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Chapter 292 Belonging to Other Women

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    When he came in, I clearly felt that he glanced at me first.

    Breathing tensely, when I was wondering whether to wake up, Song Weichen threw something on the bed, squinting his eyes, as if it was his coat?  Steady my mind, I quietly closed my eyes.

    He seemed to think that I was really asleep, and after dropping my clothes, he went to the bathroom.  When the door was closed, there was the sound of splashing water inside. I sat up on the bed, staring nervously at the clothes beside me.

    I checked the clothes and found that all the pockets were empty and there was nothing suspicious.

    I put down the clothes in my hand in frustration, stretched out my hand and scratched my head, did I get too influenced by the swallow?  No matter what he does, it is impossible for him to do something sorry to me. Just when I was thinking this way, my nose seemed to smell a familiar and unusual smell.

    Hastily picked up the clothes, I put it under my nose and sniffed it, yes, it was on this coat, this smell definitely did not belong to Song Weichen, my heart sank, when I was searching in my brain who it was, my eyes found another  thing¡­¡­

    A long strand of hair stuck to it. I twisted it up and looked under the light. It was chestnut hair, and my face turned pale. It wasn't mine because my hair had never been dyed.  .

    Staring blankly at the woman's thing in my hand, as well as the familiar fragrance, I already had a general idea in my mind that there is no one else besides Shen Qingluan.

    "Ah¡­¡­"

    I laughed sarcastically, and gently dropped the thing in my hand, and my hair fell to the ground lightly, without a trace.

    By the time the man came out of the bathroom covered in steam, I had already put the clothes back in place, and everything was quiet, as if it had never happened.

    The moment he went to bed, I trembled in my heart, then turned over and leaned against him, opened my eyes, and looked at him fixedly.

    "You didn't sleep?"

    He froze and looked down at me.

    "Um."

    I gritted my teeth and reached out to hug him, even my nails turned pink.

    When he touched my arm, he seemed to feel something. His breathing suddenly became rough, but he didn't move for a long time. I closed my eyes as if waiting for the judgment

    And when a burst of force pulled my arm away from his waist, I even heard the sound of my heart falling to the ground and falling apart.

    He said in a hoarse voice above my head: "Go to sleep."

    I lay there stiffly, my bare shoulders and arms could be seen through the gap in the quilt I closed my eyes, this was the last dignity I had left.

    Everyone is gradually falling asleep, only I am still looking out of the window with my empty eye sockets open, the moonlight comes in, I can vaguely see the pajamas I just took off, curled up on the far right side of the bed, and the coldness fills my whole body.

    With my legs curled up in front of my chest, I hugged myself tightly, gritted my teeth, tears slid down my cheeks, and flowed silently into the well-known pillow. This, really, was the last time I  up.

    When I woke up the next day, my eyes were swollen like steamed buns, and I was huddled under the quilt. I didn't get up until noon.

    In the deserted Song family, there is no difference between me and me.

    I really want to pretend that nothing happened and keep smiling, but it is very difficult. After that day, I want to find some more strong evidence, but I am also worried about seeing it. Double thinking, tortured me to the point of going crazy.

    Once Song Weichen came back late, I would try my best to search his clothes, and occasionally there would be that familiar perfume, but I never saw long hair again, so what happened that night?

    Staring blankly out of the window, my heart seemed to be blocked by a stone.

    "Young Madam, is the dinner not to your liking? I don't think you even ate it."

    Mama Wang was holding fruit in her hand. Seeing that there was no one beside me, she walked up with small steps.

    Rolling my eyes, I focused on her: "No, I'm not hungry."

    "You don't seem to have a good appetite these days. How can there be milk like this? The little lady will be hungry." She looked at me dissatisfied, as if saying that I was ignorant.

    In a trance, I seemed to see my mother talking to me, the corners of my mouth raised, and I said softly: "I know, I will eat well tomorrow."

    Only then did she nod her head: "I'll serve you a bowl of sweet soup later."

    When Song Weichen appeared at the door, my heart trembled, my first reaction was not to stand up, but to avoid my eyes.

    "The young master is back?"

    Wang Ma's tone was full of love and concern that cannot be ignored.

    "WangMom."He held on to the door, speaking with a lisp.

    He drank again?

    "You've been drinking again. Why have you had so many dinners recently? Come on, go upstairs and take a shower. Mama Wang will make you hangover soup."

    "good¡­¡­"

    I sat there without moving, as if everything was none of my business.

    "Where is Chen Yan, what are you doing sitting there? Aren't you going to send me up?"

    The man tilted his head, and from such a distance, his eyes were looking straight at me, his tongue was wide open, and there was a touch of anger and a trace of childish complaint in his tone, he clenched his fists on his knees, I  Said lightly: "Didn't Wang Ma say to send you up? I'll go up later."

    "No! I want you to send me up."

    Song Weichen who was drunk was very unreasonable, he propped one hand on the wall, and with the other he broke away from Wang Ma and pointed at me.

    I was choked by his words, and for a while, I couldn't think of a better reason to reject him. The atmosphere froze on the spot, and Wang Ma gave me two winks frequently, and I couldn't avoid it.

    "Young madam, send the young master up quickly, or the madam will come down later."

    She almost caught my weakness, my expression changed, I was tangled in my heart, the two people at the door looked at me, in desperation, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and stand up from the sofa and walked towards Song Weichen, and said forcefully: "Go up  Bar."

    The corners of his mouth were raised, revealing a charming smile, his heart seemed to miss a beat, and I lowered my head and didn't look at him again. A drunk man is never real.

    Seeing that I came obediently, Wang Ma narrowed her eyes and showed a gratified smile, then turned and went to the kitchen.

    Throwing the man on the bed, I was already sweating and sitting on the edge of the bed panting, I turned my head and glanced at Song Weichen who was so drunk, it seemed that only in this way could he be so cute

    Putting away my thoughts of searching for him, I was just about to bend down to take off his coat, but unexpectedly found something glaring on the white shirt Kneeling down on the side of the bed, I got closer to him  .

    Pupils shrink, is it lipstick?

    Looking blankly at the collar turned up by my fingertips, my heart was trembling.

    Song Weichen, who was about to fall asleep, didn't realize that he babbled twice, turned over and lay on his side, his collar slipped through my hand, but I still didn't respond, and his mobile phone slipped out of his coat pocket following the movement  Landing on the bed, I fixed my eyes and subconsciously took it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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