C111 Enjoying
C111 Enjoying
"Mo Yawen, don't use Ji Qingyi as an excuse anymore! You should think about yourself. Look at yourself, and think about your intimate actions with that man recently. How good do you think you are? " Ye Shaoting pointed at Mike, who was standing not far away, and shouted at Mo Yawen. This was probably the only time he lost control of his emotions after the death of his and Mo Yawen's children.
Mo Yawen caught something wrong with Ye Shaoting's words and replied with a cold smile, "Recently? Ye Shaoting, how long have you been following me?"
Ye Shaoting did not hide the fact that he followed Mo Yawen at all. He replied, "So what if I followed you? If not for me following you, how could I have found out about the relationship between you and that man?" In the end, his voice became unprecedentedly cold, "Mo Yawen, think about it yourself. "
Mo Yawen's tears, which had been rolling in her eyes, finally could not help but flow down. She had never seen such an indifferent Ye Shaoting. Her heart ached bit by bit. She lowered her head, not willing to let Ye Shaoting see her crying.
"Ye Shaoting, don't go too far. " She seemed to be talking to Ye Shaoting, but also seemed to be muttering to herself. Her voice was filled with endless grievance and a trace of despair.
Ye Shaoting turned around and walked towards his car. Then he heard Mo Yawen say: "Ye Shaoting, if I didn't know you, would my heart not be as painful as it is now?" After hearing this, he stopped walking. The pain in his heart intensified, and then he walked away without looking back.
After Mike dispersed the people who were watching the commotion, he walked towards Mo Yawen, who was still crying on the spot. He gently held Mo Yawen in his arms and said teasingly, "My shoulder is temporarily lent to you. "
After Mo Yawen heard him, she put her head on Mike's shoulder without any politeness. It began her life. For the first time in her life, she cried loudly on the street without hiding anything.
Mike gently caressed her back, trying to use this action to express his comfort to her. He also wanted to use this kind of method to transmit all of his warmth to the person who was trembling and crying in his arms. Tell her. . . No matter what, he would always be by her side.
In fact, the first time he saw Ye Shaoting in the restaurant, he knew that the story between Mo Yawen and Ye Shaoting was definitely not that simple. Ye Shaoting's eyes did not hide his desire and desire for Mo Yawen, as well as a desire that only men could understand.
Outside the dining room, he heard the two people arguing loudly on the street as if they did not care about his image. Although he did not understand the content of the argument, by observing the expressions of the two people, Mike was even more certain of what he was thinking.
In addition to the information Hsu Qianqian secretly revealed to him, he knew that the man called Ye Shaoting was the man Mo Yawen deeply buried in her heart, the man she deeply loved.
Even if Mo Yawen rejected it, or rather did not want to believe the fact that she loved that man, he could clearly feel that all of Mo Yawen's disguises were no longer effective the moment Ye Shaoting appeared.
There was an ancient saying in China. There was an ancient saying: Those who are involved are unable to understand, and those who are observing are able to see clearly. He thought that this might be the case.
In that drama called romance, they loved each other deeply. But they also hurt each other. They were like two hedgehogs with spikes on their backs, wanting to hug each other. However, every time they got closer, they would feel a little more pain. He thought. . . Using two hedgehogs to describe the current Mo Yawen and Ye Shaoting was perfect.
But what they didn't expect was that such a warm scene in the eyes of outsiders was seen by Ye Shaoting who had returned. In Ye Shaoting's eyes, this scene was so dazzling that it was like a sharp dagger had stabbed into his heart.
Looking at the warm scene in the distance, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. "Look, Ye Shaoting. Your persistence for so many years has been in vain. That woman called Mo Yawen doesn't love you. " After that, he recommended the bar to his friends.
Although it was clear, there was no smoke-filled environment and no deafening rock and roll music. However, there would always be people who would come up to him and hit on him because of Ye Shaoting's handsome appearance. A woman with heavy makeup chose to sit beside Ye Shaoting and ordered two glasses of whiskey from the bartender.
"I'll buy you this one, how about it?" She was so close to Ye Shaoting that she almost touched him. The strong perfume made Ye Shaoting frown.
He moved out a little bit and chose to keep a distance from the woman. He said, "Sorry, I don't need it. "
The European woman didn't bother too much. After hearing Ye Shaoting's rejection, she started to look for other prey.
After a woman left, there would always be another woman coming. After the European woman left, many other women chose to sit beside him. They tried everything to talk to him, even using other methods.
In the afternoon, Mo Yawen's words and Mo Yawen's intimate look with Mike kept appearing in his mind. After finishing the glass of wine, he asked the bartender for another glass of wine.
At this time, the alcohol seemed to be an antidote. It could reduce the unwillingness and pain in his heart. In the end, he still could not do it. He could not watch the person he thought of day and night leaning into someone else's arms to seek comfort. In the end, he could not accept it. He accepted it in Mo Yawen's life. There would be another man in his life who would replace him and do things that should have been done by him to Mo Yawen.
He thought about what Hsu Qianqian had said before. In these three years, Mo Yawen had many admirers. When he thought about how there had been people spying on his treasures during these three years and even doing intimate actions similar to what Mike did yesterday, his lungs were about to explode from anger.
Every man would feel like he was going crazy when he saw the woman that should have belonged to him being held in the arms of another man. As for Ye Shaoting. . . No matter how calm he usually was, or how decisive he was when handling matters, In love, or in front of Mo Yawen, He would also be as angry and sad as an ordinary man. He would even do something that made people feel incomparably crazy.
Thinking about the men who had been by Mo Yawen's side for the past three years, and the intimate actions they might have done, he drank a few glasses of wine that the bartender had prepared for him at the table in front of him. After paying, he grabbed his coat and walked out the door. He wanted everyone to prove that Mo Yawen was his. He wanted everyone to prove that Mo Yawen was his. No one could take her away!
He reached out and stopped a taxi. He gave the address that he had thought of countless times in his heart. He still could not be so generous. He could not tolerate it. Someone had snatched away the person that he was thinking of in front of him. No matter who it was, they could not.
It was because Mo Yawen originally belonged to Ye Shaoting. Her possessive desire for Mo Yawen filled Ye Shaoting's mind. Only God knew that when he saw Mo Yawen crying in Mike's arms this afternoon and seeking comfort, he almost went crazy.
When Mo Yawen returned home, she leaned on the back of the door and buried her head in her knees like a child. Tears kept flowing. She knew that she was powerless today and had said many hurtful words. She knew that the two of them had been hurting each other ever since that incident.
However, she couldn't control herself. Before she could think of a way to face this man, Just like that, this man appeared in front of her domineeringly. In front of Ye Shaoting. . . Mo Yawen's disguise was broken by herself. During this period of time, she had been slowly seeing her feelings for Ye Shaoting. It was also because of Ye Shaoting that she wanted to try and accept Mike. But he actually looked at her like this.
Thinking of every sentence Ye Shaoting criticized her this afternoon, her heart became more and more painful. She knew that Ye Shaoting still loved her, but she also did not understand why these two people, who clearly loved each other deeply, had to constantly hurt their hometown.
She felt tired and began to reject love. Whether it was Han Yuanhuan or Ye Shaoting, it seemed that she was the one who was hurt in their relationship every time. Now, everything was in contrast to the sweetness and happiness of the two of them in the past. It was also enough to make Mo Yawen unable to persist.
She took the cigarette that was placed at the side and lit it. Recently, the frequency of her smoking had become more and more frequent. Actually, she did not want Ye Shaoting to help her solve any problems that she had encountered in the past. He would also seek comfort in Ye Shaoting's arms. Now, other than smoking, she could not find any other way to calm her down. She had helped him before. The person who could comfort her no longer wanted her.
At this moment, the window in the room was once again opened from the outside. Smelling the smoke in the room, Ye Shaoting thought carefully. Mo Yawen did not have the habit of smoking, so it seemed that the smell must have been left by another man. When she thought of the other men who had come to Mo Yawen's house before, He could not help but walk towards the living room with the lights on.
Looking at Mo Yawen holding a cigarette, Ye Shaoting had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He hugged Mo Yawen from behind and snuffed out the cigarette in her hand. He casually threw it on the ground. At first, Mo Yawen was still struggling, but after she smelled that familiar scent under the strong smell of tobacco and wine, She also gave up struggling.
The two of them just looked at each other like that. Ye Shaoting silently sighed in his heart.