Kiss her 90,000 times

"I'm not..." Shi Wan subconsciously denied, then she was stunned again, lowered her eyelids, and said softly, "Mmm."

The man's slightly heavy breathing came slowly through the receiver.

"Okay, it's really yours."

The man put down a word coldly and ended the call neatly.

Fu Conglin threw the phone on the sofa, clasped his waist with both hands, and stood there for a while with a deep and inexplicable expression. After a while, he turned off the light and went to bed.

But he couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and he was so depressed that he couldn't even explain it to himself.

The side was empty and cold.

Shi Wan stared at the hung up call page, pursed her lips, and put the phone away.

Wen Qing turned around and looked at her: "What's the matter, the dog man Xingshi came to ask the crime?"

The room was very quiet, and Wen Qing could clearly hear Fu Conglin's words just now.

"Maybe."

Wen Qing rolled her eyes: "What right does he have to accuse you of Xingshi? You just didn't go back, you really care too much."

Shi Wan felt a little sad, but as long as she thought of the photos Song Banxia sent her some time ago, she couldn't help frowning, and felt an urge to vomit.

"After all, I'm still his wife now, representing the face of his Fu family. If such a thing like not returning home at night is photographed and posted on the Internet, it will cause another uproar." Her voice was very soft.

"What's the matter? You didn't go to the wild man's house, you stayed with me." Wen Qing was a little dissatisfied, "You are going to divorce him, and what else do you say for him, he didn't think about you More than half a point."

Shi Wan pulled her lips lightly, but said nothing.

Wen Qing yawned slowly, and muttered: "Okay, go to bed early, don't talk about him, so as not to affect the quality of sleep."

In Wenqing's eyes, Fu Conglin is a proper scumbag, not worthy of any nostalgia.

Shi Wan hummed, and looked towards the window, the curtains were not drawn tightly, leaking bits and pieces of light.

She felt that her once full heart was becoming empty little by little, gradually numb.

She stared at the light, and slowly closed her eyes until the light completely disappeared from her vision.

During the few days when Wen Qing was rarely on vacation, she took Shi Wan to wander around Jiangcheng.

Shi Wan has not been so relaxed for a long time, Wen Qing said to take her to bungee jumping, Shi Wan was still a little scared, but Wen Qing couldn't stand Wen Qing's persuasion.

Standing on a high place, Shi Wan looked at the mountains and rivers below, as if they were vast abysses, she didn't feel afraid, but instead had a strong attraction for her.

Before jumping, she grabbed Wen Qing's hand and shook it, and Wen Qing looked at her with a smile: "Come on."

Shi Wan took a deep breath, closed her eyes and jumped down.

The moment she jumped, Shi Wan's mind went blank for a moment, and then she felt weightless, unable to open her eyes and mouth, and her heart seemed to be about to jump out violently.

She felt the strong wind blowing across her cheeks, her hair fluttering, and the sound of howling wind was heard in her ears, as if all the blood in her body was flowing to a certain point, quickly and intensely.

She couldn't control her screams, and the sound of complete letting go echoed throughout the valley.

When she returned to the ground, Wen Qing looked at her anxiously: "How is it? Do you feel okay? Is there any discomfort?"

"I..." Her voice was extremely hoarse.

Shi Wan looked a little embarrassed, her eyes were red, her face was pale, she held Wen Qing's hand tightly, and finally couldn't help crying loudly.

As if to cry out all the grievances I have suffered in these years.

Wen Qing hugged her, patted her shoulder comfortingly, and coaxed in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay, just cry."

After a while, Shi Wan said, "I feel like I'm going to die..."

Wen Qing couldn't laugh or cry, "How come, aren't you fine?"

Bungee jumping was really too exciting for Shi Wan, but it also produced a huge sense of pleasure for her.

Although she was still quite frightened, she still enjoyed it and felt a relief like never before.

It's just that when I went back, my legs were a little weak, and I was always supported by Wenqing.

The two ate dinner and went to the bar to drink.

Wenqing has a good capacity for alcohol, and she took Shi Wan to drink a lot. Shi Wan used to belong to the kind of person who pours a glass, but later entered the entertainment industry, drinking and eating with others is inevitable, and her capacity for alcohol has improved a lot bit by bit .

But still not as good as literature.

After three glasses of wine, her head was already a little dizzy.

Leaning against the bar counter, with her head against the cold countertop, she was still holding the wine glass in her hand, refusing to let go.

Wen Qing was sipping wine with great interest, her eyes were like shooting, and she was looking for prey that satisfied her on the dance floor of the bar.

After looking at it for a long time, I didn't see anything pleasing to the eye, so I took another sip of wine in a dispirited mood.

Looking back, she realized that Shiwan had already collapsed on the table, she reached out and poked her: "Wanwan, are you drunk?"

Shi Wan raised her head with difficulty, stared at her drunkenly, her mind was still clear, "I don't, I'm just a little dizzy."

Wen Qing laughed out loud, pointing at her: "You don't even admit it when you're drunk, why is it that your drinking capacity is still so bad after so long?"

Shi Wan looked a little annoyed, she pouted, and raised her hand to brush her seaweed-like hair, "I don't know either."

The voice sounded a little confused, with a little coquettishness.

Wenqing laughed happily.

In a dimly lit corner, sat two dignified looking men.

One of them turned his head slightly to look at this side, with a little doubt in his brows.

The person next to him looked at him and bumped his shoulder, "Zhao Xian, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Xian shook his head, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "No, it feels like seeing a familiar person."

The man next to him laughed, with a teasing tone: "Is it a woman? You look familiar to any woman!"

"Fuck you." Zhao Xian gave him a disgusted look, "I seem to have seen third brother's wife."

Wei Xingzhou frowned, suspecting that he heard it wrong, "Who are you talking about? The third brother's wife is the one who is the actress?"

Zhao Xian glanced at him angrily: "Otherwise, what do you think?"

Wei Xingzhou: "No way, you saw her here..."

Isn't that woman a well-known good girl? How could she be in such a mixed place.

"I've said it all, it seems like you don't understand?"

Wei Xingzhou also tilted his head to look over, just in time to see Wen Qing lifting Shi Wan's face, his eyes widened instantly, and he swears, "Look, it's really her!"

Zhao Xian paused, put down his wine glass, and took out his phone with his other hand.

Wei Xingzhou was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

"Of course it's to send a message to the third brother, you are stupid."

"..."