Meeting You Is My Simple Happiness

Chapter 192 You are all the same

The quilt that Ye Qiwen held in her hand only covered her chest, and her exposed skin was bruised. Last night, Song Zhuochen's behavior towards her could be described as rape. He was crazy, no matter how she resisted, how she reminded her that it was Ye Qiwen, she was not the kind of woman he thought. He couldn't even hear it, and completely treated her as a vent.

Ye Qiwen stared at Song Zhuochen, her eyes showing slight hatred. She loves him, but she is not low enough to allow him to be insulted.

The hangover-stricken Song Zhuochen had a terrible headache. The first person he saw when he woke up with a frown was Ye Qiwen with resentment in his eyes.

"Ye Qiwen?" Song Zhuochen's confused eyes were startled, and he sat up and said in surprise.

"Now you know it's me?" Ye Qiwen's eyes flushed with anger and hatred.

Song Zhuochen put his eyes on Ye Qiwen's bare skin. The traces on her body made Song Zhuochen frowned. He raised his hand to lift the quilt and quickly covered it. I instantly understood what happened.

"I..." Song Zhuochen swept his hair in annoyance with his hand. He drank the pieces last night, and the memory in his mind was also confused.

"Let's go!" Ye Qiwen retracted her gaze, but indifferently gave Song Zhuochen three words.

Song Zhuochen is extremely sorry: "Ye Qiwen, I was yesterday..."

"Go! You let me go!" Ye Qiwen threw the pillow next to her, unwilling to listen to his explanation.

Ye Qiwen is usually gentle. Song Zhuochen knows that she is a good girl. It is inevitable that she takes this kind of thing very seriously, so she didn't fight back even if Ye Qiwen hit the pillow in her hand.

He raised his hand and said to Ye Qiwen, he was extremely sorry: "I'm sorry for what happened last night, what compensation do you need, I will do my best."

"Compensation?" Ye Qiwen paused, with a sarcasm on her face. If she wants to make up for it, then last time, she won't run away. Then she can ask for it. Why wait until this time?

Ye Qiwen let go of her hand, the pillow fell on her face, and a wry smile on her face: "It turns out that you and them are the same kind of people... I thought that when you saved me then it was enough to prove that you are different from him Yes, it looks like you are all the same now."

"What did you say?" Song Zhuochen looked at Ye Qiwen not quite clearly.

Ye Qiwen looked at him with disgust in her trembling eyes.

He certainly didn't remember that it was because she dropped out of school. At that time, she was almost assaulted by the teacher at the time. He taught the teacher a lesson. It was for this reason that Song Zhuochen was dropped out of school. At that time, Song Zhuochen was really Ye Qiwen’s hero. She followed his news for so many years. No matter how much lace news he had, she thought he was different. Now it seems that he is different from that teacher. ? In contrast, Song Zhuochen is more excessive, isn't it?

Ye Qiwen lowered her head, her emotions suddenly calmed down, and she said in a low voice: "Forget it, that's okay...I'm paying off."

While she was talking, she touched her clothes from the cabinet and put them on without shy away from him.

Song Zhuochen watched her every move, she was very thin, the lines on her back were very beautiful, and the smooth skin made him react to this serious situation. Song Zhuochen secretly scolded himself shamefully, took up his own clothes and put them on.

"Let's go." Ye Qiwen, who was dressed, sat with her back to him, and only said this lightly.

"Ye Qiwen..."

Ye Qiwen didn't look at him, her voice was still faint: "Let's go, don't contact me again in the future."

Song Zhuochen knew that Ye Qiwen could not talk to him well now, so he picked up her coat and could only propose first: "I will talk to you again tomorrow."

Ye Qiwen twitched her mouth lightly, just showing a weird smile.

She sat on the edge of the bed and didn't move until she heard the door closing, her shoulders relaxed slightly, and uncontrollable tears fell on her palms.

Ye Mu sent a text message to Ye Qiwen, but she didn't receive a reply for a long time, so she couldn't help but mumbled: "Why didn't the second sister reply to me..." She still had something to ask Ye Qiwen.

"She may think your message is sent in groups, and there is no need to reply." Mo Shen added to the magazine in his hand.

"How come? I brought a title." Ye Mu denied it while staring at the phone.

Ye Qiwen did not reply to her text message. She sat on the bed and fiddled with the red envelope that Mo Shen had just sent her. She opened the seal of the red envelope: "Look at whether the uncle is generous or stingy."

"Isn't there a custom that you can't open the red envelope to check the quantity in front of the owner?" Mo Shen reminded Ye Mu very kindly.

Ye Mu didn't stop, but he blinked his eyes playfully at Mo Shen: "The little uncle turned his back, so that it won't be counted as being in front of the little uncle."

Mo Shen watched Ye Mu secretly open the red envelope with his back like a little mouse, a little bit dumbfounded. It turns out that there is such a usage without being in front of the other party.

The red envelope that Mo Shen gave her was very thin. Ye Mu originally thought that Mo Shen was just taking a red envelope. But the red envelope he gave did not contain any money, but an unlimited black card.

"This..." Ye Mu naturally recognized this card, and the money in this card could not be measured by the word red envelope.

"The card I gave you before has no record of consumption. I think I might have lost it. I have prepared another one for you." Mo Shen faintly murmured, holding her shoulders, his deep eyes paid attention to the look on her face, and asked with a smile :"Like it?"

Ye Mu carefully rubbed the card in his hand and looked up at Mo Shen: "Actually, my uncle doesn't need to give me the card. I have money myself, and those are enough for me to spend."

She has her own job, and it's still a lucrative job. She couldn't spend the money she made, and couldn't spend the money in this card at all.

"You can save your own money for later use, or make some small investments. These will be responsible for your daily expenses." Mo Shen put the card in Ye Mu's palm and made the decision for her.

Mo Shen's mind is clearer than hers. He is her husband, and she doesn't have to divide the matter very clearly, and she took the card and said, "Well, it will cost a lot by then. Uncle won't blame me, right?"

She was joking in the last sentence, staring at Mo Shen with a tentative smile on her face.

"With your husband, I'm not afraid of you spending money randomly, or not spending money." Mo Shen hugged Ye Mu very grandiosely. Ye Mu can't spend his money even if he spends it presumptuously. Don't forget, Mohs's money is not limited to getting in.

Ye Mu leaned in Mo Shen's arms and turned over the card and looked at it: "There are so many benefits to marrying a rich husband."

"Only this benefit?" Mo Shen asked, looking down at her.

Ye Mu's eyebrows are crooked, and his smile is particularly beautiful: "Of course it's more than that, but the benefit seems to be more direct."

As he said, Ye Mu put Kali on his lips and smiled. Mo Shen lightly pinched her nose and shook his head helplessly.

(End of this chapter)