Can You Love Me?

At that time, Xin Ai didn't know how she reached out her hand, or which hand she used to accept the check.

She didn't even know what expression she had at that time, whether she was smiling or sad, whether she was... ugly.

However, at that time, she obviously didn't even have the strength to blink her eyelids, but she still took the check so easily.

When the check fell into her hands from Jian Zechuan, Xin Ai had only one thought in her mind at that time, this check was really heavy.

In the hand, a thin piece of paper is like a mountain, it can crush her into powder, it can crush her to the ground, and she can't get up again.

Xin Ai read every word on the check carefully. She opened her mouth and silently counted the zeros on it: one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, million, ten million, billion...

After counting to the last digit, Xin Ai laughed, and seemed to be laughing out loud.

Jian Zechuan had been stingy with her all the time, but it was rare for him to be generous in the end.

Maybe it was the long zero on it, which gave Xin Ai some comfort. When she raised her head again, she couldn't see anything unusual. The eyes glow.

Xin Ai shook the check in his hand, and said happily: Thank you, Mr. San, you are so generous, don't worry, I will get far away, and I will never get back, I promise I won't hinder your eyes again, Thank you for your care during this time, thank you.

No one knew that there were only tears in Xin Ai's eyes, and the scar on his face was from a smile, and he was experiencing a massacre in his heart without any power to fight back.

In this game with Jian Zechuan, she lost completely.

The time for a cigarette was over, and the room was filled with the smell of nicotine. Jian Zechuan pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray beside the bed, and slowly got up.

The smell of alcohol on his body has not dissipated, but his eyes are completely clear. He went to the bathroom to rinse and came out, and the action of dressing was unhurried, just like the time a long time ago, when Xin Ai lay on the bed and watched him dress. clothes to leave.

That time, he said, he didn't want to see her again.

At that time, Xin Ai could still brazenly chase after him and say shameless words, but this time, it was different...

She would never catch up again, and there was no way he could turn back.

Xin Ai silently watched Jian Zechuan put on his clothes, and slowly buttoned up the buttons one by one, everything was as familiar as yesterday.

Jian Zechuan said: This house is left to you. Tomorrow I will send someone to handle the transfer for you.

A calm voice, without ups and downs, without any emotion, the simplest declarative language.

This kind of tranquility, and the madness he had been crushing Xin Ai not long ago, seemed not to be a different person.

They just went through such a long lingering time, and the two of them didn't have any dialogue during the whole process.

After the end, Jian Zechuan made a cold cut with two short sentences.

From the beginning to the end, it took more than three months, neither long nor short... Xin Ai felt as if she had gone through a long reincarnation.

Because of Jian Zechuan, she stepped into the lovesickness door, and because of him, she knew how hard it was.

Jian Zechuan turned around and heard Xin Ailuo's hoarse voice: Third Master, go slowly.

Every time he left before, Xin Ai would say goodbye.

But now, I will never see you again, so there is no need to say goodbye.

Jian Zechuan paused, opened the bedroom door and walked out.

Xin Ai heard him walking down the stairs step by step. It was the sound of walking away step by step. It was the sound of him leaving and never coming back. Xin Ai's body was shaking, and she didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

Leaving means liberation.

However, leaving also means that she and this man will never have any interaction from now on.

Afterwards, he got married and gave birth to a child, which had nothing to do with her anymore.

Whether she is alive or dead, good or bad, has nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, when Jian Zechuan was about to step on the last floor, he stopped, and Xin Ai's spirit also tensed up.

After a long time, the sound of footsteps sounded again, but the difference was that this time, instead of continuing to walk forward, he turned around and walked up, because the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer.

Xin Ai's body tensed up suddenly, and she turned to look at the door.

He... why is he back again?

Jian Zechuan stood outside the door, stopped, and did not go inside, he said: Xin Ai, I have always wanted to ask you a question.

Xin Ai sat on the bed, her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, her heart was beating rapidly, and the sheets were hugging her chest. She said, Say,

For so long, have you ever been sincere to me?

Xin Ai was stunned. When he came back, he actually asked this?

After a while, Xin Ai suddenly laughed, Third Master, is it interesting for you to say this now? From now on, even if we meet on the road, we will be strangers. Is it meaningful for you to ask?

I want to hear you tell the truth.

This question weighed on Jian Zechuan's mind over and over again. He needed an answer, and he felt that the answer was here with Xin Ai.

This answer can tell him how to choose next and how to deal with it.

Xin Ai shook her head and said decisively: No, never...

Looking at Jian Zechuan in front of her, she suddenly felt really tired.

When he left her alone, when he was having sex with Tan Ran abroad; when he brought Tan Ran back to China to get engaged to her; when he went to rescue Tan Ran regardless of her life or death, those scenes... ...All of these caused the resentment accumulated in Xin Ai's chest to boil up little by little.

Why, Jian Zechuan, after he threw a check to her, saying that he was tired of her, he could turn around and ask her if she had promised him sincerity.

How could he treat his shamelessness as something so frank?

If he just left like that, everyone would break up, but he turned around and asked her this ridiculous question.

Did he want to hear the answer he wanted to hear from a woman who was abandoned by him, and then he could leave contentedly?

How could Xin Ai let him get what he wanted? Why did she tell him what he wanted to hear? She wouldn't tell him what he wanted to hear.

Xin Ai looked at Jian Zechuan calmly, tears were about to fall from her laughter, she said: Jian Zechuan, don't you think it's ridiculous when you ask me this? You want my sincerity, what about yours? Have you ever paid? Mr. Jian, I would like to ask you now, what am I in your eyes, a plaything, a woman, a shady lover, I have never asked you to be a real girlfriend, I have never asked you to marry into your Jane's family as a young mistress , I didn't ask you to treat me with the attitude of a serious girlfriend, why do you want my heart? I hope you can understand that what you bought with money is only my body, not my heart, and I have no obligation to give it to you. you.