Shi Jian rushed to the bar, and when he was about to push open the private room door, he stopped abruptly when he heard the man's familiar voice.
"How can I not give you face?"
"Mr. Tang, you are making fun of me again." The woman pinched her throat and complained.
Shi Yan slowly opened the door and saw Tang Yan sitting in the corner. Shi Yan walked up to Tang Yan, but her eyes were full of light under the dim light.
"Tang Yan, I have something to tell you."
"I'm very busy. If you have anything to say, just say it here." After saying that, the man shook the wine in his glass, looking lazy.
Shi Ji pursed his lips and said, "I like you."
The man leaned on the sofa and said after a long time: "But I don't like little ones." Shi Yan was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he had been rejected for the first time in his life, and it was in front of many people in the circle.
Tears fell uncontrollably, and Shi Jian felt that her feet hurt from walking in high heels for a long time. I didn't know how to wear it, so I thought it would be fine if I walked slower, but it still hurt a lot.
Six years later.
Backstage at the Wells Fashion Designer Awards Ceremony, Shi Qian was held in a man's arms. "I was wrong, I'm sorry, forgive me, eh?" Shi Yan pushed Tang Yan away who was too close without changing his expression.
"Mr. Tang, are we familiar with each other?" After saying that, Shi Jian walked out the door.
Intention: Torturing your wife is a temporary pleasure, chasing her to the crematorium.