She still went to Amour to have a drink in the evening, or she was just waiting for Ye Shaoqian here. She was the only one tonight. Lan Jia was in their new nest every day with Liang Kaili during this period. Liang Kaili had just returned from Beijing. The two were farewell better than the newlyweds, and they loved each other every day.

She didn't order any wine. The fight that night still made her feel scared, and she just sat by the bar and looked around carelessly.

As it was past nine o'clock, Ye Shaoqian indeed appeared and saw her at a distance.

His face was really not very good, especially when he saw her, he looked like a fire-breathing lion. He jumped in front of her, pulled her off the stool without saying anything, and then pulled her roughly into the corridor.

This girl, this stupid girl who is ungrateful, doesn't she know how dangerous it is to sit here and drink? She didn't see many green eyes staring at her around her? If he hadn't come early, would she want to go drunk and dance again and let others eat tofu at will?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and his heart felt even colder. In this kind of place, Liang Kaili and the others had played with this kind of psychedelic stimulant, but she didn't know how to love herself?

The two of them stood in the dim light on the corridor. The music here was a little lower, not as noisy as inside, and the light was also ambiguous and blurry, and circles softly hit his handsome face, laying a faint shadow.

His face was gloomy and his voice was a little stiff: "What are you doing here? Go back honestly."

She didn't move: "I'm not a child anymore, why should I listen to you?"

He seemed to sneer: "If you don't go back, do you still want to attract butterflies here? Those yellow-haired ones that day were not enough, right? Xia Xiaobei, you are so naive!"

She knew that he cared about her, but she just gritted her teeth and angry with him: "I am naive, I admit it. At least I will admit it openly whoever I like, and I will not go so many detours in turn."

His five fingers were clenched with anger. He was really angry, but his voice became calmer: "Can you go back?"

She refused, so he grabbed her hand, pinching her wrists so hard that it hurt her marrow, almost feeling her wrist bones crushed. He pulled her and walked out with great strides. She was almost dragged by him and slid on the ground, and finally he got outside.

"Ye Shaoqian, let go, I feel pain!" She struggled and screamed, causing many people to stare at her.

Ye Shaoqian seemed to have not heard at all and pulled her to the side of the car. He brought the driver tonight. At this moment, the driver was curled up in the driver's seat and was dozing. He smashed the window and jumped up. He saw his angry face clearly and immediately opened the car door.

Ye Shaoqian didn't say much, pressed Xia Xiaobei into the passenger seat from the other side and said, "Give me the key, you can go back first."

The driver was a little sad: "Young Master, you can't..."

"Stop talking, give it to me!" He roared, and the driver was so scared that he immediately handed over the car keys. He slid into the driver's seat by himself, and there was a loud bang. At the same time as the car door was closed, the entire Maybach roared and rushed out.

Xia Xiaobei was sitting in the car and hummed in dissatisfaction. Ye Shaoqian didn't look at her, but just threw it coldly: "Hold the seat belt."

She glanced at him and said, "Do you have to pretend to be a villain?" He still pulled the seat belt casually in his hand. Before she could buckle it, Ye Shaoqian didn't know what was wrong, but he stepped on the brakes suddenly. She was shocked. She rushed forward because of inertia. Fortunately, she was pushed by the extended airbag so that she would not bump into it.

She was sweating coldly, gasping for breath, and still in shock when she touched her heart. She couldn't help but ask him: "What's wrong?"

Ye Shaoqian just grabbed the steering wheel and said nothing, staring at the front blankly. She also looked forward. It was the T-junction. There was not much traffic in the middle of the night and the road conditions were good. Is there any problem?

After a while, his tone was deep and he asked her: "Can you drive?"

She glanced at him in a daze. His face was a little pale, his hands holding the steering wheel were shaking, and his palms seemed to be sweating a lot. The surface of the calfskin steering wheel was covered with fine water marks.

She answered honestly: "No."

He frowned, as if he wanted to take out his cell phone to make a call, but he fumbled around for a while and gave up.

She was a little worried and asked him, "What's wrong? Is the car broken?"

He didn't answer, but just leaned on the steering wheel and looked out the window.

Xia Xiaobei was not sure, so he had to wait quietly without saying a word. Several cars were honking the horns next to him. Seeing that they had never responded, he cursed and walked over.

After waiting for about three or four minutes, Ye Shaoqian sat up again, fired up, pulled the clutch away, and said to her: "Have you tied your seat belt?"

After that moment, she didn't dare to neglect her head and nodded vigorously.

He then let go of the handbrake and started the car again.

Nothing to say anything along the way, he quickly drove downstairs to her and said to her, "Get out."

She sat there motionless.

He got out of the car and helped her open the door, grabbed her arm and pulled her out.

She had no choice but to say, "I didn't bring my keys when I went out."

He looked at her in confusion for a while, then took out his cell phone and started calling. Not long after, the lock-opening master came. Xia Xiaobei watched the man use various tools to penetrate his door, making that very difficult sound, which made people goose bumps stand up. Ye Shaoqian stood on the other side, lit a cigarette, irritated and sucked it.

I don’t know how long it took, but the door lock made a click and the door was opened. The master was still educating them while collecting the money: “Why are the young couple so careless, and none of them have the keys.”

Xia Xiaobei looked at Ye Shaoqian embarrassedly. He just pursed his lips and handed the pink banknote to the lock-opener, without any intention of refuting.

The master collected the money and said to Ye Shaoqian: "Miss is a little careless, just remind me, I'm standing outside for a long time now and I'm going to make more trouble."

The lock-opener finally left with the money. Xia Xiaobei stood at the door and asked him, "Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

He followed in without comment.

There was still his dark blue men's slippers on the ground. The size was big, compared to her delicate leather shoes, like two small boats. Ye Shaoqian often came to visit the supermarket. She bought them specially when she knew that he was a particular person, so when she bought them, she only said to the salesperson: "Give me the most expensive one." As a result, she didn't expect that a pair of slippers could cost her more than 200 yuan. It is said that it was camel fleece, but she didn't know much about it. Later, Ye Shaoqian was comfortable wearing, so she insisted that she buy another pair for him, saying that she wanted to replace the pair of his own home. She said that she wanted to use it as well. She said that she was unfair: "You are so rich and you still exploit me a pair of slippers? Just ask your assistant to buy it."

As soon as Xia Xiaobei entered, he was busy turning on the light bulb tea, and did not pay attention to his distracted look at his slippers. When she brought the tea out, she found that he was still standing stiffly in the living room, so she asked dullly: "Why don't you sit?"

"No need," he finally raised his face to look at her after a brief silence, "I'm leaving anyway. You are a single girl, it's not good to be so late."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and stopped looking at her. Xia Xiaobei still looked as usual, putting down the teacup in an orderly manner, then took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, continued to take off his sweater, and then a close-fitting base coat.

While she was doing this series of movements, her eyes kept looking at him. Only a small dim light was turned on in the living room. The light was so dark that her eyes shone brightly in that circle of soft halo.

He just escaped and looked at her. When he realized something, he couldn't help but take a breath of air. His hands tightened, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his voice was dull: "What are you... doing?"

She didn't speak, and Yingying's eyes were like a sensation. She just looked at him and stripped off her clothes one by one.

He had never seen her like this before, as if she had been possessed by a demon and a gu, and her body movements were very different from before. He felt that he must have been possessed by a demon because he could never take his eyes open again.

He warned her in a very tight and difficult voice: "Put it on quickly..."

Her slender body was exposed to the cold air, and she was shaking violently, but her body curves were undoubtedly beautiful. Her jade-like skin was like a dream under the light yellow and soft light. She was only a few pitiful underwear left on her body, and her beautiful figure was fully displayed in front of him.

While trembling, she asked him with her face raised: "Where is the best place for that woman? Isn't it just that she took off her? Isn't it just that I took it off for you? As long as you say, I'll take it off for you, isn't it just a baby? Is it still afraid that we won't have children for so long in the future?"

Her words seemed to be blowing her head, waking him up. He knew that she must hate him to death, so why would she forgive him? He had done so many bastards and hurt her so deeply. She was just trying to take revenge on him, for tooth and for eye to eye.

He admitted that he was indeed revenge, and there seemed to be a hole in his heart, something was flowing away silently.

He turned his face stiffly and interrupted her: "Don't do this to pervert yourself, I should leave."

He walked past her like a calm, and walked towards the door, every step was so heavy that he could hardly breathe. Before he could touch the door handle, she had already pounced on her, her hands crossed his waist, hugged him tightly from behind, and her whole body was pressed against his back, refusing to let go.

There was a loud bang in his head, as if it was a short circuit, leaving only a blank space, and he could not think about anything or do anything. Her hands were tightly wrapped around him. The smell of her familiarity, the faint fragrance, was not perfume or shower gel, but the smell that made him intoxicated was full of rushing towards him. He suddenly realized that sometimes the most difficult thing was to forget.

So many familiar pasts came to his face, and he was unable to resist. He could only let her hold them stiffly. After a long time, he said almost sadly: "Xia Xiaobei, let go."

She might have cried again, pressed her side to his spine, and shouted in a crying voice: "I won't, I will never let go again! I let you out last time you got a girl out, she was pregnant for you, you... I don't care, I don't want you to leave me again, never again!"

She cried like a child, hoarse, and he repeatedly warned himself in his heart, "No, no, but his body turned around uncontrollably, grabbed her hand, and at the moment when she was panicked, she raised her chin and kissed her hard."

He used to kiss her, lingering, or short, but never like today, like the end of the world, hugging each other tightly until the air was squeezed out, and still felt that it was not enough, not enough. There was a savage plundering between his lips and teeth, and the domineering swept over to the heart. The faint smell of tobacco, the familiar mint smell, and a medicinal fragrance that she was not familiar with, filled her senses in an instant, making her feel sad. She stretched out her hands, hooked his neck tightly, and put her lips closer.

As his lips and teeth turned, he seemed to bite her hurt. She screamed out with a "ah". He seemed to be stunned for a moment, and suddenly pulled her hand away with force and pushed her away.

She was pushed and staggered twice, looking at him from a few steps away. He was still breathing slightly, with a slight annoyance on his face, but more painful.

She knew that she was a mean person, and even if she was even more embarrassed, she would admit it. She could not resist the pain of dreaming of the bone-eating pain at midnight. If the cheap self-esteem could be exchanged for him, she would be willing. He refused to take that step, then she would do it. At most, he would be looked down upon in the future. When he met him, he would lower his head.

She pounced on again, grabbed his collar and was about to put her lips on. He turned his face to avoid it, his eyes tightened, and the expression on his face seemed to be disgusting. His expression really hurt her. She held her tears and stretched out her hand to grab him, but was ruthlessly opened it. Her force was a bit fierce, and she seemed to be avoided. She leaned over again and again, and she pushed her away again and again. She was numb like a tumbler, letting him push her back and forth. The harder he pushed her, the greater her determination to pounce over. Finally, he grabbed her arm and lifted her up. He grabbed her neck with his big hand, as if he was about to strangle her to death, and his fiery breath sprayed on her face. After a long time, he vomited a few words: "Xia Xiaobei, I warned you."

She didn't understand for a moment, and opened her eyes blankly. His breath invaded, and the scorching kiss fell on her face and neck like a storm. He buried it in her neck, and the stubble slightly grew on her chin made her itchy and numb, and it was indescribable and uncomfortable. Looking at him at this close distance, I realized that he had lost weight recently, with his cheekbones protruding and his eye sockets deep. If it were in the past, he would have shaved his beard clean early in the morning and the fragrance of shaving water was still on his chin. But even this still touched her heart so hot that she felt. How long did this lingering intimacy last?

After a moment of dizziness, he had picked her up and started walking around the house. He lowered his head and kissed her while walking, gnawing on her neck from behind, sucking and venting, as if he had reached the extreme and had nowhere to vent. He really didn't know whether to love or hate.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, he leaned into her ear and bit her earlobe, saying, "Xia Xiaobei, what should I do with you?"

Her face turned red suddenly, and she forgot who took the initiative first, just curled up in his arms, buried his face in his chest without saying a word. A slight vibration came from his chest. She listened carefully and it turned out to be his heartbeat. There was a powerful rhythm, as if it was connected to his heartbeat, with the same frequency. She knew that she knew that her Shaoqian had never changed.

He put her on his bed, but he did not lie down, but just supported his hands and looked at her from above. The moonlight outside the window covered his back, as if it was covered with a layer of silver light, but his face was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

Xia Xiaobei simply put his heart on his neck with his hand, and kissed him with a stern face. He hid for a while, and was a little angry: "Is there anyone like you?"

She didn't care, her hands were still not honest, trying to unbutton his collar. He pressed her down and pressed her back. He kissed her very comfortably, at first with her lips and then her neck, lingering at her earlobe. She was so weak that she was kissed by him. She also reached behind him and stroked and pressed her freely, trying to make him feel comfortable, but Ye Shaoqian suddenly stopped, as if he was thinking of something, and asked her calmly: "Are you not repulsive now?"

She was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to realize what he was asking. Once upon a time he touched her, she subconsciously avoided it, even vomited and had a nausea. Now she was completely disgusted and felt comfortable. Is it really because she accepted it in her heart that she would no longer be physically repelled?

"It seems to be." She blinked, and while he was unprepared, she tore him off and poured him onto the bed.

He seemed to sigh and reached out to hug her into his arms. His arms were actually very warm. Xia Xiaobei put his nose on and sniffed it, with a calming breath. But he did nothing, just put his chin on the top of her hair, and his slender fingers passed through her hair over and over again. She could feel the breath from the end of his nose spraying between his hair, cool and light. In this way, under his incredibly gentle comfort, she fell asleep like this!

She always sleeps shallowly, wakes up late at night, and when she raises her eyes, she meets his Hei Yaoyao's eyes, and can't help but be stunned: "Why don't you sleep?"

He looked at the ceiling with his eyes open and heard her wake up, so he turned his face to look at her, and his big hand still touched her head and said, "It's okay, you go to bed quickly."

She murmured for a few words, buried her face in his arms again. After a while, he thought she was asleep, so he gently moved her head away and turned over and got out of bed.

Xia Xiaobei did not move, closed her eyes and listened to the slight movement in the air. After a long time, a long sigh seemed to be heard from the darkness. She couldn't help it, so she secretly opened her eyes.

There was only a little red light in the darkness, and the curtains were blown slightly by the evening breeze. He was sitting on the windowsill, smoking against the glass, and the moonlight outlined his back. He was actually very thin, really thin. Only then did she realize that her man might not be as strong and omnipresent as she imagined.

When she woke up, she was awakened by the coldness on her shoulders. She stretched out her arms from the quilt and rubbed her eyes. On winter mornings, the air was slightly cool. She wrapped the quilt and turned over again. Suddenly she felt something was wrong and sat up on the bed.

She was empty and neat and had no wrinkles around her, not like any sign of sleeping. If it weren't for the faint smell of tobacco left on the pillowcase, she would have suspected that everything last night was just a dream. Could it be that he had never slept after smoking last night? It turned out that he had already planned to leave at that time?

The whole body that sat up was exposed to the cold air, and the bones and blood were almost frozen. The underwear she was wearing reminded her how determined she had made to keep him last night. However, he still left without leaving a few words, and was heartbreaking...

She sat up and started typing his number, but unexpectedly, she was always shutting down.

She felt like she was starting to get confused again, just like a person at a loss at the airport that day.

She put on her clothes randomly and went to his company and apartment to find him. His employees said that since Mr. Ye injured his feet last time, he had removed his position. The company was not his boss, but his brother-in-law, Lu Weizhi, the son-in-law of the Lei family. Because Lu Zhi wanted to stay in the capital to take care of Lei Yunqing, who was paralyzed all over, Mr. Lei hoped that Shaoqian could calm down and learn some business matters, so he left it to him to take care of.

At this time, Xia Xiaobei was completely confused. She knew that he had only two real estate in Shanghai, and no one responded whenever he knocked on the door. She also wanted to stay outside the door, but in such a high-end community, there were surveillance cameras everywhere. She was driven out by the guard before she could stay for a while.
To be continued...