There Are Always Lovers Killing Each Other For Me

When Qi Shenghan called Dai Shuyan, Tang Wenheng went out to deal with a murder case. Xiao Liu was with him, and only Yao Yao and him were in the office.

Seeing the call prompt, he subconsciously avoided Yaoyao and went out to answer the call.

The other party asked, "What are you doing to call me back?"

He replied: "There is something you need to check with you."

"What's the matter? You finally decided to divorce your wife?"

He avoided this question and didn't answer directly, saying only: "When are you free, we meet."

"See you, I'm free at any time."

He was silent for a moment, "Okay, the cafe on Biyun Road, I will arrive in half an hour."

"Okay, see you all."

"……see you later."

Dai Shuyan went back, facing his dark eyes. He started to pack things as usual, and said, "There is something wrong. I will go out and call me if someone finds."

Yao Yao: "Are there any new cases?"

"..." he answered, "yes."

Yao Yao stopped talking.

Dai Shuyan opened the door and was about to leave. He assured him and said: "Be honest, don't run around, don't see strangers, Ma Fei hasn't caught it yet, remember?"

After she nodded, she closed the door and left.

Yao Yao was lying on the window, watching his car leave, secretly thinking about where he was going to hide.

Since that day he suddenly asked if she had lived near Bihu, he became more and more strange.

What secret did he conceal?

Do you want to check it out?

Do you still need to ask?The answer is of course yes!

Standing at the door of the coffee shop, Yaoyao once again rejoiced that he didn't lose.

He even handed her such a great opportunity.

In the quiet and elegant sound of music, her husband was sitting with a young and beautiful woman, their hands clasped tightly, their eyes entangled, I am among you, and I am among you.

Yao Yao slowly withdrew, walked back in disappointment, got off, and stood blankly at the crossroads.

Tang Wenheng drove back and saw her wandering in the traffic like a wandering soul, scaring him to stop his heart.

The green light was on, and Yao Yao just stepped back, and was pulled back vigorously. A car drove past her clothes and brought a gust of wind.

"You want to die!" To her blank eyes, Tang Wenheng was more angry, scolding her with her teeth, "Will you look at the road?"

Yao Yao looked at the green light in other directions.

She looked down and apologized dumbly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Tang Wenheng was so angry that his forehead jumped with blue muscles, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her into the car.

There was Xiao Liu in the car. He held his breath and drove the car into the underground parking lot, letting Xiao Liu take the documents first.

He was so angry that his heart hurt, and now he was afraid that the car would not drive fast enough, what if it was faster?What if Ma Fei drove?

As soon as he thought of this situation, the hair on his back stood up.

He endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, just wanted to teach her a lesson, let her have a long memory, and when she looked back, she saw a big wet area on the knee of her pants.

The water droplets were still falling, hitting the wet cloth.

She lowered her head, her black eyelashes were wet, and tears fell from them one by one.

He was stunned. He hadn't seen her cry before.

"You... what's wrong with you?" he asked carefully.

She didn't answer, just shook her head.

Tang Wenheng was a little flustered. He had no experience of coaxing girls, let alone crying into such girls.

She did not want to speak, he didn't even know where to start.

"Let's go back to the law firm first, shall we?"

"No, I don't want to go back." She refused.

He frowned and took out his mobile phone, "I'll call A Yan!"

"Don't!" She rushed over and snatched his cell phone and said aloud, "Don't call him."

Her eyes were red and desperate, and she clutched his phone tightly.

Tang Wenheng didn't understand anything, it must be because of A Yan, A Yan made her sad, and even... about to despair.

"Ayan..." he asked dryly, "What did you do?"

Yao Yao held her phone and did not speak in tears.

Unable to contain his anger, he grabbed his cell phone and said sharply: "Let me ask him what he did good!"

During the competition, when he saw that the mobile phone was about to be taken by him, he was anxious and bit him into the hand.

"His--" He took a breath and stopped.

It doesn't hurt much in my hands, it hurts my heart.

Yao Yao opened his mouth and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm too anxious..."

Seeing that he had blood on his hands, guilt and grievances, his tears fell more urgently.

He looked at her with a mute voice: "It's okay."

No longer grabbing the phone, he sat straight and looked straight ahead.

After a while, Yaoyao gently pulled his sleeve and handed the phone over, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't grab your phone, but I still ask you not to call him."

Tang Wenheng glanced at her, she stopped crying,

Reaching over and taking it, he said indifferently: "No need to apologize, this is your business, my... an outsider, not qualified to manage."

"No!"

He looked back in surprise.

She emphasized again, "Not an outsider."

Tang Wenheng is silent, not an outsider, but not an insider, but it is also worth being happy.

"I want to drink, can you take me there?"

With tears in her eyes, she looked at his eyes with longing, making people unable to refuse.

He brought her to the bar, even if reason told him that he should not bring her over.

She followed him to learn to drink, to smoke, to use the wine glasses he used, to smoke the cigarettes he had smoked.

The choked cough, and the tears coughed out, not willing to give up.

Tang Wenheng hugged her without stopping.

A cigarette burned between the lips of the two, and tobacco and alcohol were entangled together.

She coughed all the time, and started crying when she coughed and cried in his arms.

When she cried enough, she drank. Alcohol overwhelmed her reason. She stopped crying and smiled like a ghost.

A little bastard who did not have long eyes came up to tease her and was resolved by him three or two times. She did not know how to be afraid.

She took a glass of whiskey, took a big gulp, and walked staggered in front of him, standing on tiptoe to his lips.

He froze, opened his mouth subconsciously, and the hot wine poured into the mouth with the liquid in her mouth, down the throat, and burned all the way to his heart.

She kissed him jerkily and murmured vaguely: "He went to Qi Shenghan, and I don't want him anymore. I want you... OK?"

He couldn't help it anymore, hugged her tightly and gasped and asked, "Don't you want him?"

"Don't want him."

"Want me?"

"want you."

In the noisy music of the bar, her vague answer was very clear. Even though she knew that what she said was probably drunk, he couldn't help it.

When there was no hope, he could endure not letting her know, now hope is in front of himself, how could he continue to endure.

He told himself that Ayan did not like Yaoyao, and that Yanyan was going to divorce Yaoyao, Qi Shenghan returned, and Ayan still loved Qi Shenghan, and he was not sorry for his friends.

He tried to persuade himself, forcing himself to ignore the obvious change in Ayan's attitude towards her during this time.

The self-deceived betrayed friends for the sake of women.

She was in her arms, staring at him in confusion, and the heat she exhaled fell on him, saying something like that.

Tang Wenheng hugged her tightly and couldn't bear it anymore and kissed her lips.

The scenes that I dreamed about countless times in my dream finally came true.

He hugged her, pressed her to the soft sofa of the bar, and kissed her affectionately.

Fortunately, he still had a last sense of reason, and did not want her in such a place.

He hugged her and walked quickly back into the car, pressed her into the back seat and continued to kiss.

Yao Yao was breathlessly kissed by him, unable to resist and began to push him weakly.

Both calves also struggled, kicking the strong muscles in his legs.

Tang Wenheng took a deep breath and exhausted the last trace of self-control, forcing herself to leave her lips and holding her to the co-pilot, mutely said: "Go home first, then go home and do it."

I don't know if I'm telling Yaoyao or warning myself.

Galloping all the way, he carried her into the house, drunkenly, leaned softly on him, and smiled at him.

When I opened the door, my hands were shaking. I tried several times and couldn't even insert the key.

Finally, the door was opened and the key fell to the ground. He immediately pressed her against the door panel and kissed her heavily.

He took her to bed, and at the last minute, asked her: "Yao Yao, will you regret it?"

The woman's eyes were blurred, her arms were softly hooked to his neck, and there was no answer.

He closed his eyes, lifted her one foot, kissed it softly, and said dumbly, "Don't regret it."

I can't remember how many times she was asked, only the last time, she couldn't bear to pass out when he ended.

The body is still eager, but he can't bear to continue, just holding her and caressing every inch of her body like caressing the treasure.

When he took her to take a shower, he found a trace of blood on the sheets. He thought he had accidentally injured her, and he found it after the shower, not really.

I can't believe it. Yao Yao and A Yan have been married for three years, but they have never been in bed together.

His lips pressed tightly, and he didn't know whether he should be happy or angry.

No wonder seeing A Yan and Qi Shenghan holding hands is so sad, because he never gave her a sense of security.

He sat on the bedside, lit a cigarette, and gently stroked her bare shoulders.

He waited quietly, waiting for Yaoyao to wake up and announce his final verdict.

Even if he knew that no matter what the final result was, it would be tortured to him silently.