Kiss her 90,000 times

When Shi Wan returned to the mansion, she packed up her things and moved out.

To the outside world, he only said that he was away on a business trip, so he could give an explanation to the old house.

Shi Wan only dragged a suitcase. Fu Conglin didn't take away many things that Fu Conglin bought for her. She only took what she bought with her own money. Finally, she took off the ring on her ring finger and put it in a jewelry box. Put it on the dresser.

Before leaving, Shi Wan looked back at the bedroom, let out a deep breath, and then closed the door.

Aunt Wu wanted to help her carry things, but she refused.

"When will you be back, Miss?"

Shi Wan paused, then smiled and said, "It should take a while, I'm too busy with work."

Aunt Wu didn't ask any more questions, but told her to be careful all the way.

Fu Conglin moved to the suite under Shi Wan's name, by the river.

It is a duplex apartment with river view. It has a large area, a wide view, and a beautiful surrounding environment. She is very satisfied.

On the first day of the divorce, Shi Wan cleaned up the house that belonged to her alone, and after being exhausted and out of breath, she took a comfortable bath.

Wenqing was not in Jiangcheng, and Shi Wan couldn't find anyone to celebrate, so she ordered a small hot pot and was sweating profusely.

I was so hot that I burst into tears.

Served with lemon tea, she was so sour that her face twitched, she also endured it, and finally buried herself by the table, letting her tears wet the hem of her clothes.

She finally broke free from the shackles, but unfortunately failed to keep the innocent child.

The person who has loved deeply for more than two years is almost engraved in his bones. The moment he is uprooted, he feels lost and relaxed.

From then on, one is different from the other, and everyone is happy.
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When Fu Conglin came home at night, it was almost early morning.

The sensor light in the entrance was on, and he changed his shoes and walked in. The huge hall was silent and there was no movement.

Therefore, the sound of his breathing could not help but be amplified, adding vitality to the cold room.

Fu Conglin walked up the spiral staircase, and the sensor light at the entrance went out in silence.

The master bedroom was pitch black. Fu Conglin turned on the light and looked around the room. He didn't pay attention to something missing. He just felt that it was too quiet, which made him very uncomfortable.

The suit jacket was placed on the sofa, and Fu Conglin unbuttoned his shirt with one hand. There was a familiar scent of perfume in his breath. The man took off his shirt, turned and walked into the bathroom.

One of the mouthwash cups on the storage table was missing, more than half of the bottles and jars that looked messy in the past were gone, only Fu Conglin's aftershave, alcohol and disinfectant remained.

Fu Conglin's movements paused, his breathing became heavy, and his eyes darkened.

After taking a shower, he couldn't find the hair dryer, wiped his wet hair with a towel, walked out of the bathroom and subconsciously asked, "Shi Wan, you put the hair dryer on again..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped speaking,
The bedroom was still the same as when he came back, it was quiet and there was no change at all.

Probably only the evening wind was blowing on the unclosed windows, and the curtains lifted a small arc and swayed.

There was no quiet and gentle figure of a woman on the bed, and the wall lamp was also dimmed, not even the book beside the bed.

Fu Conglin blinked, and turned back to the bathroom.

Only then did I realize that the hair dryer was hanging end-to-end on the wall, still in the original position.

Fu Conglin tidied himself up silently.

Instead, I went to the study, rummaged through the drawer to find a cigarette, and lit one under the half-bright light.

The breath of nicotine strongly occupied his heart and lungs, passing through it cleanly, as if countless openings had been opened, and the wind was blowing and pouring it in.

Fu Conglin smoked a little fiercely, one after another, trying to fill the void and block the air outlet.

Amidst the smog, the man's face was stern.

"Cough cough..." After taking a big breath, he choked too quickly, coughed, his voice was deep and hoarse, and his breathing was labored and hasty.

Fu Conglin narrowed his eyes slightly, shook off the soot, and his chest heaved heavily.

Finally, he glanced at the time, it was one o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Xian was called.

The answer over there was fast, the music was loud, and gradually moved away, and his voice with a smile came: "Third brother, why are you calling me so late?"

"outside?"

"In the bar, the place Wei Xingzhou called."

"Yeah." Fu Conglin bit the end of his cigarette, his tongue rolled over, his voice blurred, "Give me your location, I'll come over now."

Then hung up the phone.

Wei Xingzhou rushed out from behind with a wine glass in his hand, and put his arms around his neck, "Why are you sneaking around!"

Zhao Xian put away his cell phone and put his elbow on his chest, "Third brother called and said he was coming over."

"Is he coming too?"

Zhao Xian glanced at him, "You can, but he can't?"

Wei Xingzhou naturally had no objection, he was just surprised.

The third brother also loves to go to night shows.

Although he is in the same circle, because Fu Conglin has a cleanliness obsession and is self-disciplined, he seldom "collaborates" with them. He is a very precious flower of Gaoling.

It's a pity that it was picked up early.

Wei Xingzhou didn't know that Fu Conglin, the "high mountain flower" he was thinking of, had not only been picked, but now was also discarded.

When Fu Conglin arrived, Zhao Xian and Wei Xingzhou had already had a good time.

Zhao Xian is better, after all, there is a woman who is pursuing, so he is a little reserved.

Wei Xingzhou has no heart and no lungs, and his waves are endless.

When Fu Conglin walked in, he saw him hugging a protruding woman, kissing her as if she would swallow her.

As soon as Fu Conglin came, the surrounding atmosphere became quiet for a while, and then became noisy again.

Zhao Xian moved his position, "Third brother."

Fu Conglin sat down and glanced at the woman beside him, "You don't have a woman and you come to this kind of place?"

Zhao Xian rubbed the tip of his nose, "Then third brother, why don't you come here just like you are married."

Fu Conglin paused in vain.

Is married, but also left.

Zhao Xian saw something was wrong, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fu Conglin narrowed his eyes and poured himself wine.

Zhao Xian could vaguely guess what it was, but he wasn't sure, so he didn't ask.

After all, knowing what Song Banxia did would hurt Fu Conglin very much, especially when Shi Wan had a miscarriage...

The dance floor is lively, the lights are shining, and the people are buzzing.

The atmosphere of the bar at night is more intense and noisy.

Fu Conglin sat in the corner, drinking in silence.

Zhao Xian got up and went to the bathroom. Wei Xingzhou had a hot fight with the woman, and he seemed to be cut off from the atmosphere quietly.

Until a female voice broke the treachery, "Hi, are you alone?"

The woman had a bright and enchanting smile on her face, her clothes were cool and her chest was clearly exposed, she leaned over and sat next to Fu Conglin, she tilted her head with a smile, very charming.

Fu Conglin's face changed slightly due to the smell of rouge and gouache, but he played with the wine glass calmly, "Guess?"

The woman looked at the man in front of her, and when she looked at him from a distance, she was attracted by him, and she felt even more exquisite when she got close to her. Her heart fluttered, and she touched his glass with her wine glass coquettishly, "I don't guess, but I can drink with you..."

The woman said in a low voice, with a smile on her lips.

Fu Conglin glanced over coldly.

The woman's smile stagnated slightly, and then became brighter and more seductive.

Her eyes moved down slightly, and she slid over his neck, shoulders, arms, and then the phalanx, and when she touched the ring of his ring finger, the woman's eyes flashed with regret. It turned out that she was married.

Soon, his heart moved with satisfaction again, because the man in front of him seemed to be either rich or expensive.

The woman swayed, and the high-heeled shoes brushed against his trousers inadvertently.

"Are you worthy?"

His voice was very low, and the woman couldn't hear it clearly, so she moved closer, "What did you say?"

Fu Conglin raised his head and took a sip of wine, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, the woman's eyes were hot, seeing that the man didn't stop her movement, she became more courageous.

"What did you just say? It's too noisy here, can we talk in another place..."

The woman's voice is sticky.

"I said—" Fu Conglin lowered his head, with a strong smell of alcohol, his dark eyes were particularly mysterious under the colorful lights.

The woman's heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but blush.

"Get out." The man's tone dropped sharply, and he uttered a cold and clear word with a gloomy expression on his face.

The woman froze, and smiled: "Handsome guy, you don't have to do this if you can't afford it..."

"What are you, worthy of me playing?" The man mocked coldly, without mercy.

The woman's complexion also changed, seeing Fu Conglin's cold expression, she quickly stood up and fled away.

So what if he looks handsome, he scares me to death.

Fu Conglin felt unwell all over, and his stomach felt disgusted where he was touched by a woman just now.

The smell of the bar was not good, Fu Conglin got up and went to the bathroom, and smoked a cigarette in the vent when he came out.

With too much alcohol, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, his brows furrowed.

Zhao Xian didn't see anyone else when he came back, but saw him after a while, "Where did you go?"

Fu Conglin nodded: "There was a cigarette outside."

He picked up his phone, "I'm going first."

"Not waiting anymore?"

"Ah."

"Okay, you came by car? I'll have someone take you—"

"Need not."

Meng Zhang waited outside.

Wei Xingzhou finished hanging out with the woman, but he didn't see Fu Conglin when he turned around, "Where's the third brother?"

Zhao Xian raised his chin, "Let's go."

"Gone?" Wei Xingzhou frowned, "He just came to drink? Didn't do anything else?"

Zhao Xian glanced at him, "What else can you do without drinking?"

"Not having fun or something?"

"Heh." Zhao Xian scorned, "Do you think it looks like you? Are you still thinking about letting third brother cheat?"

Of course Wei Xingzhou didn't dare, he just said it casually, it can't be true.

As soon as Fu Conglin got into the car, he took out alcohol and disinfectant.

The car windows are cooled down, and the cool breeze is blowing.

Blowing away the pungent smell of alcohol.

Then Fu Conglin leaned back in the back chair, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and picked up his phone to check the time after a while.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning.

He involuntarily clicked into WeChat.

At the bottom, turn to the Shiwan dialog box.

The chat records are still those bed photos related to Song Banxia that she sent him a long time ago.

Turned up again.

Nine o'clock in the evening on February 20, 2xx.
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Cong Lin, the temperature has dropped again, be careful not to catch a cold.

November 2 at 25:10 p.m.
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Don't work overtime too late, your body is important, I have prepared hangover candy for you in the suitcase, you can use it when socializing.

……

Early in the morning of June 2.
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Happy Valentine's Day, Cong Lin, I love you.

Early in the morning of June 2.
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Happy New Years Eve.

Fu Conglin's hands trembled, and he couldn't hold the phone steadily. He continued to scroll up, most of which were Shi Wan talking, and he rarely responded.

But she doesn't seem to be tired of it.

July 2 at eleven o'clock in the evening.
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Miss you.

September……
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Are you coming back for dinner? -
I miss you.
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Third Brother, I miss you so much.

October 20, 1xx.
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Fu Conglin, wish us a happy second anniversary of marriage, I will always be with you, love you, I hope we can live forever and grow old together—Shi Wan.

The alcohol made his eyes red, and the brightness of the screen was dazzling. Fu Conglin's eyes were sore. His heart seemed to be punched twice, and dense pain arose from the deepest part of his heart. He turned off the phone and tilted his head back. , raised his hand to cover his eyes, forbearance until the veins on his forehead throbbed.

His lips moved slightly.

Silently, the gloomy mood was surrounded by the night.

fraud.