I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot

The rainy night was slightly cool, and the two of them stood under the same umbrella, and the distance was too close.

Sang Qianqian could clearly feel the temperature and breath on the man's body, and gave way to the side a little uncomfortably.

Shen Hanyu had a panoramic view of the girl's movements, and the umbrella in his hand tilted quietly.

If you look at it from the back, most of the umbrella is tilted to Sang Qianqian's side, and half of Shen Hanyu's shoulders are soaked in the rain, but he doesn't care.

The car was not parked very far, and Shen Hanyu opened the passenger car door for her.

Sang Qian pursed her lips, "I'll still sit in the back."

It seems that some people will be very concerned about the position of the co-pilot.

There has been a hot topic discussion on the Internet before "whether the opposite sex should sit in the co-pilot of his boyfriend". Most netizens believe that the co-pilot has a special meaning and should not be used by women other than girlfriends or wives.

Shen Hanyu may not pay attention to these, but Sang Qianqian thinks it's better to avoid it.

She was about to walk to the back of the car, but Shen Hanyu stood still and looked at her quietly: "I rarely drive people by myself."

Sang Qianqian raised her eyes in confusion, "So?"

Shen Hanyu said lightly: "So, don't take me as a driver."

Sang Qianqian: "."

This man has a lot of problems.

She didn't say a word, lowered her head and got on the co-pilot.

The two of them didn't say anything else along the way, and the car was very quiet.

Sang Qianqian thought about what Xia Sitong said, and felt very apologetic.

The shadows and consequences that she brought to Shen Hanyu when she faked her death at the beginning may have far exceeded her imagination.

Not only did he suffer from long-term insomnia and headaches, but his relationship with Xia Sitong also showed cracks.

"I heard Xia Sitong say that the day I was injured was her birthday, and every year on the day of my death, you go to my cemetery to offer sacrifices. I'm really sorry for causing you so much trouble."

Sang Qianqian agreed to let Shen Hanyu send her, but in fact, it was more for the sake of telling him, "Sitong seems to be very concerned about this, so you better coax her. Don't affect your feelings because of me. emotion."

Shen Hanyu's voice was low: "What relationship do I have with Sitong?"

Sang Qianqian also didn't understand a bit. Do you still need to ask her this question?

It wasn't obvious many years ago, of course it was a childhood love that went both ways.

"Don't you like Xia Sitong?"

Sang Qianqian didn't like to beat around the bush, so she simply said, "In the past, you ignored her birthday because of my death. Of course, you have to apologize to her and explain it to her well."

Shen Hanyu's eyes were slightly cold, he raised his hand and turned the steering wheel, the car turned a corner and stopped suddenly on the side of the road.

Sang Qian was slightly surprised, "What's wrong?"

"Sang Qianqian."

Shen Hanyu turned to look at her, his dark eyes were inexplicable: "Who told you that I like Sitong?"

Sang Qianqian felt a little bit struck by a dull thunder, and was stunned for a moment.

No one really told her, but the interaction between him and Xia Sitong at the beginning, can anyone with discernment see it?

Shen Hanyu looked at Sang Qianqian's appearance and knew that she had misunderstood.

He was silent for a moment, "Me and Sitong are equivalent to you and Wen Xu."

Sang Qianqian didn't quite understand why he suddenly said this wordless sentence, and said puzzledly, "Wen Xu and I are sister and brother."

He and Xia Sitong are not.

"so,"

Shen Hanyu looked at her meaningfully, "Only you and Wen Xu are allowed to be siblings, but not me and Sitong?"

Sang Qianqian was stunned, she heard some big gossip tonight.

The mood at the moment may be comparable to Yan Yan's previous mood when she heard that she didn't like Shen Hanyu.

She stammered, "I, I thought you liked her"

Shen Hanyu suppressed his emotions, "Sitong, not my type."

From the beginning to the end, he just took care of Xia Sitong as a younger sister. She had no mother when she was young, and she was very dependent on his brother, so he did his best to take care of her.

This kind of care has become a habit, just like he later took care of his father, Shen Shaofeng, who had inconvenient legs.

Responsibility, but also instinct.

It wasn't until Sang Qianqian's "death" that year that he knew that there was another emotion that was even more unforgettable than family love.

When he was young, he didn't know what it meant to like, and when he understood, many things were irreversible.

Still, he never thought about it.

He is too stubborn.

Even if the heart has been moved, but this heart is not willing to accept another person easily.

Not even Xia Sitong, who had been close to him since childhood.

You have to be heartbroken to love someone.

If you have not been moved, there is no need to like it.

So later, when Xia Sitong expressed his intentions to him, he was astonished and refused without hesitation.

Knowing Xia Sitong's intentions, he can no longer treat her as a sister, and can only alienate her.

That's why he kept his distance from Xia Sitong and his attitude was sparse.

It's a pity that the girl in front of her didn't know anything about it, and she mistakenly thought that he liked Xia Sitong.

"Sitong is not my type."

When Shen Hanyu said these words, Sang Qianqian felt incredible and almost subconsciously said, "Then which type do you like?"

Shen Hanyu didn't speak, his dark eyes stared at her for a moment, with an indescribable meaning.

The emotions in the man's eyes are deep and deep, she can't understand it, she just feels uncomfortable, "Would you like to answer, treat me as if I didn't ask."

Shen Hanyu was silent, but in the end he retracted his gaze.

The car started again, and Sang Qianqian only felt that the suffocating air pressure in the car also dissipated a little, and sighed silently.

Her question was too private. She spoke too fast just now, and shouldn't have asked.

However, the information obtained from the brief communication with Shen Hanyu tonight, almost completely collapsed her cognition over the past few years.

Shen Hanyu said that Xia Sitong is not his type, so he should already have a type he likes?

Sang Qianqian tilted her head to look out the window, the rain poured down the glass, although her face was calm, her heart was faintly filled with a small heart of gossip.

I don't know what kind of girl Shen Hanyu likes.

If he gets what he wants another day, she really wants to see each other's demeanor.

Xia Sitong looked at the figures of Sang Qianqian and Shen Hanyu, and disappeared in the rainy night, her nails almost digging into her palms.

There was no way to tell if it was resentment, jealousy, or anger.

She almost wanted to rush over hysterically to stop Shen Hanyu, but in the end, she held back abruptly.

Xia Sitong drove back to Yushuiwan Villa. Shen Shaofeng was in a wheelchair playing with a puppy. He looked up to see Xia Sitong and was surprised: "Sitong, what happened?"

Xia Sitong's face was full of tears, and her eyes were red from crying, "Uncle Shen, Sang Qianqian, she is back."

She told the scene when she met Sang Qianqian just now, and cried, "It's because of her that Brother Han Yu has become what he is now, but she didn't die at all, and she lied to all of us."

Shen Shaofeng was shocked.

Sang Qianqian, not only didn't die, but actually came back, did you find Han Yu?

The next day was Saturday, and Sang Qianqian was not so busy. Just after calling her father at night, an unfamiliar number called.

"Miss Sang?" The voice was calm, "I'm Shen Shaofeng."