The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 16 Between him and her, there is no going back
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a gust of cool wind blew, Tang Xinyan shivered suddenly.

The thin body, in the wind and rain, looks more and more delicate.

The heel couldn't be pulled out, and just as she was about to squat down to check, a black Bentley drove over.

The tall and straight man got out of the car holding a big umbrella.

Walking up to her, the man handed the umbrella into her hand, "Hold it, I'll help you."

Tang Xinyan opened her slightly pale lips, and before she could refuse, the man had already knelt down and grasped her slender ankle generously.

The moment his warm palm touched her skin, Tang Xinyan shrank back like an electric shock.

Mo Chiwei cast a sidelong glance at her with dark eyes, "Stand still!" His deep and cold voice was undeniable.

Tang Xinyan looked down at the man in front of him. He held her ankle with one hand and supported her stuck heel with the other. His expression was focused, his face was handsome, and the broad shoulders of the suit were covered with a thin layer of mist from the rain. She moved the umbrella, and put it straight on top of his head without saying a word.

A few seconds later, the heel was pulled out of his gap.

After Tang Xinyan stabilized her body, she returned the umbrella to him, "Thank you."

Mo Chiwei didn't take the umbrella, he straightened up, fixed his narrow eyes on the slender woman standing in front of him, and said in a cold voice, "Where are you going, I'll see you off."

Tang Xinyan pointed to the bus stop not far ahead, and shook her little head, "I'm soaked through, I don't want to dirty your car." If she read correctly, his car must cost at least tens of millions !
Mo Chiwei pursed his cold thin lips slightly, and without saying anything else, he turned around and returned to the Bentley in the rain.

When the car drove away, Tang Xinyan realized belatedly that his umbrella was still in her hand.

Back at Shanhu Garden, Tang Xinyan took a hot bath and lay down on the bed tiredly.

She was hunched over, with her hands wrapped around her arms, like a helpless and lonely child.

Thinking of Fu Sichen, the suffocation in his chest came like a tide again.

She used to think that no matter how bad or ruthless other men were, Fu Sichen would not let her down.

Ever since she was a child, Fu Sichen was the only one by her side. Even though she entered the entertainment circle and made two movies, she has always kept herself clean and guarded that film for him.

She was a conservative woman in her heart, and she refused to hand herself over to him before, just because she wanted to wait until the two of them got their certificates before bridal.

But what did she wait for?
What waited was his calculation, betrayal, humiliation, and injury——

He is the man who was by her side when she was babbling, and has already become an inseparable part of her flesh and blood. Before last night, she trusted him so much, relied on him, and for him, she could give up the entertainment he didn't like In the circle, she can please her mother-in-law and sister-in-law who always make things difficult for her.

She knows that she has a lot of problems, she is stubborn, proud and strong, she doesn't know how to act like a baby to please a man, and she is unwilling to explain too much the rumors that are unfavorable to her from the outside world.

She thought he was the one who understood her best and trusted her the most.

It was her feelings for them, she was too confident!

Shaking her heavy head, Tang Xinyan didn't want to think about Fu Sichen anymore.

What happened last night, she and he can never go back.

She will work hard to protect her heart, and try to remove him from the bottom of her heart!

Turning over, Tang Xinyan closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, but somehow a handsome face appeared in her mind.

Straight eyebrows, deep black eyes, tall nose, thin lips...

When he knelt down to pull out her heels, the muscles of his shoulder blades and arms were smooth and showed a sense of masculine power, which was perfect.

(End of this chapter)