The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 236 Mr. He Notes Lonely Life [37]

If it were him, he would never let go.

"Jingle Bell…"

Suddenly, his phone rang.

It was Wen Jie who called.

For some reason, he didn't want to pick it up.But after hesitating for a moment, he still pressed the answer button.

"How's it going?" The man's voice was magnetic and cold, like ice-embellished jade, with a questioning sentence and a declarative tone.

Like his voice lacking in temperature, it seems that it can't make any waves.

He believed in Shen Lang unconditionally.

The success of the operation was not beyond his expectations.Apart from success, he never thought of any other second possibility.

Yu Ze lowered his eyes and hummed, "It was indeed a success... She said that Xiaodie would be able to wake up within two days."

The man on the phone seemed to pause for a moment, then chuckled, "Two days is probably the guarantee period she gave you."

It was originally a happy thing, but Yu Ze was a little absent-minded.His eyes fell on the pale wall opposite, and he suddenly asked:

"What do you think you like?"

The other end was silent for a moment, as if thinking about the purpose of his question.

Yu Ze paused and explained, "I'm just curious."

Wen Jie said slowly, "Do you still have little experience?"

"Playing in the world is different from really liking." Yu Ze sat on the chair, stretched his long legs casually, and leaned back with a nonchalant attitude.

No one saw the look on his face.

To his surprise, Wen Jie actually said he didn't know.

He doesn't know what liking is.

Yu Ze almost couldn't help jumping up, "Then how do you know if you really like someone?"

"You mean Shen Lang?"

Yu Ze hummed, his face remained unchanged, but he quietly put down his habitually raised toes, "How can you be sure that you really like her?"

"I'm not sure."

His answer without hesitation really made Yu Ze react for a long time.

"Then...why bother her so much..."

No matter what his thoughts are, Yu Ze couldn't bear to see Shen Lang trapped in an unhappy marriage. How is this different from being a widow?
"...to consume her? I don't want to either." Wen Jie seemed to sigh softly, with a slightly cunning regret in his tone, "...but I have to rely on her, I can't restrain myself."

To like is to possess.

If he wants to occupy her all, he will try his best to catch her eyes.

But he didn't think he liked it.

If there must be a chip for comparison, then she is probably more important than RG.

If there is another chip to be added, it is only his life.She seemed to hold a considerable weight in his heart.

The satisfaction of holding her is unmatched by anything.

It's really strange that a cold-blooded capitalist like him, who puts his interests first, sometimes doesn't love Jiangshan and beauties. ...Although beauty is not strictly a beauty, it can even be said to be a mediocre face.

He wasn't sure if he liked it.

It is said that liking is possession and love is letting go.Is it only love to let go?He doesn't think so.

Love should be desperate to keep her by her side.

He both loves her and wants to possess her.

It's good to stay together and torture each other for a lifetime, maybe after a long time, you can taste some sweetness.

Shen Lang didn't know that Wen Jie had coldly planned their future, and he only left them two paths.

One is staying together.

One is widowed.

Yu Ze was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he hung up the phone directly, without saving Wen Jie any face.

Wen Jie just pretended that he was sick again, calmly put down the phone and continued to read the file without anger or anger.

Looking at Shen Lang's side, the atmosphere is relatively weird.

I don't know who mentioned the recent rookie F in the medical field with emotion, and found that there was something wrong with Shen Lang's expression.

The smile on her face gradually faded, and she did not hide her dislike for this F at all, but it made several students stunned.

"…teacher?"

"Practice what I said today. I'm a little tired. I want to rest for a while. Go back, I'm going home too."

Shen Lang has been staying in Wen's private hospital, and after changing his clothes, he sat in the lounge and answered their questions.

Several students were also surprised that Shen Lang, who had always spoken softly, suddenly changed his face.

After all, in their view, Shen Lang's level is a crushing existence in the field, and it is a dimensionality reduction blow to anyone. Even a few words of advice can benefit people a lot.

In any case, she is worthy of being a teacher and a senior.

A boss of this level obviously doesn't need to lower his value to be compared with a mere rookie. Could it be that there are other festivals?
This they have no way of knowing.

I just made a note secretly that the teacher doesn't like F, and I must never mention a word about F in front of the teacher in the future.

But in their eyes, the teacher Shen Lang, who had changed his face and was angry, went back to the villa leisurely, took another shower, and then fell down on his own bed. The nerves that had been tense for eight hours were finally free to relax. down.

If someone gives her a massage at this moment, she will definitely feel more comfortable.

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly fell asleep.I dreamed of the dog in many planes before. In the dream, she was sometimes disembowelled, sometimes died alone, and sometimes was hit to death by a car.

None of which ended well.

Gradually, she knew that she was in a dream.Because the dog in reality... would not be so sincere and gentle to her.

The dogs in the dream each had their own sadness and helplessness, and in the end, without exception, they all lost her.The end was even worse than her.

... Tsk.

Why bother.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

She couldn't believe that she had slept for such a long time, and when she went downstairs and saw someone, her already agitated mood completely exploded.

"Why are you here?" She asked abruptly, almost cracking the calmness on the man's face.

He was sitting on the sofa, his long legs that had nowhere to rest were elegantly folded together, and his slender fingers were pinched on a porcelain cup, which made the white fingertips even more beautiful.

It's just that this elegant picture scroll couldn't be reflected in Shen Lang's eyes. She raised her long eyelashes slightly, smiled slightly on her lips, and asked again: "Why are you here?"

Wen Jie said: "Come and see you, and I'll give you a dress by the way."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, "Say something directly."

As soon as the words were finished, she slowly approached the tea table, and the silky red silk pajamas lazily wrapped the Wenxiang nephrite, Wen Jie's eyes dimmed, and suddenly realized that she was barefoot.

A pair of jade feet bully frost and snow, better than suet white jade, stepping on the dark red carpet is more delicate and alluring|attractive, the light movement of lotus feet makes one wonder whether there will be a delicate and charming place where her jade feet pass The flowers come.

Wen Jie's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were slightly cold, and he said suddenly: "You come down dressed like this?"

"...I just woke up." She looked at him resentfully with her watery eyes, as if she was blaming him for disturbing her dream.

(End of this chapter)