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Zhuang Jingtan admitted reluctantly.

She hesitated for a second, then finally stretched out her hand.

Si Heng froze subtly.

Not because of pleasure

He's not completely standoffish. It's just that due to the constraints of the past, mysophobia has reached an extreme level. In the final analysis, that's what happened. I had it in my own time, but I won't be nostalgic for it afterward.

It’s not that he didn’t have the experience of someone politely sending someone over after he sobered up. Si Heng had a headache after drinking and subconsciously knocked the person over. When he left the room, he broke off all cooperation with the arranger. From now on, no one would dare to use this to please or stumble him.

Although he felt like he was following the path, he still had excellent control. He stopped the deep kiss and looked down at Zhuang Jingtan, not missing any subtle expression on her face.

No fawning, no meltdown, no disgust.

Her mood is peaceful, even with a trace of the patience and relaxation of an old monk who has entered meditation.

When she met Si Heng's eyes, she tilted her head slightly, a little cautiously confused.

It was obvious that Si Heng's gloomy face was dissatisfied or very dissatisfied, and it looked like he was about to set her off.

Don't you want to hear her movements?

Zhuang Jingtan was silent for a moment.

Zhuang Jingtan is a responsible person after all, she made suggestions.

Want to hear a sound? That's a bit difficult. Of course, if you need it, I can brew it up.

Si Heng withdrew, clasped the wrists of both her hands with his left hand, and pressed them to the top of Zhuang Jingtan's head.

I don't want to hear the sound,

Si Heng's voice was calm. As he spoke, his movements did not stop.

In view of his record of not caring about clothes, she subconsciously grabbed his arm and frowned slightly: I will do it myself.

Si Heng:

Very delicate and flexible forward rocking.

Zhuang Jingtan's body quickly stretched into a straight line, and she gasped. She grabbed Si Heng's forearm with her right hand and subconsciously dug in with her nails.

Si Heng's hands have long knuckles and her nails are trimmed regularly, so they won't scratch her at all.

They are still very pampered hands at first glance.

Zhuang Jingtan was distracted for a moment, remembering that her preparations a year in advance included protecting her hands. Hand cream and hand mask went back and forth many times in order to get closer to Zhuang Zhenyin's state, even though they had not seen each other for many years.

But no one knew that she had actually met Zhuang Zhenyin.

At the age of twenty-one.

But I didn't see it. That day, the Zhuang family drove and waited for a long time at the entrance of the luxurious hotel's fountain. They stopped a car. The couple got out of the car and met the man. Zhuang Jingyin sat quietly in the car, placing her hand lightly on On the car window, I looked out in confusion, and met a man's eyes, which shrank back like a frightened little rabbit.

The halo of the street lights and the falling snow were all white as far as the eye could see.

It's quite like a movie.

Zhuang Jingtan was smoking a cigarette behind the fourth-to-last streetlight on that road, looking at the scene from the perspective of a complete bystander.

She watched with gusto. Shen Yao's mouth was filled with the arrogant, cold-blooded and decisive biological father. His posture was like a dog, and his flattering eyes turned back and forth between the middleman and the man.

The human world is a hierarchical colosseum.

Zhuang Jingtan found it boring, put out the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, turned around and left.

Her impression of the man was that he was young, had a faint smile on his lips, and had beautiful hands hanging down. Because of the cold temperature, his fair and reddish skin made his joints even more sharp.

Now, those hands reappeared in her life.

Showing up where they shouldn't be.

Secret and charming.

The corners of Zhuang Jingtan's lips raised slightly, her chest kept rising and falling, her eyelashes drooped, but her smile was almost sarcastic.

Not targeting anyone, I just think life is ridiculous, like a game with a predetermined procedural plot.

Those coincidences piled up into a tower of sand and suddenly fell down at a certain moment.

Ding

When the foreplay was about to end and Si Heng was just standing up, the cell phone on the coffee table suddenly rang, and the ringtone started to vibrate wildly.

Si Heng slowly turned his head, looking at the cell phone that kept ringing, and tightened his jaw.

Zhuang Jingtan estimated that he was having a fierce psychological struggle between throwing the phone out and picking it up.

Finally picked it up.

The voice over there was faint, but at the tip of Zhuang Jingtan's ears, she heard the name 'Dr. Kang'.

Si Heng usually hums twice when answering business calls, but this time is an exception. The assistant couldn't even hear Si Heng's reply, and cautiously asked: Can your schedule be free in an hour?

knew.

Si Heng's voice was very light.

He put his cell phone on speakerphone and straightened his trousers and shirt with an expressionless expression.

After thinking about it, I unbuttoned it and planned to go inside and change into another set.

Mr. Si,

Zhuang Jingtan put on her sweater, crawled to the edge of the sofa with an innocent look on her face, blinked, and asked what Qian Qian'er said innocently.

Is it okay with you?

Si Heng was not irritated at all. He just chuckled and raised his hand to hook her hair behind her ear: "You're not leaving." We still have a lot of time.

Zhuang Jingtan resisted the urge to sneer.

Si Heng went to the bedroom to change clothes. She found a box of macadamia nuts from under the coffee table. She was about to open it, but after thinking about it, she asked in a loud voice: Can I eat these nuts?

boom.

Si Heng just came out and he slammed the door. He didn't bother to look at her and just said:

Can be grown. You can also grow your own.

Zhuang Jingtan: Oh, thank you.

She took one and put it in her mouth.

goodbye.

Si Heng put his hand on the door handle and paused for a few seconds, as if he remembered something important.

Zhuang Jingtan noticed it from the corner of her eye and ate nuts a little slower.

If Si Heng suddenly turned around at this time, he would see a pair of cold and alert eyes.

Si Heng tapped his fingertips on the door handle in sequence before looking back at her.

Zhuang Jingyin.

His voice has always been low and sweet, but after it is stripped of emotion and smile, its texture is like snow.

Snow is the most unique existence in the four seasons.

There is always judgment in the cold, dark and lonely environment, and many dark misfortunes happen in the snow.

Why are there calluses on your palms?

Which friends have seen this?

Chapter 22

twenty two

Unique oreille exercée peut y percevoir des bruits d'ailes, une palpitation d'?mes.

Si Heng's mother studied in France when she was young, and she once shared Camus's words with her fiancé Comte.

Kang Mingde was not very interested in literature and art, but he liked this sentence.

An experienced ear can detect the sound of wings, the vibration of the soul.

The true meaning contained in these words can help him gain an advantage in the market: no matter how turbulent the market is, the biggest variable is people.

How unfortunate, man is a fickle and cunning animal,

How lucky, man is a changeable and cunning animal.

The wings will eventually flap, and what he has to do is observe the flaws in the variables.

Si Heng also inherited this.

His senses are very sharp.

Zhuang Jingtan discovered this very early.

He almost never stayed overnight and slept very little, which was why she hesitated for a second after receiving that rare request.

So Zhuang Jingtan was not surprised.

Of course, when Si Heng looked back, she knew very well what this question meant.

It represents sliding to the edge of a cliff.

Zhuang Jingtan met his gaze without hiding.

You are so smart, what do you think?

she asked softly.

Si Heng said nothing and stood looking at her.

His eyelashes are long and dense. When they are hanging down with no expression, a small shadow will be cast under the eyelashes, showing his indifference.

Zhuang Jingtan thought that Si Heng's nature was like this. In fact, he didn't want to smile at all and was too lazy to wear a mask. He doesn't want to give anyone a good look, and his background is unstable and bad.

Haven't you been to my room?

Zhuang Jingtan said.

Under the sofa next to the bedside table is a pair of dumbbells that I bought five months ago.

After a pause, she added: You shouldn't be able to see it.

An extremely calm statement.

In Si Heng's world, how could he see anyone other than himself?

You want to say that you are exercising.

Si Heng asked slowly.

Zhuang Jingtan walked over, stood in front of him, and said softly: Yes.

Si Heng raised his eyebrows in a leisurely manner.

To leave?

For myself.

A trace of moisture slipped...