Kiss her 90,000 times

"Go back to the old house for dinner tonight, seven o'clock."

"Where is he? Ask Meng Zhang to pick you up."

On the phone, the man's indifferent and alienated voice came through.

It has been a long time since Shi Wan received a call from Fu Conglin, and the last time I saw him was a month ago.

No, it's not like that.

Feiyu restaurant an hour ago.

Shi Wan saw Fu Conglin who was away on a business trip for a month and didn't know when to come back.

At that time, she was chatting happily with Wen Qing, when suddenly she was attracted by two people who came in from the restaurant door.

At first, she only thought it was a handsome man and beautiful woman with exceptional appearance, but after looking up carefully, she realized that the tall man was her husband whom she hadn't seen in January, Fu Conglin.

Shi Wan didn't know the woman next to him holding his arm, but she vaguely felt that the relationship between the two was not very close.

"Wanwan, when are you going to return to the entertainment industry? You won't be addicted to being Mrs. Fu!"

The girlfriend's sudden question drew Shi Wan's attention back, Shi Wan blinked, looked away, lowered her eyelids, and chuckled softly, "What do you think?"

Wen Qing wrinkled her nose with a displeased expression.

Shi Wanfu raised her head again, unconsciously looking for the pair of Biren in the dining room.

It also happened that Fu Conglin and the woman sat opposite Shi Wan.

There was a distance and a wooden potted bouquet in the middle, which gave Shi Wan a place to hide, but made her look more carefully.

She seems to be secretly peeping at the shadowy person who cannot see people, watching each other's every move.

When Shi Wan saw that Fu Conglin had summoned a waiter and sent the woman a bouquet of apricot flowers, she felt very charming from a distance.

Shi Wan carefully identified it, vaguely feeling as if she had seen it somewhere before.

After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that a large field of such flowers was being planted in the back garden of the mansion, so I felt familiar.

The servants in the mansion called her "Mrs. Charlotte".

After Shi Wan moved into the mansion, she learned that Fu Conglin had planted this flower bush for his white moonlight—Song Banxia.

Now that I think about it, the woman sitting opposite Fu Conglin is the Bai Yueguang, Song Banxia, ​​whom he has been thinking about so much.

After not seeing each other for a month, Shi Wan sized up Fu Conglin.

The man is wearing a well-tailored high-end suit, with a clean and neat big back head, a deep profile profile, cold and sharp eyebrows, thin lips slightly raised, and a pleasing arc on his arm. He has a noble and superb temperament.

It was a face she was familiar with, but his expression made Shi Wan feel strange.

He'd never smiled at her like that.

More sneers and ridicule.

Shi Wan felt sour and bitter in her heart, and involuntarily shifted her gaze to Song Banxia.

The woman is wrapped in a pure white long dress, with a strand of floral flowers on the neckline, delicate collarbone, fair skin, and against the light, she is as gentle as a flower.

The two sat facing each other, chatting gracefully, and their eyes met from time to time. The tenderness in their eyes made people sigh with envy. They were such a talented and beautiful couple, and they were a natural couple.

"Wanwan?"

Shi Wan looked too seriously, she didn't hear what Wen Qing was saying, which aroused her doubts, followed Shi Wan's line of sight, her eyes widened instantly, burning with raging anger.

"…Um?"

Shi Wan also came back to her senses at this time, looking at Shang Wenqing's surprised and angry eyes.

She immediately covered Wen Qing's mouth with her hand, suppressing her exclamation, and shook her head at her.

Wen Qing blinked her eyes, nodded and looked at her, indicating that she would not yell.

Finally able to speak, Wen Qing lowered her voice and said angrily: "Didn't you say that Fu Conglin is on a business trip? Why did he appear here?!"

Shi Wan bit her lip, and shifted her gaze to the delicate tableware in front of her, "I don't know, maybe I just came back from a business trip..."

The radiant crystal lamps sprinkled down from the top of the head, reflected on the smooth and delicate tableware and glass tabletops, which should have been shining and dazzling, but at this moment they were extremely dazzling.

Shi Wan sat motionless on the spot, pressing her skirt and resting her fingers on her knees, pinching her palm hard.

"You still speak for him! Why didn't he tell you if he came back first? He ran to this kind of place to have dinner with other women! Tell me honestly, is he cheating!"

Wen Qing was a little excited as she spoke, her voice raised unconsciously and then suddenly suppressed.

Shi Wan remained silent.

I pinched my palms so hard that my whole body couldn't help shaking, shaky.

"Wanwan, are you alright..." Wen Qing looked at her like this, and couldn't help but worry.

"I am fine."

Shi Wan lightly shook her head, her lips were bitten white, and her palms were constantly tingling.

She lied to herself when she said it was okay, even though she knew how much Fu Conglin didn't like her, she would still feel jealous and sad when she saw him being gentle with other women.

The two people on the opposite side seemed to be talking about something interesting, they lowered their heads and laughed, the atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant, and then when they raised their heads, they couldn't help staring at the same place.

"Wanwan, let's go."

Wen Qing also saw it, and was so angry that she gritted her teeth, wishing she could pounce on and tear the couple apart.

"it is good."

Shi Wan took a deep breath, loosened her tightly clenched hands, her hands were covered with bruises, rubbed them lightly with her fingertips for a moment, and the marks disappeared.

The tightly frowned eyebrows loosened slightly because the traces dissipated, as if he had finally let go of something he was obsessed with, and he had no obsession like clearing the clouds and seeing the fog.

……

"Time Wan?"

The man didn't get a response for a long time, so he called her name.

Two simple words rolled across his lips, causing Shiwan to struggle out of his memories.

"Are you back?" she asked softly.

But the man ignored her inquiry and said instead: "Why, miss me?"

Shi Wan was taken aback by this answer, something stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

Some memories were about to come out, but they were forced to be suppressed by her, and she said bitterly, "I just..."

"Dudu..."

Not finished yet.

The man ruthlessly hung up and ended the call.

She just cares about him.

This sentence could not be said.

But Shi Wan understood what Fu Conglin meant by thinking about him.

It is nothing more than the thoughts of the body.

That's right, in Fu Conglin's eyes, she is just such a shameless, calculating and wicked woman.

The only thing that satisfies him is probably her figure that suits him.

Shi Wan walked to the French windows and opened the curtains. It was a gloomy sky, and it was raining patteringly.

Suddenly remembering that today is the family banquet day, it is no wonder that Fu Conglin specially called to remind her that she will go back to the old house tonight.

He also told Meng Zhang to pick her up.

On the way to the old house, the car stopped in front of a hotel.

Shi Wan saw Fu Conglin through the car window, in a dark gray suit, holding a black umbrella, tall and straight, standing on the side of the road with a cold demeanor.

Slowly walking towards the car body, opened the door on Shi Wan's side.

The man lowered his head, Shi Wan caught off guard and ran into his dark eyes, like a deep ancient well, shrouded in thin smoke, feeling extremely alienated.

It is also as deep as a hidden predator, good at camouflage, calm and composed, waiting for the prey to come to the door on its own initiative, waiting for it to kill.

And at this moment, Shi Wan is the prey in his eyes.