The two souls wear the same person + side story

She opened the door, and a bouquet of roses greeted her.

The old man wore a well-tailored suit, pinned the brooch that Shang Yi gave him a long time ago on his chest, held a large bouquet of roses, opened a bottle of champagne, and at the bottom of the glass was a rather screaming diamond ring.A fitting apology.

"I'm too busy today, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be angry, okay?"

The ugly boy glanced at Shang Yi's face, nodded slightly: "President Xu, sister, I'll go back first."

"En." Shang Yi closed the door with his backhand.

She smiled slightly and took the rose and put it on the shelf, swept away a lot of old magazines and put it in order, then went back and fished out the diamond ring, put it on her finger and gestured. The old man looked at her with burning eyes, observing her behavior A little weak.Occasionally, a woman is a kind of flirt, like a tiny hook hooking the old man's soul, a little trick that is easy to see through, makes a man feel that he can control her at any time.

Shang Yi took off the diamond ring and put it on the table: "I'm not angry."

"Okay, I flew here specially to accompany you today, just to have a smile?" The old man coaxed her, took her into his arms and kissed her hair, "The shampoo smells good."

Being hugged like a big doll, Shang Yi remained indifferent for a while, the old man realized that something was wrong with her, and let go: "What's the matter? Still unhappy? How should I make amends?"

Shang Yi has known this person since she was in her early 20s. She was just an assistant at first, but when she realized that the old man had ulterior motives, she joined the mistress' circle.

In retrospect, it was really evil and unpredictable. She slowly thought back, and the old man in front of her was a little fuzzy.

The difference between her and the other mistresses is not that she can manage the company. This is not a trait. Among the ten Yingyingyanyans around the old man, eight out of ten who can stay for a long time are not bad at picking her up. She really can't be ranked among them. Her body is mediocre and her face is not classy, ​​her voice is not coquettish enough, and her appearance on the bed is also lackluster.

She can stay until now because her biological parents blocked her one night and told her that she wanted to dig a basement at home. At that time, her adoptive mother, her aunt, had passed away, and she avoided these people in a distraught way , the old man happened to ask her out for dinner.

She was very young at that time, unable to hide her troubles, and complained about the family affairs in a few words like a machine gun, like a little girl who didn't know much about the world.The old man said that she felt very real at that time, like a little woman who could stay in his arms, and then began to give her more and more authority to handle more things until now.

Without the old man, there would be no Shang Yi now. The old man cultivated her and gave her the opportunity to put aside the physical relationship. To a certain extent, she wished she could sing gratitude to the old man.

Singing and singing, the little respect in my heart has been worn away with the repeated relationships, the old man fell into the mortal world, and there is only time left to brew a little sour after the gunpowder smoke. The old man is a person who expresses his feelings, she doesn't know how to speak.

After a short silence, she calmed down and asked softly, "What do you think of me?"

"Of course you are fine!" The old man was a little surprised, and then he understood that she was very serious today, and he changed his expression to a very serious face, "Very beautiful, very capable, very considerate in handling things, and very clear in mind ..."

The old man listed her advantages one by one, except for "very beautiful", the rest of Shang Yi could not agree.But she was staring at the side face of the old man, and he seemed to be telling some irrefutable creed with a serious and determined look.She began to fantasize that she really had these beautiful qualities worthy of being loved, and at the end she had hallucinations, thinking that it was Xu Wanqing who was talking about her good qualities.

"Do you love me?"

"I love you!" His cloudy eyes contained tears of rejuvenation, and he was shocked that Shang Yi finally had such affection for him before he asked such a question.

He hugged Shang Yi emotionally, Shang Yi finally realized that this is not Xu Wanqing.

Oh, if the ancients were here, she would probably have revealed her secrets in place.

Shang Yi hugged back slowly, hating himself for asking such an emotional question to this man.

At night, this guy hugged her, hugged her tightly, and snuggled up to her to sleep as if he was so moved by her that he wanted to show his heart.

After turning off the light, Shang Yi asked abruptly, "How much do you love me?"

"I can give you all my property." He rested his chin on her shoulder and replied softly.

"Sleep?"

"Is the answer incorrect?"

"Just ask."

After the old man snored evenly, Shang Yi got up silently.

When people are old, they feel shallow, and she woke him up with her sound like a mouse. He turned over, and his voice was a little sleepy: "What's the matter?"

"There is something going on at the ugly boy's house. I'll go and have a look. I'll call you tomorrow."

"what's up?"

"My parents are demons again, it's okay."

"They can spend as much as they want, just spend it." The old man turned over and fell asleep without doubting him.

After Shang Yi finished making up the reason, he felt a rush of heartbeat and hot eyes.

He took out the key and opened the door, and suddenly saw a lamp on the coffee table, Xu Wanqing was lying there writing quickly, the brush dangling so much that it was about to fly.

"Why don't you sleep?" Shang Yi looked down at the time, it was one o'clock in the morning.

"It's almost finished, I want to write it as soon as possible." Xu Wanqing got up to carry her bag and put it away, Shang Yi looked at the draft by touching it, and turned on the overhead light: "I'm going to go blind."