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Shen Xiran, you are not allowed to cry!

She pretended to be innocent and looked at Si Lianye as if she didn't know anything.

He thought for a moment, then said, "Then the next time I see her, I'll tell her that I have something on. She won't be here for the next few days. She'll be back in two days."

"Then is elder sister on a business trip?" Shen Zimo asked.

He hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes, I let her go on a business trip. It will be some time before she returns."

"It's great. I really envy my sister for being able to run all over the world. Unlike me, I can only stay here and not go anywhere." With that, Shen Zimo became depressed.

Si Lianye habitually comforted her: "Your body isn't good, so you should just obediently stay by your side. Otherwise, how lonely would she be if both of you sisters left."

"That's true." Shen Zimo pursed his lips and thought about it, then became happy: "Oh yeah, I haven't seen you in such a long time, I'll give you a present." She then turned around and took out a green sweater from his bag. "I gave this to you. Wear it and see if it suits you. If it's not, I'll take it back and change it."

With that, she brought the sweater in front of his eyes and looked at him expectantly.

He took it and looked at it. "You knitted this?"

"That's right, I just learned it. My skills aren't good enough, so I must have been ridiculed by my cousin." Shen Zimo said with a smile, and then urged him on: "Hurry up and wear it."

He had always treated Shen Zimo as if he was his little sister, so he didn't have anything to hide from her. He took off the sweater he was wearing, revealing his body that was only wearing a close-fitting white shirt, and bent over to take the sweater out.

The entire process looked extremely natural. He was very generous, and didn't feel uncomfortable at all, because he was treating Shen Zimo as if he were his own family, but he didn't notice that Shen Zimo's cheeks were secretly flushed, and his breathing had started to quicken. What he didn't notice, was that right before he took off his sweater and changed into hers, she had secretly taken a photo of his appearance with his cell phone.

Unbeknownst to him, he put on the sweater, looked at it, and said, "It fits, thank you."

Shen Zimo's eyes lit up. So it turned out that the woolen sweater he made with his own hands felt so blissful when he wore it on his lover's body.

She felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest, but she couldn't show it. Otherwise, her cousin would be very unhappy.

She tried to look normal, looked at him and said, "Does it really fit? Cousin, you don't have to say anything nice.

Si Lianye felt it again, and shook his head: "I didn't comfort you, what I said was true. Your cooking skills are very good, and my clothes are very comfortable.

Shen Zimo's face flushed red with excitement. "Really? I'm so happy. " With that, he stood up and pounced forward, gently kissing Si Lianye's face, and then pushed him away before he could even react.

She spoke shyly, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it in for a moment. It's getting late, you should get some rest. I'm leaving too. Goodbye …"

She acted like she was impulsively doing something inappropriate. When she came back to her senses, she felt embarrassed and left while hesitating.

Si Lianye helplessly shook her head when she saw this, and thought that since she was still a child, she didn't take her actions to heart and prepared to rest.

Shen Zimo carried his beating heart and sat in the car. On the car, she realized that the hand he was holding onto his phone for a long time was sweating slightly.

However, everything was worth it. She opened her phone and looked at the pictures inside, there were a total of more than 10 of them, the most precious of them, was the two that she had kissed Si Lianye on, one of them had a very good angle, Si Lianye's expression seemed to be a little pleasantly surprised, but also a little surprised, as her eyes were focused on her face, as though she was looking forward to her kiss.

She looked at it and smiled in satisfaction.

She took a deep breath, flipped through her address book, found a name, put the picture on it, clicked, and sent it.

She watched as the photos were successfully sent out. Seeing that she had successfully sent out the message, she smiled in satisfaction.

On the other side, Shen Xiran was already fast asleep, the phone on the bedside table released a faint light, and then fell silent.

Shen Zimo took a deep breath, waiting for the later questions. She had even prepared how she would retaliate if Shen Xiran questioned her and insulted her, but what disappointed her was, even when she reached home and got out of the car and into his own room, her phone still did not move at all.

She was very disappointed, she didn't know why it was this way, could it be that Shen Xiran didn't care about Si Lianye anymore? Impossible, how could she be willing to give up on a man like her cousin?

Had she gone to sleep?

After thinking it over, she finally gave herself a barely acceptable explanation.

Shen Xiran only saw the photo the next day after he woke up and finished eating breakfast. It was sent to his by an unfamiliar number, she did not know who he was, but she recognized the person in the photo.

Si Lianye was only wearing a white shirt, her expression was relaxed and composed, and in her hand was a jacket, as if she had just taken it off. The surrounding lights were dim and yellow, hitting him obliquely, causing his entire body to be enveloped in a yellow, extremely ambiguous light.

Strictly speaking, this picture was not out of the ordinary, there were already a lot of clothes on Si Lianye's body, so she did not reveal any skin, but for some reason, she could see a trace of indescribable ambiguity from the center, as if the person who took this picture had yearning for Si Lianye.

The person who took this photo was definitely a woman, moreover, it was definitely a woman who had an extraordinary relationship with him.

Shen Xiran understood him, and knew that he was actually very cold in his heart. Normally, people who had just met would not show such a relaxed state of mind in front of him, so, who was the person who took the photo? Why did he have to send such a photo to her?

She felt a pang of pain in her heart. She frowned and wanted to put down her phone, but suddenly, a message came in: "Do you want to know who I am? Want to know what happened to us after last night? "

If she was just unhappy earlier, now her heart was filled with anger. This woman was provoking her, yes, it was a blatant provocation.

She took a deep breath and replied, "Who are you?"

That person was silent for a moment before replying, "A person you don't want to know about. Also, I have more photos. Do you want to see them again?"

Just as she read the message, another picture suddenly appeared. The picture was obviously blurred to the point where only Si Lianye's face was exposed.

She took a deep breath and held her phone tightly. She felt as if her heart had fallen into an icehouse. It was so cold that it made her heart ache.

"How is it? Does it look good? " the man said again.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? " Shen Xiran asked.

"I said it already, I don't want to say it, you can call me a kind-hearted person, because I came to warn you because I couldn't bear to see you continue to be deceived by him. If you think that the photo is fake, you can find someone to check it out."

With that, there was no more news from that person.

Shen Xiran only felt his hands trembling. Looking at the few photos, he knew in his heart that since that person could say such things, it must be true. Si Lianye was indeed with another woman.

She didn't want to continue the relationship with him in the first place. If it was like this, maybe he would let go of Le Le, since he had another woman, he shouldn't be so stubborn towards Le Le and her, right?

That's a good thing, isn't it? She was admonishing herself in her heart, but at the same time, she could not help but feel her heart ache. When she could not bear it any longer, she suddenly felt coldness on her face. She wiped it with her hand and realized that she had unconsciously shed tears.

Shen Xiran has harmed you for a lifetime, and now that there is another woman, there is no longer any relationship between you and him. The only thing that is related is his company, why, why are you crying for him even though he is so useless?

You're so useless, don't cry!

She tried her best to warn herself in her heart, but it was useless. Her tears were like pearls with a broken string. They fell on her face and also on her chest. Soon, her clothes were wet.

She only felt that it had been a long time since she cried so heartily. She cried for a very, very long time with all her heart and soul, not even knowing that someone was knocking on the door.

The servant thought that something was wrong, but after knocking for a long time, she slowly pushed open the door and saw that she was leaning on the bed, crying. She jumped in fright and quickly reported it to Shangguan Zhe.

Shangguan Zhe suddenly stood up upon hearing this, "Didn't I tell you not to tell her about it and to hide it from her? "Why don't you listen to me?"

The servant was terrified, "No, we didn't say anything to her. We hid the news well."

"Then why is she like this?" Shangguan Zhe looked at him with a gaze as cold as lightning.

The servant shrank back, not daring to speak.

Shangguan Zhe angrily left his room, walked to Shen Xiran's room and lightly knocked on the door.

No one answered.

He pressed his ear against the door and listened carefully. Sure enough, he could hear the sound of sobbing coming from inside, sounding extremely sad.

Damn it, I was still discovered by her.

Shangguan Zhe was upset in his heart, thinking about how long she would be sad for now. It can't be that her body was broken again, right?

Could it be that even after she left, she didn't know how to restrain herself? Will he die?

He thought about how he couldn't wait for Si Lianye to be right in front of him so he could give him a punch.