Even if she Wen Tian liked Pei Shaomu, she would never be a mistress or ruin other people's relationships.
Wen Tian turned around and left.
Pei Shaomu followed up: "Wen Tian."
Wen Tian's reaction was huge. Her red eyes stared at Pei Shaomu: "Leave me alone for a while, and don't follow me."
"Okay, calm down." Pei Shaomu said hoarsely.
He did not walk side by side with Wen Tian. Wen Tian walked forward and he followed behind.
Wen Tian didn't know where she was going.
At this moment, she was like a mechanical doll, without soul or thoughts, just walking numbly.
Until a car almost hit her while crossing the road.
At this frightening moment, a pair of long arms from behind grabbed Wen Tian.
Wen Tian fell into a hot embrace.
The familiar scent of a man.
But Wen Tian didn't feel the slightest warmth. She only felt disgust, deep disgust.
Because this is the embrace of a married man.
He clearly has a wife, but he still pretends to be single to pursue himself. He also pretends to be affectionate and fills his room with her portraits. He also says that he fell in love with her many years ago.
Now it seems that everything has been arranged long ago.
How deep is this man's scheming mind?
Wen Tian suddenly pushed Pei Shaomu away.
Her tone was full of hatred: "Didn't I tell you not to follow me?"
"Wen Tian, I'm afraid something will happen to you."
How could he not follow Wen Tian in that state? How dare he not follow.
The disgust between Wen Tian's brows became even stronger: "I would rather be hit by a car than see you, Pei Shaomu, I feel sick when I see you!"
The last words were like a sharp sword thrust into Pei Shaomu's chest.
Pei Shaomu's face turned pale.
"If you follow me again, I will directly find a car and hit you to death, because I would rather die than be followed by you." Wen Tian's tone was decisive.
Pei Shaomu's steps seemed to be stuck with glue and he couldn't take a step at all.
Seeing Wen Tian's figure disappearing further and further away, he called his assistant. His tone was tired and hoarse: "Send a bodyguard to follow Wen Tian secretly. Don't let Wen Tian find out."
Wen Tian wanders on the road like a ghost.
She was sure, 100% sure, that this was the most painful moment in her life.
And she felt that her outlook on life and values had been subverted.
Pei Shaomu is married, he is actually married!
What a ridiculous thing!
It turns out that the man who was so affectionate towards her was such a terrible and scheming man. Even Wen Tingyu, who was close to him, didn't know that he was married!
If the Wen family knew now that Pei Shaomu had been married many years ago, they would probably be as shocked as she was!
Wen Tian's fingertips couldn't help but tremble.
At this time, she had no idea what to do.
At this moment, the phone suddenly rang.
Numbly, she took out her phone and pressed the button.
Qin Lang's voice came: "Wen Tian, my sister was very happy to hear that you came to see her last night. She made a flower and said she wanted to give it to you. How about I give it to you?"
Wen Tian's eyes flashed with confusion.
After a moment she spoke: "I will do it myself."
Twenty minutes later, Wen Tian appeared at the hospital.
Qin Lang was stunned when he saw Wen Tian.
He has seen Wen Tian sad many times. Wen Tian almost comes to him every time when she is unhappy, and he has become accustomed to it.
But this time is different!
Wen Tian looked as if she had just been fished out after falling into the water. Her whole body was trembling, especially because her face had no color at all!
Qin Lang was a little panicked.
"I'll take you to eat. We'll eat whatever you want. I'm going to bring you more than ten bottles of milk tea right now!"
He thought that every time Wen Tian was full, he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
However, Wen Tian refused.
She shook her head weakly: "Forget it, I won't eat it."
Only now did she realize that Qin Lang's method was of no use at all when he was really sad.
Because at that time, you have lost all your strength, and you don’t even have the strength to eat, let alone eat to fullness.
"Wen Tian, what's wrong with you?" Qin Lang breathed rapidly.
Wen Tian's nose felt sour.
"Qin Lang, can you put your shoulder on my shoulder?"
Qin Lang was stunned for a moment.
Before he could answer, Wen Tian's head had already leaned over.
A woman's unique body fragrance penetrated into Qin Lang's nasal cavity, and Qin Lang suddenly felt lost.
This was the first time he had such close contact with Wen Tian, and he was completely dumbfounded.
Until Wen Tian's extremely sad cry woke him up.
Qin Lang didn't dare to move at all and could only speak with his mouth: "Wen Tian, what's wrong with you? You talk, you will make me very worried."
It turns out that when Wen Tian was sad, he could still joke with Wen Tian, but this time he didn't dare.
Wen Tian said nothing and continued to cry.
Qin Lang's tone became more urgent: "Wen Tian, tell me what happened."
Wen Tian choked even more: "Don't talk, just let me cry."
Qin Lang suppressed the worries in his heart and did not dare to say anything.
Wen Tian leaned on his shoulder and listened to Wen Tian cry uncontrollably.
The sound of crying made Qin Lang indescribably uncomfortable, as if his whole body was being cooked on hot oil. Wen Tian cried for a full hour before she stopped.