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    Feng Jian lowered her face, thinking in her chaotic brain how she could be so dominant in the flesh business.  He frowned: "Who made you so big?"

    "Shut up," Wan Yun warned him, "If you talk again, be careful I force kiss you."

    The rest of the time, someone remained deathly silent.

    He allowed Wan Yun to take off his clothes, feed him water, and bandage the wound on his neck.  But when she was blow-drying her hair, Feng Jian couldn't bear the pungent smell of shampoo: "Do you think of me as your dog?" She knocked Wan Yun's hand off her shoulder in disgust, "Okay, okay, okay.  , can you go away quickly?"

    Seeing that Feng Jian was almost clean, Wan Yun really wanted to take off her dirty clothes.

    She took Feng Jian outside: "There is a password lock switch in the room. If you can crack it, you can leave on your own."

    Feng Jianjian sneered contemptuously: "How can this little trick defeat me?"

    When Wanyun walked out of the bathroom, Feng Jian was still pressing the keypad on the phone with her head down.  Hearing the footsteps, he turned around and said, "What is the password?"

    Wan Yun took the phone from Feng Jian's hand and originally wanted to call the Mid-level Villa and the driver to report that they were safe, but found that the phone interface had been broken in half at some point.

    Feng Jian met her surprised gaze and explained logically: "I originally thought that if I unplugged this interface, I could push the door and walk out. But I didn't expect the line would be easily broken anyway. Is this thing important?  ?¡±

    Wan Yun comforted him: "You can get away if you pay some money."

    Feng Jian was silent for a moment, then took the phone from her hand: "I can actually install it again."

    After such a tiring night, he had just escaped from the siege, the phone was blocked, and he was in a dark alley. Feng Jian's cell phone had been locked by his own cleverness. Wan Yun simply decided to spend one night in this small hotel.

    Feng Jian on the other side had given up on repairing the phone. He was holding the broken phone, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at Wanyun, and said calmly: "Is this your first time standing on the street? What's your name?"

    Wanyun looked at him and answered word for word: "My name is Li Wanyun."

    Feng Jian's eyes widened as expected, and then she showed a thoughtful expression: "Oh, what a coincidence, I know someone also named Li Wanyun." After a pause, he added, "She is probably a little prettier than you - a little bit."

    Wan Yun looked at the distance between Feng Jian's index finger and thumb, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips: "You can't just look at appearance as a person."

    Feng Jian said expressionlessly: "Indeed. But she is still my wife, in name only. And I promised her that she would not touch other women during the entire marriage - although the verbal promise is still valid.  "

    Wan Yun smiled: "You really abide by the rules, I already know that." Thinking about him coming to Linlang Street in the middle of the night today, staring at the old building for a long time without doing anything, he asked tentatively, "What else do you have at home?"  Other relatives?"

    Feng Jian seemed to be surprised by this question. He raised his eyebrows and said: "I have a wife, a mother-in-law, and two dogs. Outside of me, I have a house, a car, some money, and a company - but I have no relatives."

    When he said the last sentence, the man's voice was still very steady, speaking in this "that's it" tone.  Without sadness, nostalgia or any emotion.

    Wan Yun asked softly: "Your former relatives¡ª¡ª"

    "They are all dead, my parents, and my uncle." Feng Jian cut her off and said calmly, "My parents have long been forgotten. As for my uncle, he was admitted to the small clinic more than 20 years ago.  In the two days after he left, I stood at the door all day long, waiting for my uncle to take me home, but there was no such person in the world - I don¡¯t blame the doctor for this It is a difficult-to-treat disease.  Even if you have money, it¡¯s hard to save your life. It just depends on how long you can delay your life. However it¡¯s very painful. I will always remember what he looked like before he died.¡±

    The phone cord was wound around the man's finger several times, tightened slightly, and then loosened.

    Many people say that Feng Jian is indifferent. That¡¯s because no one has ever waited in a pool of dark red blood and the sunset, so long and endless.

    Feng Jian continued slowly: "Also, I may inherit my uncle's disease. Well, it is physically possible. Although I am still fine, it is indeed a possibility. I occasionally think of this myself.  Kind of something."

    The originally very narrow room suddenly became empty after he finished speaking, as if there was an echo.

    In this silence, Wanyun wanted to speak several times, but was speechless several times.  She lowered her head slightly, avoiding the drunken indifference and toughness on the other person's face, and only stared at the dark green phone on his knee.

    ?Feng Jian seemed to be able to easily know what she was thinking. He tapped the phone impatiently: "Why do you women do this every time! Don't think of me as pitiful. I work all day just because I want to complete myself."  career ideal. I make money not because I want to make money to treat my illness, but because in the process of making money, I can avoid having emotional interactions with others - do my best in everything and listen to fate. This is good. I don't want to discuss the future.  Things¡ªand my head hurts so much right now, when are you going to leave, woman? Don¡¯t prostitutes work at night?"

    Wan Yun was speechless and still looked at him blankly.

    Feng Jian raised his eyebrows impatiently again in this silence.  He observed her expression from the opposite side for a while, then suddenly looked away and said coldly: "Okay, I'm not sick at all. Li Wanyun, have you been deceived by me again? Why don't you have a long memory?" Impatiently  Throwing the phone on the ground, he kicked it open and said, "Okay, close the door before you leave¡ªahem."

    Wan Yun suddenly leaned forward and hugged Feng Jian.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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