"Is this the scar you left when you gave birth?" Lin Jingchen's voice was faintly hoarse.
Fang Yuyan felt that the voice seemed to come from a far away place, with a little misty.
She stood there, a lot of memories suddenly poured into the brain, as if she was directly tied up, so that she could not struggle.
A strange touch came from the scar on her abdomen, along the nerves and blood, to her brain.
Lin Jingchen kisses her scar and rubs it back and forth. Microsoft's lip is leaning against the ugly scar. As if facing the most precious treasure in the world.
That scar incomparable ugly, like a long centipede lying on her belly, all the time no longer remind her that the child is no longer in the world.
There were tears in Fang YuYan's eyes. The tears covered the look in her eyes, so that people could not see what she was thinking.
"Yes..." The answer was like a sigh, which she said softly.
Lin Jingchen suddenly a little angry, strange coincidence scar in his mind flashed by, he wanted to seize something, but still nothing.
There was an expectation in his heart. I don't know. With a dirty job, he really expects it to be true.
"Bang -"
the door was heavily photographed, showing his anger.
Fang Yuyan looked at the empty bathroom, where she was left alone, standing in the same place, but with a very inconsistent smile on her face.
It turns out that Lin Jingchen also has a heartache side?
Or is it just because of this ugly scar?
She began to put clothes on her body. The clothes were already wet and dripping all over the ground, but Fang Yuyan didn't seem to notice them. She put them on her body one by one.
After a long time, the wet clothes couldn't be worn well.
She simply stripped off all her clothes, threw them on the ground, naked and white, and went back to the room.
We have to show him, see that this is the result of him, see that man's back, she should be happy and proud?
But she couldn't smile at all. She just pulled out a smile. It's worse than crying.
Lin Jingchen stood quietly in his study, looking at the night outside the window, his eyes were full of meditation.
Some dispirited light a cigarette again, this already did not know is how many.
The phone rings. Lin Jingchen takes the phone and finds it's Lin Hai.
Some of them are eagerly connected.
"Young master, I have checked all the information you asked me to check, and now it has been sent to the mailbox. You can check it when you have time. " Lin Hai said respectfully on the opposite side of the phone.
"I see. It's hard for you." Lin Jingchen finished some can't wait to hang up the phone, quickly to open the computer on the desk.
The answer is ready to come out, and his seldom excited mood is now rippling.
Open the computer, focus on looking at the information in the mailbox, even hands are slightly shaking.
Fang Wangqing, miss of Fang Group.
He has read the following information countless times. What he wants to see today is the woman's experience in the United States and her legendary boyfriend.
It's finally here!
Lin Jingchen calmed down. I watched it attentively.
"Miss Fang," Zhou's mother knocked on the bedroom door, "the hangover soup is ready. Can I come in?"
There was silence in the room. Fang Yuyan, who had just been very sober, immediately lay on the bed and closed her eyes.
"Miss Fang? Can I come in? " Zhou Ma asked again, obviously thinking that Fang Yuyan in the room had been drunk and unconscious.
The door was gently pushed open. With a kind smile on her face, Zhou Ma puts the sobering soup on the cupboard at the head of the bed and reaches out her hand to pull the quilt for Fang Yuyan.
He muttered to himself: "well, I'm old. The young master thought I couldn't see it. Although our young master looks cold, his heart is warm.
In addition to our wife, only Miss Fang can enter this room. Miss Fang, you should cherish it. You can't look at people just by your eyes, you have to feel them with your heart... "
Zhou Ma said and walked out slowly.
After hearing the door close. Fang Yuyan opened her eyes slowly, and her eyes were clear.
This room is not a guest room, but Lin Jingchen's. That is to say, this is her former marriage house.
The scene in front of her was the same as before, and her eyes were sad again.
Things are right and people are wrong.
She is not the weak and deceitful Fang Yuyan she used to be, but Fang Wangqing now. Fang Yuyan, who used to be so eager and humble, has long disappeared, and the rest is only Fang Wangqing.
Does she have to thank that man for letting her live here?
For her, it was a place that only touched her and made her feel ironic.My sister lives in my sister's room. My brother-in-law falls in love with my sister. How ridiculous.
As soon as Fang Yuyan thought of these, she felt cool all over. I don't feel the slightest warmth.
Barefoot, on the soft carpet, he opened the door.
Fang Yuyan looks up at the empty corridor and rushes into the guest room opposite. The guest room is where she should stay.
Lin Jingchen sat on the stool in his study, holding the mouse firmly in his hand. It almost crushes the mouse.
He fixed his eyes firmly on the smiling woman on the screen. Compared with the woman in the room now, the woman in the photo seems too green and astringent.
But it was her.
She leaned intimately on a man's shoulder, holding her hands tightly together.
There is a chill in Lin Jingchen's body. If his eyes can really bring substantial damage, I'm afraid the computer screen in front of him will be cut into pieces by his eyes.
What she said is actually true.
She really talked about a boyfriend and knocked out his child.
Lin Jingchen trembled slightly. He shouldn't be so impolite. He knew the fact from her, didn't he?
In front of all this, like a heavy blow on his chest, he only felt a burst of fishy sweet throat, trying to swallow the blood.
A moment later, he forced himself to recover calm, hiding the bottom of the storm.
What he wants has never been impossible to get, let alone trying to get.
"I want the details of this man, the most detailed." Pick up the mobile phone directly sent a text message to Lin Hai.
After putting down the mobile phone, he picked up the cigarette beside the table, picked up the lighter and lit it. For a moment, the smoke shrouded his face.
Only that pair of bright eyes, through all the fog, as if to see through all the obstacles, to see the woman in the room.
A woman who is missed by such a man is either the luckiest thing in the world or the saddest thing in the world.
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