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Chapter 82 Who Is Tormenting Who?

It was at this time that Fu Xiaonian's cell phone ringtone rang in the empty restaurant. Fu Xiaonian didn't know what she was feeling at that moment. She only remembered that she took out her phone with great joy and saw the name on the screen.

When I saw him, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and the joy just now disappeared without a trace.

"Heechul," she tried her best to answer the call in a relaxed and cheerful tone. Only the faint hint of disappointment was quickly caught by Heechul on the other side, but she quickly covered it up, "Xiao Nian, have you seen the advertisement?

"Huh?" Heechul's voice was filled with a hint of joy, "The advertisement was very successful. The company said that taking advantage of the current popularity, I will release my first solo album in the near future. The songs are already being collected and it is expected to be released soon.

Start recording!" Heechul actually doesn't care about these things, but if it can bring happiness to Fu Xiaonian, he is willing to do it.

"Heechul, congratulations, you finally succeeded!" Fu Xiaonian's voice was also a little excited. Heechul was able to achieve such good results when he was just starting out, and he didn't have to participate in the competition of newcomers. This advertisement undoubtedly had a great impact on him.

With such great help, Fu Xiaonian suddenly had the illusion that the little donkey in his hand would grow up to become a horse.

"Xiao Nian, all this is your fault!" I don't know since when, Heechul's name for her has changed. Before Xiaonian could answer, Heechul quickly said: "Since I listen to you so

Well, for working so hard, should you reward me?"

"Ah?" Fu Xiaonian opened his mouth here and couldn't help but said with a smile: "Since you say this is my contribution, why do you want me to reward you?"

"I don't care, anyway, you must reward me," Heechul's sudden words were like a child's coquettishness, which made Fu Xiaonian stunned, "That's it, I'll pick you up at six o'clock tonight, and we'll go eat and sing k

Would you like to watch a movie?"

"I know you've been in a bad mood recently, and I know it's because of him, but I hope Fu Xiaonian is happy. Fu Xiaonian won't run away from life because of a setback in his relationship, feeling like he's lost tomorrow.

,Right?"

I have to say that Heechul is really like a roundworm in Fu Xiaonian's belly. One provocation made Fu Xiaonian roar: "Who said that? Who said that my aunt is sad for that man? I am not sad. In the world,

He is not the only man. There is no grass anywhere in the world. How could I, Fu Xiaonian, have an unrequited love for a grass growing on Tianshan Mountain!?"

That's right, she, Fu Xiaonian, doesn't love him. She, Fu Xiaonian, is not someone who can live without him, Situ Shangxuan. She, Fu Xiaonian, can't be!

In Tokyo, Japan, a spark ignited the dark night. A sleeping lady politely knocked on the door of the room. She was wearing an elegant kimono and knelt softly with her red lips touching the door. She did not dare to look at the man inside by the floor-to-ceiling window.

, the young lady who had been waiting for a long time without getting the promise finally plucked up the courage to look up and glanced over there. She only saw the tall and thin figure and the dazzling golden hair, and then she lowered her head shyly and wanted to speak.

Huanxiu said: "Situ Jun, Mr. Kawashima sent me to serve you."

Like an oriole's cry that breaks the silence in the room, the woman's voice is full of charming colors, as if she is ashamed.

The blond man still stood motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, as if nothing existed in front of the woman kneeling at the door behind him.

Finally, the woman raised her knees awkwardly, and said resentfully: "Situ Jun——" The distant voice was deliberately lengthened, and the listener was fascinated.

"Get out—" A whisper escaped from Situ Shangxuan's thin lips. There was no emotion in his cold voice, just a cold command.

The woman knelt down in shock, as if she couldn't believe that this man would reject her, thinking that she had always been invincible among guests.

"Situ Jun——" the young lady shouted uneasily and in shame.

"Get out!" This voice raised its pitch and was full of wild anger. It was so cold that the young lady couldn't help but tremble, and then she stood up holding the door with a shy face.

"Say thank you to Mr. Kawashima for his kindness, but I don't need it!"

Situ Shangxuan's voice successfully stopped the latter in his tracks, and then he responded politely, "Yes, Mr. Situ."

Situ Shangxuan's eyes were locked on the charm of the twenty-four-story hotel. His blue eyes were as dark as the sky outside the window. The open notebook and the read e-mail were displayed on the screen. The email came from an anonymous source.

, pictures that are all over the place are messily pasted on it, and the hearts of those who read the email are all over the place.

On the azure water surface, an eye-catching man and woman embrace each other affectionately. The man's fingertips touch the chin of the woman in his arms, and his affectionate eyes meet the woman's astonished eyes. The picture is messy and beautiful.

Situ Shangxuan clenched his fists fiercely, letting the boundless anger surge into his heart, and letting the flower-like smile pass through his mind, turning into countless pieces of foam flying in the memory, scattered without a trace.

On that piece of green grass, the heads of the boy and the woman were close together. The background was a big blue sky, reflecting the green underground. The woman's smile was real and simple.

Situ Shangxuan's eyes suddenly turned to the dazzling photo in the email, and suddenly he felt that the boundless anger was about to be vented openly, and finally faded away quietly.

Fu Xiaonian, if you are tired of love and don't want to continue, then I will help you.

It was dark, and stars were shining brightly in the sky. Fu Xiaonian half hugged Heechul's shoulders and half leaned on him. After dinner, the two of them went to KTY and roared for an hour until their voices became hoarse.

He came out, and then Fu Xiaonian forced Heechul to drink. Heechul was concerned that she was in a bad mood, so he stayed with her. After one or two drinks, Fu Xiaonian was not clear-headed now.

Holding a beer bottle that he just bought from the supermarket in his hand, his misty eyes met Heechul's wry smile. He touched the beer bottle in his hand and said boldly: "Heechul, come on, do it, I won't come home until you get drunk tonight!"

Heechul watched her raise her head and drink the wine from the bottle, but he didn't take a sip. He was drunk, who would send her home?

"Heechul, let me tell you, Fu Xiaonian and I fell in love again, and I was abandoned again. I loved him for so long, but he still didn't like me in the end, and he still didn't like me...

"As Fu Xiaonian spoke, tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes. She was obviously confused enough and decided to forget him. Why was she still able to remember so clearly under the influence of alcohol that there was such a person like her?

The man she loved so much abandoned her?

The stars in the sky were as bright as stars above his head, like the truest dream of that year. He said that he was Situ Shangxuan and she was Fu Xiaonian. How great it would be if time could go back to that moment. If she was Fu Xiaonian

How wonderful would it be to have never known him?

But Fu Xiaonian knew that she would not be willing. She would rather she had known such a person, because there would never be another person who could take his place, and there would never be such a person who could make her love so deeply.

Pass.


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