His One Love

Mr. Shen choked in his throat, and he didn't expect that Lu Wanwan would promise to be so refreshed, and he thought he would be entangled.

He felt complicated. On the one hand, he felt that Lu Wanwan was too easy to pass on, and on the other hand, he felt that it was not worth it for his grandson.

Mr. Shen hummed coldly, and he turned his head and left without wanting to look at it.

In the back seat of the black car, a man in a black shirt was sitting impressively, his tie was torn off by his hand, and two or three buttons on the top were unbuttoned.

The skin is white, the pupils are dark, and the mood is cold.

Old man Shen opened the car door and sighed heavily. His anger disappeared the moment he saw his grandson. Instead, he looked at him with pity and said, "You should have heard it too. As soon as the woman heard that she had money, she I didn't even hesitate. I will leave you after taking the money. How can such a person be worthy of you?"

Shen Yi's expression was faint, "I'm going back."

The old man Shen was angry and sighed: "You go home for a meal in two days. After all, the Shen family are all your relatives."

Shen Yi didn't answer, and got out of the car without saying a word.

The man also carried a plastic bag with the ingredients he had just bought from the supermarket, two bags of small glutinous rice balls, a box of small fermented rice, and the rest were Lu Wanwan's favorite dishes.

The bag in the man's hand seemed incompatible with his temperament. He did not go upstairs immediately, but stood at the entrance of the corridor for a long time.

The cool moonlight reflected on his delicate jade-white face, and the man lowered his eyes, his eyes darkened, his fingers slightly bent.

The oncoming wind was whizzing, but he didn't feel the cold, his lips bend a little bit, and his knuckles were stifled by the plastic bag without noticing it.

Shen Yi narrowed his eyes and walked slowly upstairs.

Lu Wanwan was still very happy for the visit of Mr. Shen, as if the progress of the plot was still going on smoothly.

When she got home, the hot and sour rice noodles she bought were already cold.

Lu Wanwan didn't dislike it either, eating cleanly, the hour hand on the wall was already pointing to eight o'clock, and Shen Yi hadn't returned yet, and he didn't even have a phone call.

She was a little strange, and she was still a little uneasy in her heart.

If Shen Yiping had to work overtime, he would always send text messages or call her in advance, and he would go home on time every day.

After another half an hour, there was finally a few noises from the door.

The doorknob was unscrewed from the outside. In the deep winter, the man was only wearing a thin shirt, his eyebrows drooping, and his face pale.

Shen Yi put on slippers, walked straight to the kitchen with a plastic bag, and said dullly, "I'll make you a bowl of small dumplings."

Lu Wanwan looked at him from behind, and couldn't tell what was wrong. He only felt that the glance he had just shot at her was slightly cold.

Before long, Shen Yi cooked the small dumplings and brought them to the table.

Lu Wanwan sat opposite him and couldn't help asking, "Have you had dinner?"

Shen Yi was taken aback, then nodded: "I have eaten it."

Lu Wanwan suddenly realized, "No wonder I came back so late today."

The moment Lu Wanwan took the tableware and chopsticks, Lu Wanwan accidentally touched Shen Yi's finger, and it was cold, as if he had just taken it out of the freezer.

Looking at the black shirt on the man, the corners of her mouth moved. She said, "You still wear a few more clothes. It's cold."

This is not the first time Lu Wanwan saw Shen Yi wearing black clothes. In those years when she was forced to stay in this apartment after she wore books for the first time, this man most often wore black and white clothes.

Black and white tones, two extremes, but they look particularly good on him.

Shen Yi's voice seemed to come from the depths of his throat, deep and hoarse: "Yeah. Good."

He then went into the bedroom and changed into a black sweater, which made him look white and snowy.

That night, Shen Yi didn't say much, and after washing the dishes, he returned to the room to rest.

He seemed to be sulking and in a bad mood.

But Lu Wan couldn't think of why Shen Yi was angry at one and a half in the evening?

Shen Yi just didn't seem to care about anything, his temper was really not good, his eyes were jealous, and when he was angry, he still had a slight smile on his face.

Lu Wanwan turned off the TV and entered the bedroom with a sense of anxiety. The lamp was not turned off, and the dim light was shining on the man's face.

Shen Yi seemed to have fallen asleep, with an unusual red on his face. Lu Wanwan reached out and probed his forehead. Fortunately, it was not very hot, and he should not have a fever.

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils staring at her tightly.

Lu Wanwan was stunned for two seconds. Suddenly, she was dragged onto the bed by Shen Yi.

The man's eyes were red, and his pupils stared at her fixedly.

This familiar look made Lu Wanwan a little scared.

The first time she wore a book, when she was still very naive, she tried her best to act as silly Baitian, trying her best to please him every day.

At that time, she and Shen Yi had been together for a long time. From the first year to the third year of high school, almost everyone in the school knew their relationship.

At that time, many people saw them as if they were watching a joke.

"Lu Wanwan, don't break up with Shen Yi. Nouveau riche and poor ghost are a perfect match."

Lu Wanwan originally thought that the cold male protagonist didn't care about these things.

She was impatient with those people's rumors, and in a rage, she blurted out: "Then I will break up with him and make you angry."

This sentence happened to be heard by Shen Yi.

Before that, Lu Wanwan had always thought that Shen Yi was a young man who showed mediocre behavior in everything and was not interested in anything.

The boy in school uniform had a cold face, grabbed her wrist fiercely, and pressed her against the wall at the corner of the teaching building. His eyes were red and his face was pale. He tried so hard that he could hear the sound of dislocation of joints.

The young man lowered his head and bit a small small hole in her lips, with a hoarse voice, biting her earlobe, and whispering like a little demon, "You can't leave me."

At this moment, Lu Wanwan felt that Shen Yi's eyes were no different from that at that time, and the stubbornness was just as frightening.

She backed away without a trace, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling sick?"

Shen Yi didn't seem to hear her. He raised his finger, passed her facial features, and slowly slid it onto her white and delicate collarbone.

The twisted light in the man's eyes flashed by, he lifted his lips, smiled at her, his expression softened suddenly, and the coldness that naturally emanated from his body was also swept away.

The expression on his face was gentle, soft and kind. The man licked his lips and teeth and curled his eyes with a smile. He asked in a questioning tone: "Shall we get a tattoo here?"

Tattoo his name, his last name.

He belongs to him alone, and will never leave.

Shen Yi's fingertips still stayed on her collarbone, the blood on Lu Wanwan's face suddenly faded, her back tightened, her face turned white, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

In fact, Shen Yi did this to her more than once.

Lu Wanwan was more afraid of tattoos than disgusted, and his name on the collarbone reminded her all the time that he could not escape.

She swallowed, and said shiveringly, "I, I, I don't like it very much."

Only Shen Yi is interested in leaving a mark on her body.

Shen Yi blinked, smiling purely, "I'm just joking with you."

Lu Wanwan was not only unable to laugh, but was also scared to death. She carefully moved her body away and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter with you? Your boss scolded you? I don't think you are in a good mood..."

Shen Yi twitched at the corner of his mouth, lowered his eyebrows and said slowly, "I am not in a bad mood."

Lu Wanwan said, and then got up from the bed, "I will pour you a cup of hot water."

Shen Yi suddenly grabbed her hand and stared at her motionlessly with dark eyes, his face was sickly white, and he whispered, "Late night."

Lu Wanwan was trembling at the bottom of his heart by this cry.

She asked: "What's the matter?"

Shen Yi smiled and asked, "Date night, do you like money very much?"

Lu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "I like it. Money is a good thing. No one doesn't like it."

She blinked, pretending to be innocent and ignorant, and deliberately asked: "Yi Yi, do you dislike me? But there is no way I am such a vulgar person."

"No."

Lu Wanwan smiled sweetly at him, "But you are my favorite."

Shen Yi raised his face and his eyes were silent. After hearing these words, his smile suddenly became heavy and he muttered, "I know."

He knew that she was lying.

Being disobedient late and late, this made Shen Yi feel distressed, after all, he had been kind and gentle enough.

Lu Wanwan didn't notice that it was wrong, thinking that she would only need to show her vulgarity more clearly, take a few more boats, and follow the plot, and the divorce from Shen Yi shouldn't be a problem.

Early the next morning, Lu Wanwan's account had an extra 3 million.

She looked at the SMS notifications on her mobile phone and she still couldn't get back to her senses. Mr. Shen's efficiency is so high that she can't wait to let her leave Shen Yi.

She thinks too!

A secret fragrance was placed on the desk, and Shen Shi poured a cup of tea for his younger brother. Although he was a half-parent, his relationship with Shen Yi was pretty good.

Shen Shi took a sip of tea, raised his brows slightly, and said deeply: "You still have to care about your younger siblings recently. Attorney Feng and I have been friends for many years. He told me that younger siblings seem to have forged evidence of your derailed domestic violence."

After thinking for a while, Shen Shi reminded him: "You still have to pay attention."

Shen Yi's legs overlapped, and his long fingers buckled the tabletop with one pair of long fingers. He smiled lightly, but didn't make a sound.

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