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Chapter 87 An Alternative Way of Confession

Such decisive and direct language is really overwhelming.

Why didn't he say whether she was willing to cooperate actively or wanted to be raped?
It is clear that such straightforward language should have caused blushing and heartbeat, but Song Yan's face was very calm, with a plain and white oval face showing classic beauty, without too much expression, he said, "Can you stop making trouble?"

Now she really can't understand his heart, can't understand how much sincerity has been involved in his every word on the train, including up to now?
"This room should belong to you, I'll go and accompany Xiao Yuan." Ignoring the man's expression, Song Yan said calmly, then paced to the door, about to open it.

However, before the door was opened, a man's strong arm pressed against the door from behind her, making it impossible for her to open the door.

Behind him was his frowning voice, "Are you dissatisfied with me?"

That day, he inexplicably moved out of his new residence in Donglin without calling in advance, and then the connection disappeared for a few days, and then because of the hotel, he took the initiative to send himself to the door at night...

From her every move, what he saw was not her ardor, but her avoidance.

She wants to escape from him.

This kind of escape was even more urgent than when they first met. He wanted to know where the problem came from, and the answer could only be learned from her mouth.

"No, you're fine." Song Yan didn't turn to look at him, but she could feel a pair of dark eyes staring at the back of her head. She maintained her composure and said, "I'm not dissatisfied with you."

"I'm not dissatisfied, and you still look like I want to eat you?" His tone was all faint, "When a person is about to die, at least he is entitled to know what his crime is. If you don't know clearly, just leave behavior, how should I understand it?"

Song Yan frowned, still turned his back to him, "I'm not from the same world, so I don't need to understand."

Fu Hanshen was not very polite, and his tone was irresistible, "Turn around, look at me, and speak humanly."

"..."

Seeing her lingering, he simply leaned over her body and faced him.

Her dark eyes locked onto her fair cheeks, and those who were a head taller than her each had a kind of pressing pressure, "What do you mean people who are not from the same world? Huh?"

His tone was clearly cold and hard, but Song Yan could hear a gentleness.

She felt that she must be sick. Ever since this man from Fu Hanshen broke into her world forcefully, she seemed to be sick. She often felt the different tenderness of this man.

Moreover, she was inexplicably useful.

It is this benefit that is even more frightening.

Could it be that she just crawled out of an abyss covered in blood with great difficulty, and she is about to fall into another abyss?

Her heart, which has not fully recovered, is not yet strong enough to be tortured again and again, and she can still start again and again.

What Fu Hanshen wanted was a reason for her to leave, so she just gave him a reason.

Raising his head, Song Yan looked at him without fear, and looked straight at him with a blank expression. His eyes were full of calmness, and he asked, "Do you like me?"

Fu Hanshen, "..."

"Your behaviors always make me think that you like me a little bit." Song Yan said calmly, "But do you really like me? Or is it just a passing interest?"

"..."

"If it's the latter, please stay away from me. We orphans and widows can't afford to accompany you, and we don't want to accompany you." She spoke bluntly and decisively, looking at him quietly with her calm and deep eyes, lips The petals opened and closed slightly, "If you are only interested in women's bodies, there are many women in the world. If you want it, you may not be afraid that you won't find the one that suits you."

And she is just a broken shoe worn by others, what is there to be obsessed with?

At least she thinks that any woman who comes out now will be much better than her. Take the girl who went into the coffee shop with him that day. She is no worse than her in appearance, and her family background seems to be a few blocks away from her.

What's more, her black history is more than that...

Fu Han looked down at her coldly, and said unhurriedly, "Is it finished?"

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, but then said honestly, "Not yet."

"continue."

"..."

The way he looked at her with interest made it difficult for her to continue, and she always felt that those words were superfluous in front of him.

She stared at him for a while but couldn't say anything, Fu Hanshen raised his eyebrows comfortably, "Stop talking?"

"..."

"Then it's up to me to talk." Looking away from her, he paced back, unbuttoned his coat casually, looked down at his hands rolling up the sleeves of his shirt unhurriedly, and asked, "What do you think? The kind of person who chases a person from one city to another just because it’s new for a while?”

It seems unlikely.

"Do you think I'm blind and can't see that you are orphans and widows?"

It seems not.

"Do you think that if you are interested in a woman's body, I will be bored and have nothing to do because I am interested, and I will deliberately chase you from one city to another?"

It seems to make sense.

"You have already said that I want to look for it, not because I can't find the one that suits me." Slanting eyes, he looked at her sideways, "Since I can find the one that suits me, why am I here now? Why? Will be in the same room with you?"

Song Yan pursed his lips, "If you ask yourself about this kind of thing, I don't understand either."

Fu Hanshen let out a cold snort from his throat, and his tone became a little colder, but her black eyes were full of impoliteness, "If you pretend to be stupid, I won't despise you."

"..."

His cheeks were slightly hot, Song Yan lowered his head slightly in embarrassment, suddenly he didn't dare to look at him, and he didn't know where to put his hands, he became a little flustered.

Is he confessing?

Will it be too different?
"Come here." He hooked his fingers at her, although his expression was always indifferent, but his eyes were kinder, at least it didn't make people feel cold.

Song Yan pursed his lips, and suddenly felt that it was wrong for him to leave, and it was wrong to pass by if he was really obedient.

Fu Hanshen has always been a straightforward man, seeing her footsteps fixed in place as if taking root, he simply closed his eyes, walked over a few steps, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Song Yan knew what he wanted to do, and his refusal mentality was obviously not as strong as before, but when he pressed her on the bed and kissed her, and his big palms moved around her body, she was still not fascinated I couldn't tell the difference until the reality, so I reached out and pushed his chest, "Don't."

Fu Han paused for a deep kiss on her lips, then slowly moved away, his eyes darkened, his tone low and slightly charming and sexy, "Why?"

Song Yan frowned and said, "It's not convenient for me now."

"Period?" His eyes showed displeasure.

"No." She was a little embarrassed to say, and frowned, "It's just not convenient."

Hearing what she said, Fu Hanshen felt even more unhappy. It wasn't her period, it was...

"Still thinking about other men?" His tone was filled with gloom for an instant, a very unpleasant gloom, deep and dangerous, and even the look in his eyes implied a warning.

This is a common problem of every man. When anyone is doing something with a woman, she still has other men in her heart, and he will not be happy.

Whether it was a self-esteem issue or a possessive one, the fact that she was pretending to be another man pissed him off from the bottom of his heart.

Song Yan sensed his unhappiness and knew that he must have thought she was still thinking about Tang Munian, after all they were husband and wife.

But that was just the former couple, and they have divorced.

She is not a person who fantasizes. Although she may not be able to get out of that unhappy marriage so quickly, she probably won't be able to get rid of it in this life. There is a man named Tang Munian who caused trouble in her heart, but for After the divorce, she will no longer have any naive thoughts about a man who is already in the past tense.

She can see what reality is.

Under his threatening eyes, Song Yan was silent for a long time, but still said truthfully, "It has nothing to do with others."

"That's because of the guilt." Fu Hanshen's tone was firm, and then he glanced at her coolly, reached out and pinched her jaw and shook it, "I feel guilt now, why didn't I not before?"

It's really hard for Song Yan to explain it, and she can't explain it. Although she did feel guilty, some things have passed. It is a fact that she divorced Tang Munian. A little bit of guilt will not make her hypocritical. Always reject his invitations.

After all, she has never had a relationship, and she is considered a single woman now, so it is only natural for normal men and women to do things.

What's more, what he said was clear enough, and after all considerations, she didn't seem to have much reason to refuse.

If she could refuse well, she wouldn't be here now.

This kind of tangled and messy state of mind, she didn't quite know what to do, it was the most perfect solution, so she had no choice but to take one step, one step.

Maybe he would really get tired of it before she could move her heart?
She didn't speak again, and looked at him with pursed lips. Fu Han was too lazy to linger with her any longer, and lowered his head to kiss her again. With his lips and teeth intertwined, he unbuttoned her pants with his fingers...

Song Yan wanted to refuse, but felt that it might be too contrived to refuse all the time, so he tried hard to relax himself and slow down his tense nerves.

This feeling of having an affair is really... It makes people feel very complicated.

Fu Hanshen didn't rush for success, and after he had done enough foreplay, he felt that she seemed to have some reactions, and then he slowly sank down...

"Hey...it hurts."

Just at the beginning, a tearing pain swept through her nerve cells. Immediately, bursts of cold sweat oozed from her forehead. She wanted to grit her teeth to hold back, but the words couldn't help but spill out of her throat.

Her subconscious tense appearance finally made Fu Hanshen feel that something was wrong. Although a woman's painful appearance could please a man's superior psychology on the bed, he could see that something was really wrong with her now.

Suddenly recalling the crazy night before, when he realized something, he frowned, stepped back, and opened her legs, "Let me see."

"Don't." Song Yan hurriedly stretched out his hand to block him, put his legs together, and grabbed him in a hurry, "Don't look."

"Let go."

Fu Hanshen was unhappy again, his tone was low and deep, and deep dissatisfaction oozes from his heart.

Seeing Song Yan shaking his head and looking at him sincerely and shyly, Fu Hanshen didn't bother to pay attention, and didn't allow her to continue to refuse, so he forcefully opened her legs...

Then, I saw him staring at her with a dark face, "Why didn't you say it before?"

"I can't open my mouth." Song Yan lowered his head, too embarrassed to look at him, his fair cheeks were flushed with layers of blush.

Because he was too rough last night, how could she say that she was a little hurt?

Sometimes, she is quite thin-skinned.

Staring at her bewildered and embarrassed appearance, Fu Hanshen let out a cold snort from his throat, his face was foul-smelling, and his eyes were dark and dark, but he didn't continue, but got off the bed, tidied his clothes, and walked around Go to the door and open the door.

Just as he was about to go out, he paused again, then turned his head to look at her on the bed, and said two words in a low voice on his lips, "It's so stupid."

"..."

He spoke loudly, without further explanation, he walked out with a slender and haughty figure, and closed the door by the way.

Song Yan pursed his lips in annoyance, it really wasn't a good feeling to be called stupid by someone.

If she had known earlier, she should have put up a straight face and refused from the very beginning, at least she wouldn't be as embarrassed as she is now, and she would feel guilty even seeing him.

Fu Hanshen walked out of the hotel with strides, and there was a pharmacy just opposite the hotel. He didn't even hesitate, and walked over quickly...

When he came back and appeared in the room, he had an extra ointment in his hand.

When Song Yan saw it, he didn't know whether to say he was moved or complicated. In short, it was not a good feeling, so he hurried over to take the ointment in his hand, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Fu Hanshen didn't refuse her, and asked him to help her. Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with their relationship, this woman sometimes couldn't let her go, so she let her go.

Maybe, he can't push her too fast, because if he pushes too fast, it will be easier for people to slip away. He understands what she is concerned about. Because of this, he has to show more patience than he imagined to deal with this situation. To mother and son.

There was also a moment when he felt that he was a madman, that he would unknowingly become fascinated by a married woman with another man and child.

However, this feeling of madness does not seem to be bad.

Perhaps it should be more said that it made him, a person who has no shirk in his heart, have a different feeling, as if the mother and son had lived in his world a long time ago...

"Knock knock."

The door behind him was suddenly knocked from the outside. Fu Hanshen turned around and saw Song Xiaoyuan who was rubbing his eyes in a dazed state and asked vaguely, "Where is Song Dayan? I want to pee."

"..."

**
The night was getting darker, and at some point in the sky, there was a drizzle of rain.

Tang Munian was sitting in the car. The car was parked on the side of the dark road without lights. He didn't even turn on the lights. He hid himself in the darkness. He didn't know whether it was because he couldn't get out or because he didn't want to come out right now. depend on such darkness.

The mood is like the sky covered with mist and raining continuously, which makes people feel dull, hazy, and gloomy.

He placed a nearly burnt cigarette butt between his fingers by the window. After the cigarette was lit, he only took a puff and then didn't move again.

He didn't know whether it was because the weather infected his emotions, or because the city was suddenly so lonely that it made people feel crazy. He couldn't help but recall the day when she blocked his car with her body, and she slapped the window hard with both hands. door, she stared at him with scarlet eyes, and she asked him over and over again, "Why?"

Why……

This sentence suddenly seemed like a curse, lingering in his mind for a long time, lingering, lingering, as if it was a spell she cast on him.

Then again in the apartment, after signing the divorce agreement, she asked, "Can we go back to the past without her?"

Putting one hand on his forehead, the darkness well hid his lonely expression at this time, but the corners of his mouth could not control a slight mocking arc.

If possible, he would also like to ask, with a child in the middle and another man, can they go back to the past?
It is clearly impossible...

He has thought about this kind of problem more than once, but the result of the fact is that it will never be possible...

In this life, there will never be that...

However, it is clear that he is the one who made the final decision, why does he feel lonely now?

There seems to be a large hole missing in the chest, and nothing can fill it...

He couldn't tell how long he had been in the car. At this moment, the mobile phone in the storage compartment rang suddenly, and the light that suddenly turned on was slightly dazzling, which made him squint his lonely eyes.

He took the phone with a name that was not unfamiliar, but he didn't answer it immediately, but waited until the phone was about to hang up before he slid to answer it.

The tone was a little tired, "What's the matter?"

On the other end was Liu Qingqing's voice, "Where are you now?"

"Dining with a client outside." He casually made up such a reason, paused, and then asked, "What can I do for you?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Liu Qingqing complained coquettishly and dissatisfied, "What's the matter with you today? I haven't received a single phone call or text message, so I thought you went somewhere. You haven't been seen all day. , only answering my call now."

"I'm busy, so it's inconvenient to pick up." Tang Munian lowered his eyes, and continued, "I'm also very busy today, so I didn't make time."

Liu Qingqing became even more unhappy, "I don't have time to just send a text message or make a phone call? Could it be that I'm with some woman I don't know?"

"No." He denied it lightly, and then said, "The client went to the bathroom just now, and now he is back, and I will find you when I have time, first."

Without waiting for Liu Qingqing on the other end to answer, he hung up the phone first, threw the phone back into the storage compartment, and leaned his back against his back, looking sideways at the dark sky outside the window, his expression unclear. what emotion.

Soon, she lowered her gaze, pursed her lips lightly, started the car, and left...

(End of this chapter)