love addiction

It's just that when she saw the name displayed on it, all her gratitude was quickly shattered.

She didn't want to pick it up at all.

But if she doesn't answer, she doesn't know what the consequences will be.

After hesitating for a while, she still picked it up, her tone was cold, "What's the matter?"

"Have you eaten yet?" Long Yejue looked at the people on the screen and asked calmly.

Very casual feeling.

Tang Mianmian curled her lips, "Eat."

Actually lied.

The man narrowed his eyes and didn't expose her, "Well, go to bed early, don't wait for me, I won't be back tonight."

"Well." After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone, not wanting to talk nonsense with him at all.

Long Yejue listened to the busy tone on the phone, looked at her on the screen, and shook his head helplessly.

But this time, Tang Mianmian turned on the light in the room by the light of her mobile phone, and then hurried downstairs.

The food delivery people outside the door almost thought that there was no one inside.

But then I thought that the money was paid, and the price was expensive, no one would make such a joke, so I just waited there.

Fortunately, the lights in the house finally turned on, Tang Mianmian opened the door a little uneasy, and was a little surprised when he saw the food delivery person, "You are..."

"It turns out that someone is at home. This is the takeaway you ordered. Please sign for it." The delivery staff said politely.

Tang Mianmian was confused, "I, I didn't order."

"Is this No. 088, Dihao Bieyuan?"

"Yes."

"Then are you Miss Tang Mianmian?"

"I'm."

"That's right, this is the takeaway you ordered, and you've already paid for it, please sign for it, I'm still rushing back to get off work." The delivery staff kept saying politely.

Not to be embarrassed, Tang Mianmian could only sign, and after saying goodbye gratefully, he closed the door, twisted the food box and sat down at the dining table.

I kept thinking in my mind, who ordered the takeaway?
Long Yejue?
impossible!

His tone just now is not like that at all.

But she couldn't think of who it was, and was depressed when an unfamiliar number rang.

That number was somewhat familiar, Tang Mianmian picked it up suspiciously.

Seeing that the phone was connected, Anyi immediately said, "Miss Tang, has the takeaway I ordered for you arrived?"

"Here we are, did you call?" Tang Mianmian was a little suspicious.

How did Anyi know his number?

"Jane Eyre asked me to call you, saying that you have a bad stomach." Anyi explained.

Jane Eyre?
Oh, she remembered, these two are husband and wife, and Jane Eyre also knew that she had a bad stomach, but why did she know that she was in Dihao Bieyuan?
Before Tang Mianmian could ask, Anyi took the initiative to say, "Because Jue Shao mentioned that you lived in Dihao Bieyuan once before, so you sent someone to Dihao Bieyuan directly. You should eat it while it's hot."

"Okay, thank you Miss JANE for me, and thank you too."

"you are welcome."

After An Yi hung up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the woman on the other side who was still leisurely eating fruit, "I'm tired of being kind, I have to be responsible for Young Master Jue's actions every time."

"No way, who told you to take other people's money." Jane Eyre reminded him very rudely.

An Yi's expression collapsed, and he said helplessly, "Yes, I want the boss's money, and the boss wants my life."

"For our happy life, just bear with it." Jane Eyre generously fed him a mouthful of oranges.

Enjoying his wife's considerate service, Anyi asked with a smile, "Then, do you want to experience the sexual life in advance?"

"What?" Jane Eyre didn't respond.

Anyi rushed over directly, with the corners of his mouth raised badly, "For example, like this..."

"Hmm... beast..."

****
Because it was Jane Eyre's wish, even though Tang Mianmian had no appetite, she still ate a little.

She found that these vegetable porridges were all her favorite flavors.

When did Jane Eyre know herself so well?

But she didn't think about it, went back to the bedroom and fell asleep.

And deliberately avoided the big bed, but took a blanket and slept on the sofa.

Her little stubbornness was noticed by Long Yejue, and he shook his head helplessly from time to time.

After Long Yejue called her that night, he seemed to have disappeared.

The second day, the third day...

None of them showed up.

Originally thought that there would be very tense days to live, but he didn't show up at all, which made Tang Mianmian a little happy.

But that happiness seemed to be mixed with some complicated emotions, so complicated that she didn't want to figure it out.

There will be part-time workers here every day to cook her three meals a day and clean up the room.

And besides being in a daze every day, she is in a daze.

There was really no other way, so she got up and went to Long Yejue's study, looking for some books to read, or to use the computer or something.

This study is opposite the bedroom, and she has never been in it since she moved in.

After a moment of hesitation, she opened the door and went in.

The style of the room is somewhat similar to that of the outside, it is full of lush greenery.

There is no large bookshelf as imagined, and the inside is very simple.

There are desktops and laptops, there are canvases, there are pencils...

this is not……

Tang Mianmian was surprised.

This is very similar to the studio built in Long's house.

Even the cutting machine, which was advanced at that time and is not considered backward now, is there.

Tang Mianmian stroked them one by one, and his heart was touched in every possible way.

This... should be done by Long Yejue, right?

Why did he do this?
Tang Mianmian couldn't figure it out, so she sat on the chair and looked at the white canvas in front of her, sitting for a whole day.

It wasn't until the hourly workers came to say hello to her that she came back to her senses.

"Xiaoyue, have you cleaned the study room before?"

"Well, I've been cleaning all the time." Xiaoyue is a part-time worker, and it's rare to hear this quiet boss speak, so Xiaoyue is a little surprised.

"How many years have you been here?"

Tang Mianmian raised her eyes and looked at this woman who was about his age.

Xiaoyue thought about it carefully, and then said, "Four or five years."

That was about the same as when I left.

Tang Mianmian's eyes darkened, and he asked again, "When did you put the equipment in the study?"

"It was there when I came."

It seems that five years ago, before she broke up with Long Yejue, he moved here.

At that time, Long Yejue once said that he wanted to build a world where there were only her and him.

Sighing, Tang Mianmian's expression became calm, "You go back, I will wash the dishes by myself later."

"Okay, Miss Tang, I'm off work then." Xiaoyue took off her apron and gloves, put on her coat, and left.

Tang Mianmian sat there alone, in a daze for a long time.

In the middle of the night, Tang Mianmian, who was used to sleeping on the sofa, was awakened by a shock.

It seemed that there was a warm breath spraying on his ears.

It felt like someone was kissing.

Tang Mianmian woke up from a light sleep in an instant, subconsciously wanting to scream.

But the man's lips had already kissed tightly, blocking her scream that was about to overflow.

Tang Mianmian's eyes widened, and with the faint light, he could clearly see the face of the man in front of him.

It was Long Yejue who had disappeared for three days.

Tang Mianmian groaned twice, reaching out to push.

But the man ignored it and still kissed domineeringly.

His originally deep eyes were now tightly closed, making it impossible for Tang Mianmian to see through his thoughts.

And his hands also began to spread inward along the hem of the clothes...

Struggling is useless...

And she also smelled alcohol.

In other words, Long Yejue drank.

Men who have been drinking have always been irrational, and Long Yejue has also strongly proved this point.

On this not-so-spacious sofa, he begged her hard once.

Although the meaning is still unfinished.

The exhausted Tang Mianmian was carried to the bed by him.

Long Yejue got up and went to shower.

Tang Mianmian looked at the ceiling feebly, not knowing if he hadn't woken up from what happened just now, or he didn't want to get over the situation.

After Long Yejue came out of the shower, he threw the towel over, "Wipe my hair."

This is a very familiar scene.

The former Long Yejue had the same tone.

And the phrase "wipe my hair for me" became Tang Mianmian's tear-jerking words when he dreamed back at midnight.

But now, it gradually changed.

She got out of bed numbly, picked up a towel and wiped it for him.

The strength was light and heavy, if it was the same as before, Long Yejue would definitely protest.

But today, he seemed to be in a good mood and did not refute it.

Tang Mianmian wiped his hair clean, and her arms were already a little sore.

Turning around, she went into the bathroom, soaked herself in the bathtub, and scrubbed the marks left by him vigorously.

It's just that those hickey marks are so deep-rooted, like tattoos, they can't be erased no matter what.

She almost rubbed off a layer of skin on herself, and tears fell down without disappointment.

Long Yejue, who had been waiting for her in the bedroom for a long time, got impatient, got out of bed and knocked on the door, "Tang Mianmian, what are you doing in there? It's been so long!"

"... grow mushrooms." Tang Mianmian said with a choked voice.

Tears had blurred her vision. She curled up in the bathtub, feeling the coldness brought to her by the gradually icy water.

Try to use this method to wake yourself up a little bit.

Long Yejue frowned, sensing something was wrong, he kicked the door immediately.

Although the texture of the metal door is very good, it can't resist the force of a man.

With a bang, he kicked the closed door open.

The man stood at the door angrily and looked inside.

Fortunately, the bathroom was big enough, and there was still a long distance from the bathtub to the door, so it wouldn't hurt her.

Tang Mianmian looked at the door panel that fell to the ground and was a little startled.

Is Long Yejue angry?
She shouldn't have pissed him off.

Although Long Yejue had a bad expression, he didn't do anything to scare her. Instead, he walked over directly and stretched out his hand in the water to test it out.

The temperature of the water made him frown. He glanced at Tang Mianmian who was a little scared, and bent down to hug her up.

Tang Mianmian let out an exclamation, and because of the anxiety of weightlessness, she tightly grasped his skirt.

After Long Yejue made sure that she would not fall, he walked out the door step by step, ignoring that she was still wet, and stuffed her under the bed.

"I want……"

"Shut up!" Long Yejue scolded coldly, "Before I get angry, you'd better keep quiet."

Tang Mianmian opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

In fact, she wanted to say that she wanted to wear clothes.

Long Yejue got up with a bad expression, took a dry towel, sat back on the bed, put her head on his lap, and wiped her hair.

It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rude either.

At least it won't offend her.

Tang Mianmian just quietly let him wipe her hair.

After five years, although her hair has been trimmed, it is longer than before, so it is also very laborious to wipe.

By the time her hair was dry, Tang Mianmian had already fallen asleep.

Maybe it's because you're too tired, or maybe you're too sleepy.

After Long Yejue finished wiping, he realized that the little woman in his arms was breathing smoothly.

The normally stunning eyes are now covered by eyelids.

But the curly eyelashes, which were as thin as cicada's wings, occasionally fluttered slightly, as if a shower cap was touching his heart, crisp and numb, very delicate.