ABO

In the magnificent banquet hall, the atmosphere is delicate.

The guests who had witnessed everything maintained a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere on the surface, drinking and chatting, but their eyes inadvertently stopped on the two people who were stalemate.

But Fu Sili never let himself lose his composure in front of everyone.

Lin Ai knew it, so he pointed it out on purpose.

Sure enough, after hearing the slightly joking words, Fu Sili retracted the palm that was placed on the back of his neck, hanging down by his side, with his index finger curled up slightly.

His eyes kept looking at Lin Ai, but he didn't reveal anything else.

They looked at each other calmly, the moment when their eyes collided seemed to be suspended, Lin Ai's ears blocked all the surrounding sounds, and only the narrow and beautiful eyes of the man could be seen from the angle of view.

When Fu Sili was silent, even the speed at which his upper and lower eyelashes met slowed down.

For a moment, Lin Ai seemed to see a look similar to pain flashing through his dark and deep eyes, which was too fast to catch.

When he was about to take a closer look, the man's eyelids blinked and he had returned to his usual indifferent and handsome appearance.

There was a slight sinking on the shoulders, it turned out that Marcus behind him had put his hand up and took him into his arms.

"I think Mr. Fu may need to take a break." Marcus smiled slightly, but there was a dim light in his amber pupils.

He had met Fu Sili at the charity dinner before, and later in the restaurant because of Lin Ai, he paid more attention to him.

This person appears to be very easy-going and humble in social situations, but in fact he is extremely cold and distant.

"Sorry." Fu Sili looked away a little, and said in a flat tone, not to Lin Ai, but to Marcus who was standing aside, "The reception is not good."

His gaze never turned to Lin Ai again, nor did he look at the place where they were close to each other's body and where their arms touched.

It seemed that everything that happened just now was just a small episode when he was in a trance when he was drunk.

The banquet orchestra not far away just changed to a slightly brisk waltz at this time. The guests put down their wine glasses and took their partners slowly onto the dance floor, dancing to the music.

"Chérie, can I ask you to dance?" Marcus asked softly.

He stretched out his left arm, spread his palm upwards, and covered Lin Ai and Fu Sili without any trace. Half of his face was in the shadow, and half of his face was in the light. His pupils were extremely bright, and his facial features were handsome and charming.

Smelling his pleasant smell of pheromone, Lin Ai nodded obediently, put her hand on his warm and dry palm, and was held tightly, fingers intertwined.

Lin Ai straightened his back, didn't look back, and didn't even glance back from the corner of his eye.

Marcus led him all the way from the edge to the center of the dance floor, with his palms on his slender waist, the dance was slow, and the two occasionally looked at each other and smiled, as if they were back in college.

On the fourth inside spin, Marcus told him, "Stop laughing."

"Your eyes are crying."

Hearing this, Lin Ai quickly blinked away the faint mist in his eyes, and he wanted to cover it up and asked, "... Where is it?"

"Is that him?" Marcus asked again.

Lin Ai lowered his eyes and fell silent. When Marcus stepped forward with his left foot, he stepped back with his right foot, took two steps forward, and stepped back one step. His movements were smooth and graceful, seamlessly connected.

At the end of the dance song, Marcus heard him give a hum, which was inaudible in the violin solo of the musicians. If he hadn't been staring at his rosy lips, Marcus suspected that he would have missed his answer.

Even though he had already prepared in his heart, after being verified by his own ears, he still felt bitter and sore in his heart.

"Chérie, can you forget about him?" He clasped Lin Ai's fingers tightly, "You are not happy...even if it is his child, we..."

"Marcus—" Lin Ai interrupted him in a timely manner, looking up into his eyes, "Of course I will forget him."

"It's just," he pursed his lips, and said darkly, "give me some time..."

The latter words stuck in his throat.

When he was dancing around and turning around, he saw Fu Liao Si Li still standing where he was.

The expression on Zhang Jun's face was very pale, and the trousers of the ironed suit were splashed with a few mottled wine stains, and the color became darker after the smudge.

The noisy crowd around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Lin Ai's heart throbbed violently, as if he saw Fu Sili in the susceptible period through this moment, with a pair of foggy eyes open, looking like he was about to cry.

"Freesia……"

……

Marcus had an impromptu conference call, and he took his assistant to the room where White Gull arranged for the guests to rest.

Lin Ai was still willing to accompany him at first, but later he was dizzy with a lot of French, so he made an excuse to go out to get some air.

Before going out, Marcus put a coat on him, squeezed his palms and told him not to run too far, and pay attention to the baby in his stomach.

But he still walked disobediently along the promenade to the back garden.

The sky in the winter night is dark blue mixed with crow blue, the shadow of the moon is whirling and hazy, and there are a few wisps of chill hanging from the tops of the clear laurel trees.

The temperature is too low, even the fountain pool in the courtyard has a thin layer of ice, and the surroundings are as quiet as water.

He wanted to turn around like this and go back, but he unconsciously walked towards the back of the Roman column, where he and Fu Sili had stayed alone in the gazebo.

Marble tabletops, bluestone slabs, rotating and carved Ionic columns, all the furnishings in the pavilion have not changed, but the moonlight separated by the hollow roof is no longer so bright.

Lin Ai remembered the last time he was here, the sky was full of fireworks, Fu Sili's eyes shone brightly and silvery under the night, and his expression was extremely gentle and touching.

He kissed Lin Ai with a fragrant smell of wine, and told him that the night | color | is so beautiful.

Thinking of these past events again, it was only a few months ago, but it seemed like a lifetime away.

Lin Ai felt a little cold water on his face, and touched it with his hand, and his fingertips were wet. It turned out that he had shed tears at some point.

"It's really worthless..." He smiled self-deprecatingly.

When he was going back, he happened to meet Marcus who was worried about the bad light and came to meet him all the way.

The man stuffed his cold hands into his chest, and carried him out.

This childish behavior made Lin Ai laugh out loud, and the previous depression and sadness were swept away. He couldn't help teasing Marcus, "What? Are you afraid that I will run away suddenly?"

Marcus also laughed. He turned his head to look at Lin Ai, his eyelashes were slightly curved, and his handsome side face was shrouded in a faint brilliance under the moonlight.

"I feel sorry for the little thing in your belly. I'm not afraid of freezing him when I walk around in the cold." He said in a loving tone, and reached out to stroke Lin Ai's slightly red and swollen eyes, "They are all fathers. I'm so old, I still like to hide and cry so much..."

Lin Ai covered her ears in embarrassment, not wanting to hear, he hadn't had time to change his role into a father.

On the contrary, these days, Marcus has read a lot of baby-rearing books, and took him to take time to listen to mother-baby lectures together. He is even more attentive than a person who is officially pregnant. Ai has eaten.

"I know, I will always listen to your teachings from now on..." He intentionally flattered me, "Because Marcus, you are the best to me in this world right now..."

They cuddled each other and walked farther and farther, from the depths of the dimly lit courtyard to the brightly lit house, and the laughter came out in detail. No matter who saw this picture, they couldn't help but praise it He is a man made in heaven.

Except for the man standing behind the Roman column all the time.

Fu Sili heard the sound of his own heart beating from his chest, beating slowly. Several times he thought he was about to stop, but he was awakened again by bursts of sharp pain.

"I feel sorry for the little thing in your stomach..."

"Being a father..."

"Because of Marcus, you are the best in the world right now..."

"Boom—" There was a muffled sound, which was very clear in the silent night.

Fu Sili punched the groove pattern, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were red.

Blood stains on the Roman columns.

Viscous blood dripped down from his trembling fingertips, smashing bloody flowers on the ground, against the scattered moonlight all over the ground.

……

Lin Ai bid farewell to Bai Ou at the gate of Fu's house. Before getting into the car, he took out a beautifully wrapped gift from the back seat and handed it to the waiting maid.

"Brother, this is my gift to Mr. Fu." He said with a smile, "I wish you and your wife will remain sweet and happy in the days to come."

"Thank you, Xiao Ai and you too." Maybe it was because it was getting late, Bai Gu's expression was a little bit tired, and he couldn't even say thank you insincerely.

However, when facing Marcus, he was in a better state, and the smile deepened, "It's not the first time we met Mr. Sheng, I hope good things will happen next time."

"Yes." Marcus replied with a smile.

Lin Ai couldn't understand the conversation between the two of them like a riddle, and didn't have the energy to think about it.

Since his pregnancy, his physical strength has been seriously unable to keep up. Now nestled in Marcus's arms, his eyelids feel heavy and he feels sleepy.

"Okay." In the haze, Marcus seemed to hug him lightly, "Let's go home."

Before taking a few steps, the environment around him suddenly became chaotic in an instant.

He vaguely heard someone yelling to find a doctor, with chaotic footsteps and noisy voices.

Those voices come and go, as if separated by a world.

And the aura emanating from Lin Ai's head is quiet and peaceful.

It's just that he still tightened Marcus's skirt uneasily, but in exchange for a few low laughter.

"It's okay, Cherie, none of this has anything to do with you."

He heard the man speak softly.

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