After marrying the richest husband

Delicious and expensive meals are placed on the long European-style dining table, and even the plates are in the shape of lace with hot gold.

In the band that was playing, apart from the usual oriental faces, there were also white people with distinctive facial features.

The service staff wear uniform silk dresses. The girls are slim and the boys are handsome and tall. They earn more commissions and tips than most senior white-collar workers.

The marketing account once said that this restaurant can only rotate once every nine or ten minutes.

Look out along the bright windows.

You can see the most prosperous neon lights in Beicheng at night, the traffic on Chang'an Avenue, and the lights on the moat.

Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou who was sitting opposite him.

The man he had only seen in magazines was sitting at the other end of the table.

He was wearing a light-colored casual suit, and his expression was not as cold as in the photo, nor was he as lofty as when we first met.

Sang Qiao even remembered the first day that financial magazine was published.

Fu Xingzhou became a trending topic on Weibo just because of the photo on the cover.

The editor-in-chief of that magazine, which has never said anything about other things, made an exception and added this sentence at the end of the interview - the most high-profile golden marriage partner in Beicheng.

When looking at Fu Xingzhou.

The eyes of the two were exactly opposite.

Sang Qiao saw the glorious night of Quanbei City through his eyes.

And my tiny self in the night.

Sang Qiaozai carefully replayed what Fu Xingzhou said just now in his mind.

Then he tightly clenched his fists behind him, straightening his waist straight and hard, making himself appear indestructible and invincible.

Sang Qiao said to Fu Xingzhou: "Don't love me, okay?"

Fu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, looked at Sangqiao, and shook his head: "Not good, Qiaoqiao."

Sang Qiao said word by word: "I'm not good."

Fu Xingzhou said softly: "What's wrong?"

Sang Qiao bit his lower lip.

Nowhere is good.

His body is not good, his personality is not good, and his heart is not good...

There is nothing in his whole body that is worthy of someone as good as Fu Xingzhou.

Sang Qiao only cried a few times when he was five or six years old.

It was too young.

I don't know that crying can't solve the problem at all, and I always have a thin and almost transparent fantasy about my parents in memory.

Later, when I grew up, I stopped crying.

But now, he really wants to cry.

If only he was any better.

No unsightly scars all over the body, no nerve lines that get sick every time...

As long as he is a little better.

Sang Qiao gritted his teeth fiercely, and also bit the tears welling up.

He said to Fu Xingzhou very stubbornly: "We only have sex, you don't love me, okay?"

Fu Xingzhou still said: "Not good, Qiaoqiao."

Sang Qiao's fingernails were bit by bit embedded in his palm.

It was like seeing blood, bringing out a kind of dull pain that was almost hard to explain.

The band's performance entered a highlight moment, and the music was so exciting that it seemed to be playing a ridiculous rhapsody.

Sang Qiao's voice even carried a hint of prayer.

He very carefully said to Fu Xingzhou: "We only have sex, you can beat me and scold me on the bed, you can do anything to me, you don't love me, can you?"

The atmosphere was eerily silent at this moment.

Fu Xingzhou didn't seem to hear Sangqiao's words clearly, his expression froze, and he said after a while, "What did you say?"

Sang Qiao rarely saw Fu Xingzhou's expression like this. He paused for a few seconds, and then his voice became softer: "We only go to bed, and you beat me and scolded me..."

"What I want is a lover."

Fu Xingzhou finally showed an irritated look on his face.

He stood up abruptly, and the dining chair beside him slid back, rubbing against the tempered glass floor with a harsh sound.

Fu Xingzhou's expression changed several times, as if he was trying very hard not to get angry with Sang Qiao.

finally.

He took a deep breath.

Bow down.

Look towards Sangqiao.

Then he said, "Sang Qiao, you really underestimate yourself and me too much."

Fu Xingzhou picked up the coat on the dining chair behind him and left from the table.

Walk past the long European style dining table.

When passing by Sangqiao, he paused for a moment, and seemed to slow down his tone a little bit with great reluctance: "I won't be going back to Yongshui No. [-] for a while, so you should rest early by yourself, and the driver will take you back to the program group tomorrow morning."

The person at the other end of the table walked away without looking back.

The noisy band finally stopped at some point.

There was a vacuum-like silence in the reserved restaurant.

Sang Qiao didn't know how long he had been sitting there.

Until the hostess lady in silk cheongsam walked up to him in high heels and asked Sang Qiao in an official and enthusiastic voice if he needed a refill.

Sang Qiao shook his head, stood up with the help of the dining table, and told the hostess no need, he was going home.

He took two steps in the direction of the front door, then hurriedly turned around, and stood by the dining table again.

The bouquet of blue enchantresses and red flaming roses was still there.

Probably because it was well protected along the way.

All the flowers still look delicate and dripping.

Sang Qiao looked at the bouquet of flowers anxiously for a long time, and then he became cautious and apologetic and said to the hostess lady who was following him: "Excuse me...can you help me deliver this bouquet of flowers to my home? I can pay the full shipping cost, double, triple."

The hostess lady agreed to Sang Qiao's request very politely, and told him that this in itself is the obligation of the restaurant.

Sang Qiao nodded reassuringly, and went down the sightseeing elevator of the revolving restaurant.

The time has entered the night.

On the streets of Beicheng in autumn and winter, you can occasionally encounter a few fallen leaves that have just fallen, no roots and no support, and there is a cracking sound when you step on the soles of your feet.

There are not many pedestrians on the street.

Sang Qiao easily caught a taxi and reported the location of his old house. After thinking for a while, he said to the driver: "Master, drive slowly and go around the moat, okay?"

The taxi driver didn't seem to be in a hurry to go home, he turned around and chatted to Sang Qiao: "What? The young man quarreled with his partner? There is no hurdle for the young couple to get over, just get on with it!"

Sang Qiao didn't answer immediately.

The car drove all the way to the side of the road by the moat, and moved forward along the dazzling lights.

Sang Qiao leaned against the car window and looked at it for a while, and finally said, "It's always different."

The driver just lit a cigarette, and the smoke curled up along the car window: "What are you talking about, young man?"

Sang Qiao didn't speak any more.

The car finally stopped at the gate of the dilapidated community.

After paying the fare, Sang Qiao walked along the bumpy boardwalk in the community to the door of the unit, and climbed to the top floor in the stairs that were sometimes lit and not lit.

Open the door.

The house smelled of dust after being vacant for a long time.

Sang Qiao pulled away the light bulb hanging in the room.

Dusk instantly enveloped the square bedroom.

Sang Qiao changed into his slippers in a dignified manner, and locked the door carefully.

Go to the table.

Pour out the white water that was left in the mineral water bottle for an unknown amount of time.

drink medicine.

Retracted under the covers.

However, long-term drug resistance seems to be finally showing up today.

Sang Qiao tossed and turned, but finally couldn't fall asleep.

Seeing that the light outside the window lit up again.

Sang Qiao stood up like a corpse, reached for the phone, and checked the time.

About to put the phone back.

But accidentally bumped into the list of recent contacts, and dialed the number of Xu Qiran who was ranked second.

Sang Qiao froze for a moment, just about to hang up.

But Xu Qiran on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be asleep, and picked up the phone almost at the first ring: "Sang Qiao?"

Sang Qiao hummed lightly.

Xu Qiran's voice hesitated for a second: "Sang Qiao, are you okay?"

Sang Qiao nodded, and said slowly, "I'm fine. Brother Ran, I seem to see my sun."

Xu Qiran didn't understand what Sang Qiao meant for a while, but he didn't dare to ask specifically at this time, so he could only vaguely say: "Is that so, isn't that very good?"

Sang Qiao also smiled slightly: "That's right...but how can a person like me deserve to have the sun?"

Xu Qiran finally heard the hoarseness in Sang Qiao's voice this time.

He was startled: "Sang Qiao, are you crying?"