today. It turned out that I had been misunderstanding. Wang Zhaoyang did not leave a way out for himself, and did not remarry Fang Keru.

Fang Keru said that although Wang Zhaoyang had a good temper and agreed to whatever others said, he also had his own principles. For example, at the beginning, he really said he would not agree to anything. He was not afraid of living a poor life. He just didn't want the woman he loved to live a life that he felt unhappy.

This man loves deeply and forbearingly, but he always understands what he should and should not do, and everything is going on very well.

He said that if I was good, he hoped I was better, and if I was bad, he would make me good.

Looking at his name on his phone, Wang Zhaoyang, are you tired?

But I don’t know if I should call him. Since he scolded me that time, I have tried my best to ignore him. The only time I paid attention to him was that I cried on the phone, and he listened silently, and then nothing happened.

I tortured two men, but I don’t know which one is more bitter.

But I know who I love, I know that I have left Chen Feiyang and Wang Zhaoyang together, and this kind of hatred is difficult to calm down. Just like when Wang Zhaoyang was trapped in marriage, he must have experienced the same entanglement as me. Over the years, his heart was a sadness that I could not imagine.

Is it right to escape from someone you don’t love and run to the person you love?

Wu Yuqing got up to go to the bathroom and saw me sitting on the sofa. He asked me why I wasn't sleeping yet. I said I couldn't sleep.

She sat down next to her and asked, "Do you two not be able to get through?"

Alas, Wu Yuqing will see it in the morning and evening. I don’t even want to sleep with Chen Feiyang now, which is quite obvious.

I didn't say anything, Wu Yuqing asked me, "Do you think he is incompetent?"

I don’t think anyone is capable, and I am not a capable person. I can’t say I don’t think so. First of all, I have some personality conflicts with Chen Feiyang, and secondly, I have someone else in my heart. I don’t know which reason accounts for a larger proportion. Anyway, many things accumulate together and produce such a result.

"Do whatever you want to do, while you are still young." Wu Yuqing said, this may be the most considerate sentence she has ever said to me in the years we have been together.

I still looked at her and she said, "I have lived for most of my life. The most obvious truth is that there is really no medicine for regret in the world. The last thing I regret is that I didn't go home early to see it. If I went back early, I might be able to see them."

I remembered the deserted tomb, and Wu Yuqing lay on it and cried with dust on his face.

I asked her, “If they were still there at that time, would you stay?”

She shook her head and did not answer. She was illiterate and could not say anything well, but I understood what she thought. If it were me, I would not stay. Years of separation would cause many barriers. Even if the blood was thicker than water, she still became an outsider.

I went back because of missing me. If I stayed, there would be more conflicts.

So since you still can leave, is it that important to see each other again or not? If anyone leaves, he can still live, and if there are more contacts, what is the significance?

Wu Yuqing said, "At least, I'm too late to say what I want to say. Now I don't have the chance to say it, and they can't hear it even if they say it."

What Wu Yuqing wanted to tell them was that she always remembered that her surname was Wu, and that she had these relatives directly, and she still missed them occasionally.

Saying what he wants to say to the person he wants to hear is a kind of happiness for himself and that person.

Wu Yuqing went back to sleep. I looked at Wang Zhaoyang's name with my cell phone again. I wanted to call him. I wanted to say something to him. I don't know what those words were. Maybe I want to say that whenever, Yan Xiaochang loved Wang Zhaoyang, but she was unable to do it.

She didn't really want to refuse him constantly, she was just afraid that the choices she made would make herself regret and hurt more people like she did in the past.

But I love you, no doubt,

The phone was connected, and I listened to Wang Zhaoyang's breathing, but I still didn't know where to speak. I just felt calm, so calm that I wanted to cry.

After a long silence, Wang Zhaoyang asked, "Come to see me?"

I thought about it for two seconds, "Okay."

Wang Zhaoyang gave me an address, which is where he lives now, where he once lived with Fang Keru. I have never been there, but I have some curiosity about this place.

He didn't come to pick me up and asked me to find me by myself. He kept walking towards me, stopping and stopping. Maybe he was tired, and some steps had to go by myself.

After finding this place and knocking on his door, Wang Zhaoyang stood at the door, holding the handle on the door with one hand and supporting the other arm tiredly on the door frame. He looked at me for a few seconds, his eyes were blurred.

It was still unclear who took the initiative. We looked at each other for a few seconds and started kissing. From the door to the living room, I had to indulge my feelings and give him a chance to relax.

It smelled that he was drinking. No matter how good Wang Zhaoyang had a good attitude and knew how to resolve everything, he was still a personal one. My neglect of him these days must have made him feel very bad. There are many reasons for him being in a bad mood, but it should be because of me.

No virtue can I get what he loves, and his love is like a sea, like the sea with an exceeding salinity, vast and peaceful, let me wander.

There was no deliberate preparation, but I was his tonight, and I had decided on this matter from the moment I left the house. We kissed the sofa, the soft texture, I fell into it, covered by his heart.

He kissed me to tears, like a request or a command, his voice was low and heavy, "Stay here to accompany me."

I hugged him, let his face bury in my shoulders, and enjoyed the tenderness of a woman, "I love you." I said.

He hugged me tighter and habitually rubbed my hair, "I know," he said, "I love you too, Yan Xiaochang."

We changed into a comfortable position and hugged on the sofa for a long time. I waded in his arms, calm and satisfied. All the worries that had been bothering me for a long time were forgotten at this time. Although this night would not be long, there was a moment.

Later, he picked me up horizontally, took me into the bedroom, placed it on the bed against the wall, and lay himself outside. I just lay there obediently, he could do whatever he wanted.

He pulled open the quilt to cover us. He put an arm under my neck and kissed me sideways. He didn't disturb me, but just moved gently on his cheeks with his lips. As he swam to the position of his neck, he reached out and unbuttoned me.

I took a deep breath, it didn't matter, it didn't matter what he wanted to do.

But he didn't do it, and let out a heavy breath, suppressed my desire and took me into my arms to sleep.

I thought we would have a lot to say when we saw him, but in fact we didn’t need to say anything more. It was already good to know that each other was by our side, and everything was indifferent. He understood everything I wanted to say.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, those worries naturally emerged in my mind, so I was reluctant to sleep and wasted such a long-lost night of embracing each other in my sleep.

I turned around and looked at him in the darkness, and the turn of my movement woke him up, "What's wrong?" he asked.

I said something, "I want to see you more."

He laughed, "Are you terminally ill?"

I also laughed and said, "If I really have a terminal illness, I will ignore everything. In the last time, I must be with you every day."

I will fulfill him and myself, even if I will confuse the whole world and let the people of the world down.

When I kissed again, I opened my lips and allowed his tongue to stick in to slowly tease. From a shallow kiss of love to an invasion mixed with desire, under his fiddling, my throat moaned lowly in the protection of the darkness.

I kept waiting for when Wang Zhaoyang was going to press me under his body, but he didn't take the next move for a long time. He let me go and looked into my eyes.

I think my eyes are firm and I can pick them up.

He held my hand and pulled it to the most sensitive part of his body. When I touched the hardness there, I felt a little nervous. Thinking of those days when we hugged each other, and even shamelessly thinking of the fierce friction and collisions, I looked into his eyes and suddenly felt a little shy.

He said, "I am not a saint."

I thought he was asking for it, and I just wanted to give it to it too. So I climbed onto him and started to tear his clothes, but Wang Zhaoyang stopped me.
Chapter completed!