After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

——Xingli, do you know that Shi Jin had a crush before?It's very similar to you, I think you are wronged, so I don't want to hide it from you.

— That person seems to be back.

In the corner of the parking lot, a red Maybach with its lights on.

Song Xing held the steering wheel expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened, but he sat here for half an hour without moving, and stared out of the car window intently.

The dim yellow of the headlights outlines the delicate face. It is said that it is lifeless, but the forbearance is exposed on the slender neck. The tense and restrained emotions make the light blue veins emerging on the neck clearly visible under the skin, and the eyebrows are restrained. His coldness carried a bit of imperceptible sullenness.

The fingers that tapped the steering wheel suddenly tightened, so hard that the knuckles turned white.

The words next to his ears stimulated his nerves over and over again, pushing his reason, which had been tense during this period, to the brink of collapse.

"……Ah."

With a chuckle, deep choking and hoarse hysteria were hidden, the long silence ended, his eyes stayed on the opposite pillar, his amber pupils were gradually covered with moisture, but he couldn't stop the sullenness in his eyes.

He is not someone who just believes what others say, Shi Jin's behavior during this period is really abnormal.

One night half a year ago, Shi Jin called him, saying that he missed him, missed him very much, and wanted him to be by his side all the time, because he heard Shi Jin's choked up voice, he began to feel guilty, was it because he hadn't been by Shi Jin's side for too long .

Because of Shi Jin's words, he resigned from the ballet's principal position without hesitation, and chose to return to China for development.

But he found that Shi Jin didn't miss him as he imagined.

He knew he was busy, of course he understood.But he didn't understand what Shi Jin was busy with during this time, so busy that he didn't see anyone when he woke up, and he didn't see anyone before going to bed, and he even forgot the wedding anniversary.

Obviously cared so much before.

So Bai Yueguang came back and kept a distance from him?

What do these seven years mean?

Use him as a stand-in?

beep—

Her thin lips were pursed tightly, her eyes suddenly turned cold, she raised her hand and slammed into the middle of the steering wheel, and the piercing sound of the horn broke the silence of the parking lot.

Step on the accelerator and drive out of the parking lot.

The red Maybach was speeding on the sparsely populated road. The unassuming body and the speed of over [-] were like breaking a bamboo, with an unstoppable hostility trying to break through the oppression of the night. The buildings and plants on both sides of the road became phantoms.He glanced at the ever-increasing speed on the dial, and continued to step on the accelerator without any emotion.

Trying to cover up the wanton beating of the heart with the roar.

The only thing that can be captured is the redness at the end of the eyes.

The crushed rose petals on the passenger seat swayed slightly under the speed of the car.

tick-

The combination lock of the door was unlocked, and he pushed the door open. The house was pitch black, and there was no sound. He threw the car keys on the shoe cabinet casually, and raised his hand to press the light switch key.

The lights are brightly lit in an instant, and the moment the huge house is lit up, it is as beautiful as a work of art. The spiral staircase not far away increases the sense of space of the whole villa. Everywhere is exquisitely designed. If you find it carefully, you can still see it There are two English letters on some decorations.

——J&L

But it is precisely because it is like a work of art that this home is full of alienation.

He was standing at the entrance, looking through the crystal lamp on the ceiling in the center of the living room, the brilliance reflected by the collision of the crystal and the light made him a little dizzy.

His heart was beating like a drum in his chest, and the excessively rapid beating sound made him feel that his heart would stop suddenly due to exhaustion in the next second.

Then he turned his head to the wall on one side, only to see that the clock had reached ten o'clock.

There are still two hours left before the wedding anniversary.

He lowered his head and chuckled, clenched his left hand hanging by his side, and the ring on his ring finger was sore.

"Shi Jin, you'd better not let me catch you." He said and threw the rose bouquet in his hand into the trash can beside him.

When the delicate petals on the bouquet touched the edge of the trash can, they fell to the floor fragilely, like someone's smile, which looked beautiful, but concealed a mute pain.

He didn't want to be that gentle and well-behaved lover anymore.

Go upstairs and take a shower.

At 10:30 after taking a bath, he lazily lay on the sofa in the living room and watched the movie "Red Ling Yan".

"Peggy, why are you dancing?"

Peggy laughed on the screen: "Like why you live."

Seeing this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, shaking his body with his head propped up, as if the answer was a funny joke, he picked up the remote control and pulled the progress bar, and the screen just stopped when the group leader asked the heroine Peggy a question again .

Peggy said troubledly: "I don't know how to choose, but I love Julian."

At this time, the heroine has fallen in love with the composer Julian, and she is caught in the conflict between love and career.

Lermontov replied: "No great dancer can enjoy ordinary love."

Seeing this, he picked up the remote control and turned off the screen.

He didn't need to look at it next, he just needed to be here, and the ending was tragic.Because he has watched this film no less than ten times, but before he watched it from Peggy's point of view, he felt that it was right for Peggy to choose love between career and love, because loving someone is sometimes true. Something needs to be sacrificed, like a career at its peak.

But Peggy's unhesitating choice of love made her regret it. She felt that the stage was still very attractive, but when she wanted to go back to the stage, her lover chose to stay away from her.

This kind of behavior made Peggy shake her love again. She turned around and wanted to chase her lover, but she was run over to death by the train in the end.

"No great dancer can enjoy ordinary people's feelings, so I am not great."

Still a dull fool who only now realizes something is wrong.

He repeated this sentence, put down the remote control, stood up and turned to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the slender and straight body of the young man, like a proud white swan standing proudly in the dark night, inviolable.

I only heard a 'tick' at the entrance, which was the sound of the combination lock opening the door.

He turned around slowly.

At the entrance, the man took off his silver-gray suit and hung it on the hanger, and then walked towards his lover. His handsome face was indifferent, as if nothing could make him emotionally fluctuate.

Including going home.

"Back?" He smiled and opened his arms towards Shi Jin: "I want a hug."

This coquettish "I want to hug" is sexy in Song Xingli, the ending is lazy and charming, and the soft nasal sound seems to hook people's hearts.

Shi Jin looked at Song Xingli's smiling eyes, which shimmered under the light, beautiful and gentle, extremely alluring.

Without saying a word, he hugged him into his arms, and kissed Song Xingli's neck sideways.

Almost venting, as if seeking solace.

Song Xingli felt that he was embraced into a wide and warm embrace, the breath falling from his neck was warm, and the delicate and dense kisses were eager, as if he wanted to get some comfort from him.

The hand caressing the waist gradually tightened.

It was a possessive gesture, Shi Jin's usual attitude towards him.

"Why are you back so late? Are you working overtime?"

Shi Jin listened to Song Xingli's slightly trembling and soft voice, he liked Song Xingli's voice, he liked even trembling and choking, it made him feel that this person was exclusively for him, so he bit Song Xingli's neck with a little force:

"Well, there is a client."

"……Have you got a meal yet?"

"I didn't eat."

"Then do you want to eat first or first..." Song Xingli deliberately paused for a few seconds, then leaned close to Shi Jin's ear and asked sweetly, "Eat me."

As soon as the teasing words fell, Shi Jin put him down on the sofa.

Shi Jin's indifferent appearance has long been overturned and swallowed by the scorching heat.

The area on the left side of the sofa is large, and there is no problem for two people to lie down. The weight makes the softness sink, and the temperature covers it.

He looked into Shang Shijin's deep eyes, felt the change in Shi Jin's strength, and couldn't help chuckling, this man can always be shown the signs of a gentle scum by his appearance.

But only this time.

So what kind of client kept Shi Jin from coming home on the night of his wedding anniversary?

Tilting his head slightly, he wanted to see Shi Jin's expression.

When the tip of his nose was close to Shishin's neck, his expression froze.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting today." Because of the exercise, Shi Jin's voice sounded a little deep and hoarse, which was pleasant and magnetic: "Happy seven-year wedding anniversary, roses received ?"

The time just reached 12 o'clock, and a new day came.

Song Xingli looked sideways at Shi Jin, his amber eyes were stained with traces of sinking, covered with moisture, and the emotions in the eyes could not be seen.

A blessing the next day is no longer a blessing.

"Ajin." He called softly.

"En." Shi Jin buried his head on Song Xingli's neck, greedily sucking the warmth of the person in his arms, without looking at his face.

"Where do you work overtime tonight?"

"In the company."

He gave a clear 'ah', with a long and meaningful ending: "So you started to allow your secretary to wear perfume?"

"No." Shi Jin supported Song Xingli's waist and led him to sit up, leaned on the back of the sofa chair and looked up at Song Xingli in his arms, his eyes fell on the blush at the end of Song Xingli's eyes, which was so beautiful: "So you Are you checking on me now? I'm late because of the anniversary?"

Through the wrinkled white shirt, the fingertips rubbed the slender, warm and firm texture.

Shi Jin's tone was casual, without the slightest hint of tension, calm and calm.

Song Xingli put his arms around Shi Jin's neck, and lazily rested his pillow on Shi Jin's shoulder:

"The top notes of this fragrance should be fresh bergamot and soft violet, and the base notes are gushing patchouli, deep and elegant, like a lonely and mysterious... man."

"The base notes of patchouli, vanilla and musk, although the taste is already very light, you can still feel the spicy and playful fragrance of the perfume and the sexy and sweet taste of the dark tone."

He looked sideways at Shi Jin with a smile and bent his eyes: "The expensive fougere is a male fragrance. This manly fragrance can have two meanings. One is that men who wear perfume belong to this type of men. The other It means that a man uses this perfume to convey his desire to the man he wants to be close to."

The lover's voice is extremely gentle, like a romantic poet reciting poetry, speaking softly in his ear, if there are no last two words, Shi Jin will feel that his lover is playing with him.

Not really.

The hand supporting Song Xingli's waist stopped.

"This shows that he longs for such a man. He feels that this man is lonely, and wants to ask him why the abyss in his eyes, the slow heartbeat, and the breadth of his soul are the reasons."

"So Shi Jin, has your secretary changed to a man?"