40 Confession is not like a confession, and harsh words are not like harsh words Chen

Hean lowered his eyes and looked at the girl who was sitting on the sofa with a dazed look. There was a hidden and suppressed lust in his eyes.

The next second, he saw the girl pursed her lips, as if she had suffered a great injustice and filled with tears. Her voice was broken and pitiful, which broke his heart: "What husband? You can't possibly marry me, right? Why do you treat me like this..." Chen

Hean was nailed to the spot by her condemning eyes. His emotions and reason fought for a moment. His emotions made him subconsciously want to raise his hand to hug the poor crying girl in his arms, but his reason told him that he must find out what Jiang Lai meant by her words and seize the opportunity to ask clearly.

But before he could come to his senses, a hand had already grabbed the hem of his clothes. Chen Hean looked over and saw that the originally white hand looked even paler because of excessive force, and the pink fingertips became transparent, so strong, and so fragile.

Chen Hean couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand seeing Jiang Lai feel wronged, even pretending to feel wronged, let alone really feeling wronged?

So he raised his hand to hold Jiang Lai's hand, and put the slightly cool little hand into his warm palm. He suddenly found that the hand in his palm was shaking slightly.

"Dear..."

"Chen Hean."

They both spoke almost at the same time, and were silent at the same time. Chen Hean gently touched the back of her hand with his fingertips, trying to save the bad atmosphere. He looked at Jiang Lai with gentle eyes and said, "You say, baby, I'm listening."

Every time Jiang Lai was stimulated and determined to say something, this impulse would always be dispersed by Chen Hean's gentleness.

Jiang Lai's eyes were red, and she was holding back her anger, which made her already uncomfortable body tremble slightly. A big hand gently embraced her in his arms, and there was a familiar, gentle touch on her back: "Breathe...baby, breathe, don't hold your breath, take a deep breath baby..."

Jiang Lai's hand climbed up his back without knowing when, wrinkled his shirt, and soaked his shoulders.

Don't be so useless. Jiang Lai warned herself in her heart, just say it, it's over, is she going to suppress her emotions and grievances, and keep shrinking like this?

"Chen He'an..." Jiang Lai called his name again, choking at the end of the words, and the ending tone was trembling, which made Shen He'an's heart break.

He rubbed Jiang Lai deeper into his arms and whispered "Yeah" in her ear. He wanted to tell his baby what you want, and said that no matter what you want, I will give it to you; but after restraining himself, he just asked gently: "What do you want to say, dear? I'm listening."

"It's over." Shen Hean suddenly heard Jiang Lai say this, and his heart was instantly grasped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much that he almost couldn't breathe.

His brain seemed to stop working, but he was trying to pull his reason back, so that he must say something, and must not hear the word "end" from Jiang Lai.

Why should it end? Did she really feel annoyed and really didn't want to be with him? But they were obviously very good. Or did someone outside seduce his dear and let her mind run outside?

Shen Hean would not admit it. In an instant, he had the idea of ​​locking the person up. Fortunately, Jiang Lai paused for only a second before adjusting his mood and continuing:

"I like you, you know? You know, but our relationship shouldn't involve talking about feelings, so you've never said it, right? Yes, you're so smart."

The last sentence was obviously ironic and condemning. Jiang Lai wanted to look tough and straightforward, but in the end, he spoke sourly and awkwardly. His confession didn't sound like a farewell, and his harsh words didn't sound like harsh words.

Jiang Lai felt that her head was in a mess. She took a deep breath and simply said it all in one go: "Whatever, I'm saying this anyway. I don't want to play the game of sponsor and lover with you anymore. Let's end it, whatever."

When Jiang Lai spoke, her face was completely buried in Shen He'an's arms. She said words that sounded like determination, but her posture was completely dependent. It was as if she pretended to be free and easy and said "whatever", but couldn't help but emphasize it twice, with many loopholes and her attempt to cover up made it more obvious.

Shen He'an didn't react immediately. Tears finally burst out uncontrollably. Jiang Lai pulled out of Shen He'an's arms and pushed his arms frantically, trying to restrain her. Her voice became hoarse: "Let me go! I've said it's over. Don't hug me. Why are you hugging me--"

"Good boy, good boy, listen to me." Shen He'an's palm stroked her back, trying to calm her excessive emotions, but it was just a drop in the bucket. Jiang Lai's emotions had obviously collapsed.

"Good boy, good baby, listen to me, there is no sponsor or lover..." Shen He'an leaned over to kiss Jiang Lai's ear, trying to comfort her, but Jiang Lai, who could no longer hear other sounds, raised his hand and slapped him in excitement.

"Pah!" The sound was extremely crisp, breaking the tense atmosphere and causing Jiang Lai's blood to stagnate slightly. Jiang Lai looked at the handsome face in front of him, with a faint red mark on his cheek, and was slightly stunned.

The hand that had slapped Shen He'an was wrapped in his palm. Jiang Lai looked at Shen He'an. There was no anger in his eyes. Instead, it was calm, or tolerant and indulgent...

He sighed softly and asked her in a low voice if her hand hurt.

Jiang Lai's fingers curled up in his palm. When her fingertips touched the warmth, she shivered and tears fell before she could say anything.

Shen He'an raised his hand again and hugged her in his arms. Perhaps because he had not yet recovered from his shock, Jiang Lai did not struggle violently this time. Instead, he formed a layer of barrier and turned himself into a mute person, not saying a word.

Shen He'an sighed softly in her ear again, gentle and indulgent, and his breath was so light that her ears were itchy. Jiang Lai's eyes were red again. Before she struggled, she heard Shen He'an whisper: "Dear, there are some misunderstandings between us."

Jiang Lai put her hand on Shen He'an's chest.

"There has never been any sponsor or lover." Shen Hean shook his head gently, thinking how could it be so absurd, and blaming himself for not noticing Jiang Lai's thoughts earlier: "Before we... had a relationship, I treated you as a sponsor, but it's hard for me to have such pure thoughts about you, dear."

Shen Hean was very frank, but he also spoke very slowly. He was not used to analyzing his emotions in this way, but if the object was Jiang Lai, he felt it was okay. Since he had done something wrong, he should work hard to make up for it.

Chen Hean was worried about any more misunderstandings, so he tried to make every sentence more certain and detailed: "You are so sunny, so bold, and so... colorful."

At this point, he chuckled softly: "It sounds a bit strange to say colorful, but it is true. You are just like... your WeChat avatar, the puppy wearing yellow rain boots on a rainy day, cute and playful, just like that, you broke into my life that doesn't have much color. You would call me Brother Hean in such a naughty tone, and smile at me playfully, I can't help but be moved, dear."

The hand against his chest clenched into a fist, and Chen Hean wrapped her fist, using the warmth of her palm to warm her body temperature:

"After we had sex, I knew your feelings, and I thought you knew mine too... so I didn't say much, and it was really hard to say. I'm 30 years old... I feel a little ashamed to say some sweet words to coax a young girl who I had sex with." Chen Hean paused for a second, then frowned slightly: "Didn't you receive the flowers I sent the next day?"

Jiang Lai remembered that after that night, she saw a large bouquet of pink flowers at the head of the bed when she woke up the next day. Jiang Lai really didn't regard flowers as a token of a confirmed relationship. She thought roses were just a standard gift for sponsors to coax lovers.

Later, when the aunt was cleaning, she asked her if she wanted to take out the flowers and put them in the vase. Jiang Lai answered casually and put the flowers in the vase.

Jiang Lai slowly calmed down in Shen He'an's low voice, knowing that she must have misunderstood something. Maybe she had a preconceived idea, because it was a sponsorship relationship at the beginning, so she thought their relationship must be unequal.

She scratched Shen He'an's palm and raised her voice in a bluffing manner: "But you never said it! How can I know if you don't say it..."

A hand gently stroked her shoulder, and she heard Shen He'an apologize to her sincerely: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, dear. I thought you knew... I didn't say it."

Shen He'an sometimes felt guilty. Jiang Lai was in the prime of her youth, and she was kidnapped by him, a boring and old man, and he even had impure intentions from the beginning.

In this case, if he frequently said love and sweet words, he would feel like he was coaxing a little girl, which was really hard to say. Of course, another reason is that he has never said the word "like", he is not used to saying it, and he doesn't know how to say it.

"I was wrong, baby." Shen Hean lowered his head and rubbed Jiang Lai's forehead with his head, and his posture was very humble: "It's my fault that I didn't do it well and made you uncomfortable for so long... Good baby, can you give me another chance?"

In this situation, even if Shen Hean was apologizing, Jiang Lai did not feel the slightest discomfort from him. The superior is probably like this, no matter what he does, he can always remain calm and composed, able to digest all emotions and control the situation.

"I don't want to forgive you." So Jiang Lai said this.