Before the words were finished, Su Anle was pressed onto the bed by Sheng Jianan, the man’s face completely darkened, and the deep black eyes flashed with fire.
"Why?"
Sheng Jianan almost uttered word by word, his anger undisguised. He didn’t understand; they were clearly so close before, he clearly felt that she still had feelings for him. How could she now say such things so calmly?
What did she an by saying she would avoid him in the future?
What was she avoiding?
He wanted her by his side.
"No reason. I’m doing well now, and I don’t want to disrupt my current life. Our relationship should have ended with Mr. Sheng’s departure. Isn’t this good enough now?"
Sheng Jianan’s hand tightened unconsciously, making Su Anle feel sowhat pain, but her face still remained calm. Sheng Jianan closed his eyes tightly, the anger inside him like a volcanic eruption.
He suddenly let go of her hand, quickly walked to the bedroom door, gripping the doorknob firmly: "Calm down. I don’t want to hear those words again. Don’t even think about leaving without saying a word, Tang Yanqi. I’ll say it again; you stole my heart, and except by my side, you shouldn’t think of going anywhere else."
"Bang."
After speaking, Sheng Jianan slamd the door and left. Even with great self-control, he couldn’t bear the separation of three years, only to have the person who finally returned repeatedly say she was leaving again.
Rushing out of the villa directly from the upstairs, Sheng Jianan punched the big tree, the rough bark cutting his fingers, but he seed completely unfazed.
Walking along the neighborhood street for a long ti, Sheng Jianan arrived in front of a villa, hands hanging on the door as he knocked "bang bang bang."
The door opened, and Zhou Chengze, looking displeased, was about to curse, but seeing who was standing at the door, he swallowed his words: "Brother Nan? How co...?"
Sheng Jianan’s eyes were sowhat bloodshot, crimson in color, looking terrifying.
Zhou Chengze quickly stepped aside to let him in: "Brother Nan, what’s going on with you?"
Sheng Jianan ignored him, walked straight to the liquor cabinet in Zhou Chengze’s house, reached inside, took out a bottle of wine, and without even looking, opened the cap and poured it into his mouth.
Zhou Chengze paused, hurried over, and snatched the bottle from Sheng Jianan’s hand: "Wocao, Brother Nan, what the hell are you freaking out about?"
Sheng Jianan cast him a cold glance and said nothing, directly walking to the living room, leaning back on the sofa, a hand covering his forehead.
Zhou Chengze casually put down the bottle and followed along. Before he sat down, he heard Sheng Jianan’s low voice: "Ah Ze, she’s back."
Zhou Chengze’s sitting motion stalled, his butt stopped ten centiters away from the sofa. He turned to look at Sheng Jianan, holding back for a long ti before speaking: "She... Tang Yanqi?"
"Mm."
Zhou Chengze instantly jumped up: "Damn, since when?"
"A few days ago, I just brought her back today."
"Shoot, isn’t that a good thing? You guys..."
Zhou Chengze spoke and then suddenly stopped, seeing Sheng Jianan’s state, he recalled Sheng Jianan’s crazed state when Tang Yanqi first disappeared and the tornt Sheng Jianan had inflicted on himself over the past three years.
Zhou Chengze cald down: "Brother Nan, you’re... you wouldn’t have gotten mad at her, would you?"
Sheng Jianan withdrew the hand covering his forehead, his eyes looking at the ceiling: "Almost."
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