"Is my silence valuable, or am I just a pastime for you, Miss Dong, when you are lonely, or maybe you, Dong Weizhuang, are the Holy Mother. She not only dedicates her youth and body, but also asks for help, does laundry and cooks, and is more suitable than Lin Huishu." Be my mother, you are so great Dong Weizhuang!" Shen Du's voice was cold, and his sneer was full of sarcasm, "You want to marry him Sheng Qizhou, why do you have to make excuses that Shen Du is not good enough for you? You are You're insulting me, you know?"
After a moment of silence, the other end of the phone probably said something else, but was interrupted sharply by Shen Du, "Stop deceiving me with your tears! Do you love me? You have always loved Sheng Qizhou, right? Otherwise, why didn't you put your For me for the first time?”
His deep voice trembled, almost growling: "Dong Weizhuang, as long as the man you love is me, I don't care if you are a virgin, but what about now? You said you wanted to marry him, Sheng Qizhou, you Are you cuckolding me? I don't want to keep guessing about whether you love me or whether you have never forgotten Sheng Qizhou. I'm tired of worrying about it. Let's call it a day! That's it. …”
Hearing this, Wen Wan felt so uncomfortable that she almost cried.
An arc of light slid through the darkness. Wen Wan saw the mobile phone with the screen still on being thrown to a glass wall. There was a "bang" sound and the light disappeared.
The living room fell into darkness again, and nothing could be seen except for the cigarette butts still burning between Shen Du's fingers and the moon hidden behind the dark clouds.
Wen Wan groped down the stairs, walked over and was about to turn on the light when a deep voice came from behind, "Don't turn on the light."
Hoarse and tired, completely unlike the man who just roared uncontrollably into the phone.
Wen Wan paused, took out her mobile phone to light up, walked over gently, squatted down next to Shen Du's legs, looked up at him, and asked in a low voice: "Shen Du, are you okay?"
No response was heard.
Wen Wan had no choice but to put a hand on Shen Du's knee, and raised the phone in front of him, wanting to see him, but he covered his face with his palm. Under the weak light, the corners of his tightly pursed lips showed a pale smile. Color, it took a long while before he said "hmm".
After so many years of love, it was impossible for him not to be sad when the relationship broke up, but if he didn't talk about it, it wouldn't be easy to comfort him.
She accidentally saw the ashtray on the coffee table filled with cigarette butts, and felt sore and sad.
In my impression, Shen Du doesn't smoke often.
She didn't know when Shen Du came back, or how long Shen Du had been sitting here. She just felt that Shen Du was sad, and all she could do was to stay with him quietly.
She didn't know how long it took, but her wrist tightened and one hand was held by Shen Du.
His fingers were cold, as if they had lost their normal human temperature. He trembled gently, but still held them back firmly.
She passed the warmth in her palms to him and asked in a low and gentle voice, "Didn't we agree before that you would get married when you opened a law firm? It only lasted ten days and a half, why couldn't you stick to it? Are you going to break up suddenly?"
Shen Du still didn't speak.
The phone screen went dark, and Wen Wan could not see Shen Du's expression. She felt that he was squeezing her hand so hard that it felt like he was about to crush her hand.
Wen Wan's eyelashes trembled and she took a deep breath, "Does Mother Dong want my sister-in-law to marry the second young master of the Sheng family?"
