V2.Chapter 147 (1/2)

At night, Hu Xiaomei comes to Wang Fan's room.

Wearing a cheongsam, she does not knock on the door, but takes out her mobile phone. After all, the upstairs of Wang Fan's room is Liu pangzi and ah Qi. The knock is not loud, but it is enough to attract people's attention.

The message is simple, just four words ”I want to see you.”.

These four words look simple, but contain a lot of deep meaning.

Is it a meeting like an old friend, open up and talk about some topics that everyone is interested in?

Or another kind of meeting, in order to repose some kind of missing feeling?

Or is it a meeting specially arranged for something?

Hu Xiaomei's message is very vague, but she believes Wang fan can understand her meaning.

When the message was sent out, she stood at the door of Wang Fan's room, holding her breath and listening to the movement in the room.

The sound of receiving the message is not big, but Hu Xiaomei outside the door can hear it very clearly. Her body is like a tight bow string. She sticks to the door and dare not move.

There was no movement in the room. It was as if the air inside had been enchanted by someone. At this moment, it became solidified. It could not convey anything that Hu Xiaomei could guess.

Just now also blush face, because of the cold door, gradually faded the warm red, as if infected by the white wall, her face more and more pale.

The scarlet lipstick is dry, because the lips are closed, and it seems to have dried up, making Hu Xiaomei feel that breathing is difficult.

He raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door to remind the man that he was outside his room.

But when she raised her hand to her chest, she slowly put it back.

Some things, you don't take the initiative to do, you will get what you want, maybe just started, some things have ended.

Like the scallion like arm trembling, and finally blocked in the scarlet lips, like to transmit life-saving oxygen to the body, and like to pull the paralyzed body.

”Daddada”

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor is particularly clear in the quiet corridor, which is different from her previous appearance of creeping. Hu Xiaomei, who walks to the stairway, no longer deliberately hides these sounds.

She didn't remember how she got to the third floor, how she opened the door and threw herself on the soft mattress.

All she remembered was that the whole teahouse was quiet, just the sound of her footsteps and the whimper of her shadow behind her.

Burying her head deeply in the pillow, Hu Xiaomei wants to let herself forget all this, but her vain efforts can only make people more sad.

She hates herself!

Hate oneself to become like this, also hate Wang Fan's ruthlessness.

She thought that if she could kneel down in front of Wang Fan, tell the secret buried in her heart and the price she longed to pay for the secret, she would have completely lost her dignity.

But it turned out that all this was just what she thought.

There is no affirmative answer, and there is no indifference to refuse. Wang Fan's attitude makes Hu Xiaomei spend every minute and every second in uneasiness.

Tonight's decision, it can be said, exhausted her efforts, but also let her abandon the final dignity.

The desire for revenge has completely occupied her heart, which is even stronger than when she first knew that Xia Nan was infertile.