Chapter 59 059 Mistress?

The street lights outside the venue clearly illuminated the shock and astonishment on Tang Sijia's face.

She looked at Song Xiuren in disbelief, with obvious absurdity and disbelief in her eyes.

There was no expectation and joy.

Time passed bit by bit, and there was silence.

Song Xiuren looked deeply at the emotional fluctuations in the girl's eyes, and his heart sank gradually.

He himself didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Sijia finally regained her sanity: "Xiuren..." She called him quietly.

But she didn't know how to phrase it so that the two of them could talk more decently.

In such silence, the black shadow not far away seemed to dare not listen to the next answer. It took two steps back stiffly and left quietly.

Song Xiuren looked at the girl's embarrassed eyes, his eyelashes moved slightly, and in the end there was only a gentle laugh: "Look how scared you are."

Tang Sijia was puzzled.

Song Xiuren forced a smile: "I was joking."

Tang Sijia breathed a sigh of relief and pursed her lips: "This joke is not funny."

She knew better than anyone that Song Xiuren would rather be alone than be in a bad relationship, but she was still scared when she saw his extremely serious eyes and said "if he is willing" just now.

Song Xiuren looked at her suddenly relaxed expression, lowered his eyelids, and an indescribable obscurity surged in his heart: "I won't do it next time."

After saying that, he was stunned again.

They all knew that there would be no "next time".

Tang Sijia also noticed this and gradually calmed down.

Another gust of cold wind blew, Tang Sijia raised her head, and visible white mist sprayed out from her breath: "When will you return to the United States?"

Song Xiuren heard this and chuckled.

Tang Sijia was puzzled.

"Shichuan also asked me this question," Song Xiuren said, "Look at the way he looks, he can't wait for me to go back immediately."

Tang Sijia lowered her eyelids uncomfortably and did not respond.

"The flight was originally booked for tomorrow afternoon, but there was a meeting, so it was changed to the night after tomorrow." Song Xiuren replied gently.

Tang Sijia nodded gently: "Have a safe trip, Xiuren."

It was still the same sentence.

But Song Xiuren knew that the last time she said this, she was reluctant and bitter.

This time, it was a sincere relief and blessing.

"Okay." Song Xiuren responded gently. Before parting, he suddenly thought of something, "Shichuan was just at the corner behind you."

Tang Sijia was stunned, turned around and looked, and the place was empty.

"He's gone," Song Xiuren said, "If you are very angry, I hope this news can help you vent your anger-"

"He didn't hear your last reply."

Tang Sijia was confused at first, but soon reacted, surprised that Song Xiuren would actually have a side that would get angry with others.

Song Xiuren raised his lips: "I want to see him get humiliated, so I can feel better."

Tang Sijia was silent: "... Thank you."

Song Xiuren shook his head: "I should thank him."

"Thank him?"

Perhaps he really had some selfishness and resentment towards Shi Chuan, Song Xiuren said quietly: "Thank you, Mr. Shi, for helping Song He to make an appointment with the world's top brain expert, otherwise, he would not have recovered so quickly."

Tang Sijia frowned, and after a little thought, he figured out the whole story.

Shi Chuan contacted the brain expert, so it indirectly led to Song Xiuren's going abroad.

I don't know if Shi Chuan has done more crazy things. When Tang Sijia heard such news again, he was not surprised at all, and just said calmly: "I will tell him."

In the venue, Li Yi ran out: "Sijia, our department is going to perform, come in quickly!"

Tang Sijia responded and glanced at Song Xiuren: "I'll go in first."

"Okay."

Tang Sijia's footsteps paused for a few seconds, and finally ran quickly to the venue.

Song Xiuren still stood on the steps, staring at her back, her tall figure was bleak and lonely.

It was not until Tang Sijia's back disappeared that Song Xiuren retracted his gaze and looked down at his clenched fist.

His fist slowly opened, and the palm was pinched white because of the force.

He was nervous.

Just now, when he said "if he is willing", he clearly felt that if she nodded, he might... really agree.

But she was not happy.

There was no joy in her eyes that she wanted to accept him again.

Four or five months, more than a hundred days and nights, perhaps because of his too strong self-esteem, perhaps because he was unwilling to be unloved, or perhaps... he didn't want to be too embarrassed in this relationship, he never contacted her once.

She was the same.

Would they have a different result if he took the initiative once?

He didn't know.

And he would never know again.

He remembered that he once told her: He was a desperate person.

But facing her, he couldn't bear to burn his boats, so he chose to let go.

Be happy.

If happiness is too hard, just love yourself.

Tang Sijia.

*

The annual meeting ended at 9:30 pm, and people from the same department had dinner together again.

Tang Sijia was recognized as an "excellent employee" and received a considerable year-end bonus.

Counting the five-digit bonus, Tang Sijia gradually developed a similar love for his work.

At 11:10, the taxi stopped at the gate of the community.

Tang Sijia was helped out of the car. The cold wind blew, and her drunken brain gradually sobered up.

"Manager Tang, I'm leaving first." The person who helped her was an intern in the department. He happened to live in the community not far in front of her, so he sent her back.

After Tang Sijia thanked him vaguely, she stood on the side of the road and watched the taxi leave before turning and walking inside.

But before she took a few steps, the person stopped.

Shi Chuan stood in a dark corner not far away. I don't know how long he had been waiting. His face and lips were frozen and pale, and he was looking at her quietly.

After a few seconds, he quickly glanced at the taxi going away, walked towards her, and smiled: "Sister, you've been drinking..."

Before he finished his words, a breath of wine and warm fragrance passed in front of his eyes.

Tang Sijia walked around him without looking away and walked towards Building No. 6.

Shi Chuan froze in place, his tall figure swaying. After a long time, he turned around and followed the woman silently, step by step, with a look of confusion and fear. After

entering the elevator, in the narrow space, Tang Sijia stood in the back corner, looking calmly ahead, occasionally glancing at the floor.

Without saying a word.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and Tang Sijia opened the door of her house.

Shi Chuan was still following behind her, until the heavy entrance door "banged" in front of him and closed mercilessly.

It was like separating two time and space.

He tried his best, but he couldn't enter her world.

Shi Chuan stared at the dark door in a daze, with only one thought in his mind: she met Song Xiuren, and after returning, she didn't want to care about him anymore.

He didn't dare to listen to her choice, which was obvious.

His heart was torn apart by a sharp pain, as if even the lungs next door were involved. His fingers couldn't stop the physiological spasm, and his eyes began to flicker, and the long-lasting tinnitus continued to torture him.

She doesn't want him anymore...

At the same time, in the room.

Tang Sijia supported her sore body against the door, and looked at the boy standing outside the door through the video doorbell, her eyes were erratic.

After a while, she turned off the doorbell irritably, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

After taking a shower and drying her hair, nearly an hour had passed. Maybe she really drank a lot of wine tonight. Although the alcohol content was not high, her head was still dizzy and her whole body was a little light.

She was silent for a while before turning on the video doorbell again.

There was no one outside the door.

Tang Sijia looked at the empty screen, paused for a few seconds, turned off the doorbell as if nothing had happened, and returned to the bedroom.

This sleep was hazy, with dreams one after another.

Sometimes she dreamed of the scene when her parents celebrated her birthday when she was a child, but the scene changed and her parents turned into Shi Chuan.

Sometimes she dreamed of the scene when Shi Chuan left.

Sometimes she dreamed of Shi Chuan hugging her and saying "she can find someone else"... all kinds

of strange and ever-changing.

Tang Sijia woke up suddenly from a state of suspended animation when her calf could not help but twitch

. She looked at the time and it was already 2:40 in the morning. With a dry mouth, Tang Sijia struggled to get up and poured herself a glass of water. After drinking it, there was a very subtle sound outside the door.

Tang Sijia froze with the water cup in her hand, and an incredible thought emerged in her mind.

She turned on the video doorbell again, and there was still no one.

But when she opened the door, the boy who was sitting there leaning against the door heard the noise, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked up with a pale face, looking at her, his eyes red, as if they had been washed by water.

Tang Sijia's lips slightly opened, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Why are you here?"

Shi Chuan stared at her intently for a long time, and he asked hoarsely: "You don't want me anymore, right?"

Tang Sijia's heart trembled with his pleading questioning. Perhaps she was still drunk. She looked at the boy's misty eyes, and in a trance, it seemed like she was looking at a deep and clear spring, which made people unable to help but indulge in it.

"After Song Xiuren appeared, you didn't want me anymore, right..."

After this almost desperate murmur, Tang Sijia saw a drop of crystal water falling from the corner of the boy's eye.

Tang Sijia's breathing tightened, and her brain was blank for a short time. When she regained consciousness, her hand had unconsciously fallen on the tear on his cheek. Her

fingertips felt cold, but as if they were burned, and she couldn't move for a long time.

A faint light appeared in the boy's desperate eyes. He froze for a long time before carefully reaching out his hand and covering the back of her hand that was stroking him.

Like a puppy being caressed by its owner, he gently rubbed her palm, his voice choking: "...Don't leave me."

Tang Sijia's fingertips trembled slightly, and her fingers fell on his eyelids along the trace of the tear.

Then, she reached for his black eyeballs.

Shi Chuan's eyes trembled uncontrollably, but soon reopened, allowing her to continue.

Tang Sijia paused for a few seconds, feeling the calm stomach, and then pressed his eyes lightly with her fingers, and the thin contact lenses slid off lightly.

Tang Sijia treated the other eye in the same way.

The dark blue eyes were embedded in the red eye sockets, looking straight at her.

Tang Sijia's hand could not help but stop.

This time, she did not feel like vomiting.

Not at all.

"Sister." Shi Chuan felt as if time and space were frozen. He obeyed her strength and raised his head. The next second, he saw her tentatively leaning down, and her cold lips were slowly covered by a pair of warm and bright red lips.

His heart beat violently, Shi Chuan looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief, clearly struggling in his heart a thousand times, wanting to swallow her up, wanting to touch her skin.

But he could only restrain himself, like a hound locked by a chain, coveting her at the closest place to her.

Until the end of this light kiss, Tang Sijia left his lips, and her lips and cheeks became more and more rosy.

The two looked at each other at a very close distance, and a second before she stood up, Shi Chuan unconsciously chased forward.

No one knew how it happened. The entrance door was heavily closed. Tang Sijia's back was against the door, her head slightly raised, and the boy held her cheek with great cherishment, carefully tossing and turning on her lips.

Their hearts had already experienced too many changes, but their bodies still remembered each other.

The boy's legs squeezed between her legs, and the two bodies fit tightly together, their hot breaths intertwined with each other, and the slightly drunk night was full of pleasure and lust.

Shi Chuan's heart seemed to have countless fireworks blooming at the same time.

Four months and seventeen days.

They could finally be intimate with each other openly.

Until they returned to the bedroom at some point, the small space was like dry firewood ignited by sparks, isolating the cold wind outside.

The loose pajamas fell from her shoulders, and Shi Chuan's kiss fell on her shoulder, and then it stopped abruptly.

There was no longer that gorgeous black buck rose there.

Instead, there was a piece of skin with light scars.

Those two roses were paired.

One of them had already withered.

Tang Sijia came back to her senses from the emotion, her eyes were a little misty, and she followed his line of sight and looked sideways.

Before she could see clearly, two drops of water fell on the skin on her shoulder, and a cautious kiss fell on the scar: "Does it hurt?"

The boy asked hoarsely.

Tang Sijia's eyes were dazed.

In fact, it hurts.

Removing a tattoo is more painful than getting a tattoo.

Especially in the summer, the wound became inflamed several times and she had a high fever several times.

She washed it three times.

Fortunately, each time it gets lighter than the last.

At that time, she thought: Never get a tattoo again.

"I'm sorry..." Shi Chuan said softly, and with a kiss, he said again, "I'm sorry..."

Every kiss was an apology.

He tried to please her in a flattering way.

Until the boy gradually squatted down, Tang Sijia suddenly woke up and held his hair: "Shi Chuan, enough."

He raised his head, and there was a surging desire in his dark blue eyes, but it was suppressed. He looked into her eyes with a faint emotion: "I won't do anything that you don't like."

"I want to make you happy."

As if practicing the last sentence, he tried his best to use his studious skills. Looking at her gradually addicted expression, his eyes seemed to overflow with excited tears because of her joy...

That night, Tang Sijia didn't know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already light outside the window.

I don't know when it snowed again last night, and the buildings outside the window were covered with a thin layer of white.

The headache caused by the hangover came late, Tang Sijia frowned, and couldn't help pressing the solar plexus.

There was the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding lightly in the kitchen. She paused and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

Shi Chuan was carrying two bowls of steaming lean meat porridge out. When he saw her, his eyelashes trembled in panic, but he quickly put the lean meat porridge down: "You're awake, sister."

"Yeah." Tang Sijia responded softly.

Shi Chuan handed her the toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it, and said actively: "Wash up first, sister."

Tang Sijia looked at the toothpaste, then looked at the boy in front of her, took the toothpaste and went to the bathroom.

Shi Chuan stood outside the bathroom, waiting faithfully.

Tang Sijia glanced at him through the mirror, frowned, and closed the bathroom door mercilessly.

Shi Chuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly curled the corners of his lips, but still did not leave.

At breakfast time, the two sat on both sides of the dining table.

Shi Chuan placed the bowl, chopsticks and soup dumplings on the plate in front of Tang Sijia, and added fried eggs and nuts...

Tang Sijia glanced at the overly rich breakfast and paused: "Shi Chuan, last night..."

Shi Chuan's ears suddenly turned red, but when he heard her next words, they gradually turned cold.

"...I drank too much." Tang Sijia brought out the everlasting "excuse".

Shi Chuan was silent for a long time: "Really?" He asked, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Tang Sijia's eyelashes trembled a few times. She looked up and noticed that Shi Chuan had always lowered his eyes. She cleared her throat and returned to her normal expression before she said "um".

"Then you..."

"Just pretend nothing happened." Tang Sijia said calmly.

Shi Chuan suddenly raised his head: "Why..." His voice froze when he saw her overly calm gaze. He remembered something, "Is it because...Song Xiuren?"

Tang Sijia lowered her eyes and did not answer his question.

In Shi Chuan's eyes, this was undoubtedly a default reaction.

The color on his face gradually faded, and he suddenly understood what she meant: "You reconciled?"

Tang Sijia lowered his eyes, thinking of what he had said to Song Xiuren, and there was still a lingering anger in his heart.

"Didn't you talk to Xiuren about this the day before yesterday? Isn't this what you were looking forward to?"

Shi Chuan's lips moved, and after a long time he forced a smile: "Then last night... meant that I could continue to accompany you, right?"

The boy lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I won't disturb you."