Love Never Ends

Xi Shenyuan took a deep breath and gripped her chin tightly. The usual benevolence and coldness returned to his eyes as he said, "Use your mouth to serve me!"    

The order was extremely domineering.    

"Yes..."    

Receiving the order, the woman kneeled down in front of his noble body and helped him remove the towel from his waist. When the strong mountain appeared in front of her, the woman gasped in shock, then opened her mouth wide … They tightly held his high and mighty aura, and wantonly engulfed him …    

With her hot wet lips.    

Xi Shenyuan's hands clasped her head and embedded his fingers into her soft hair. He closed his eyes and his mind was filled with that teary face and that bright red figure kept swaying in front of his eyes …    

She was wearing a red dress with a hanging belt. The hem of her skirt was very short, not even reaching her knees. Her fair legs moved around in a fluster in front of him …    

Xiao Chen's gloomy eyes were flickering. Every step he took seemed to be on the tip of his heart!    

Shock, joy, a mix of emotions, pain, pain …    

The woman kneeling before him constantly overlapped with her delicate face, as if she was using her seductive red lips to serve him with all her might …    

Blood gushed into his head like crazy, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar woman's face working hard to please him. Suddenly, a sense of disgust rose in his heart, and he pushed the woman away with disgust.    

"Scram!"    

The cold words popped out from the thin lips of the knife. It was bone-chilling cold.    

The woman was so frightened that her delicate body trembled. Wrapped in a towel, she ran out of the room in a panic.    

Suddenly, Xi Shenyuan was the only one left in the cold room.    

He picked up the towel, wrapped it around his waist, and sank into the sofa.    

Casually picking up a cigarette from the table, he fretfully grabbed a fire engine from the tea table. "Pa!" With a "Pa!" sound, flames sprung up and scattered between his fingers. The cigarette butt lit up, reflecting his cold silhouette in the darkness.    

Dark and deep.    

It was as if it was about to swallow him up ….    

In the cold world, he was the only one left!    

After so many years, he seemed to have gotten used to it.    

Smoke curled up from his thin lips like puffing clouds and clouds. It concealed his unfathomable, cold face and made the sharp outline of his face even more eerie and cold.    

"Dong, dong, dong ~ ~ ~"    

Someone politely knocked on the door.    

Nanny Chen's respectful voice came from outside, "Sir, it's the madame's call."    

Xi Shenyuan's pitch black pond became a bit more peaceful. His cold lips twitched, "Come in."    

"Yes."    

Nanny Chen pushed the door and entered. She handed the phone to Xi Shenyuan, who was on the sofa, then left the room.    

"Profound."    

"Yes."    

Xi Shenyuan answered indifferently. His muscular body leaned back lazily with an indifferent expression.    

"You must remember to come back for lunch tomorrow." In the phone, Wen Ping's attitude was very polite.    

"We'll see..." He slowly raised his eyebrows.    

"Son, no matter how much you resent your mother, tomorrow is still your mother's birthday, go back …"    

"I know."    

Xi Shenyuan cut off his mother's words, "See you tomorrow."    

"See you tomorrow..."    

Xi Shenyuan clearly heard the loneliness in his mother's words.    

A hint of sadness flashed past Xi Shenyuan's eyes, but he quickly recovered and mercilessly hung up the call.    

— —    

Wen Ping's birthday party was scheduled to be held three days later at the end of the week.    

Today was just a simple meal for a family. If it wasn't for this reason, how could a family have the opportunity to gather together?    

At the square dining table sat Xi Lanquan, the head of the family, accompanied by Wen Ping on the left and his son Xi Shenyuan on the right. Next to Xi Shenyuan sat his daughter-in-law Qu Mengxi.    

"Nanny Lee, serve the dishes!"    

Since everyone was already here, Wen Ping made a sound.    

Mama Li led a group of maids into the dining room with a golden tray in their hands. They began to serve the dishes in an orderly manner.    

At the dining table, the atmosphere was rather depressing.    

Xi Lanquan had always been the least talkative person in this family, and Xi Shenyuan had obviously inherited his father's good tradition of not saying anything. Seeing that her husband and father-in-law were both sullen and didn't say anything, Qu Mengxi naturally didn't dare to say much.