In retrospect, for that day, Wen Li only remembers that the night wind was very cool, the streets and buildings lost their color, there were no pedestrians, and no vehicles could be seen, the sun set forever, and the endless overcast.

In the rainy weather, the air is damp and muddy.

Everything sucks, there is no hope, it never seems to get better.

I don't know who threw something on Wen Li's body, her forehead was wet, and so was the thin knitted jacket, which had a vaguely unpleasant smell.

The wind blew past, Wen Li's long and slightly curly hair looked a bit messy, and there was no longer a nice warm fragrance.

She didn't cry, but she was breathing heavily and trembling constantly, and the fingertips of the hands covering her ears were so white that they lost all blood.

There is no end to the chaos, no end to the noise.

Lili, don't cry.

She comforted herself like this again.

Don't cry oh it's not worth it.

not worth it.

When the screams sounded, Wen Wen thought it was an auditory hallucination. On such an occasion, is there anyone more embarrassed than her?

She didn't collapse, didn't scream, and who made such a shrill sound?

Wen Li moved away the arm that was blocking his eyes, and looked over in a daze.

A young man wearing glasses, probably a professional paparazzi, was held by Chen Hezheng by his collar, and his other hand was holding the paparazzi's camera.The two-finger-wide black camera strap passed through Chen Hezheng's palm, wrapped it around a few times, and fixed it.

The light of the sky could not penetrate the clouds or the fog, the light was too shallow, and it was an obscure darkness, in which Chen Hezheng's expression was hidden and blurred.

Wen Li couldn't see his face or expression clearly, but could only see his raised arms.He didn't speak, not a single word, and he looked cold in black, like a ghost.

The camera with a long focal length lens was as heavy as a brick, and with a strong wind, it fell on the head of the paparazzi.

With a bang, the shell of the fuselage shattered, the paparazzi's head turned to the side, the glasses fell off, cracks like spider webs appeared on the lenses, and bloody saliva was thrown on the ground.

The people surrounding Wen Li buzzed like a cloud of black flies.They were terrified, but also more excited, the camera changed direction one after another——

"My Cao, big news, hurry up! Take it down!"

"How much do you think Tang He will pay this time to suppress the news?"

"The opportunity to make a fortune is here, brothers!"

...

Wen Li was frightened by Chen Hezheng's ferocious appearance, the cold wind blew past, her long hair was flying, and in a daze, she remembered what the doctor said to her——

"The patient has a history of bipolar disorder, you know that?"

...

"Pay attention to his mental state at any time, don't make him too tired, let alone stimulate him."

...

"He has started to have a fever, which is not a good sign, understand?"

...

A Zheng, he is now irrational and out of control.

The paparazzi wearing glasses seemed to be on the verge of dying after that blow, and limply slumped to the ground, unable to stand up.

Chen Hezheng had no expression on his face, his eyes were blackened thoroughly, as if he had fallen into a closed world.The arm was raised again, and the camera, as heavy as a brick, was still held in his hand, covered with a layer of cold light.

Wen Li was startled. She stood up from the ground and pushed away the strangers who stood in front of her.An adult man who was around 1.8 meters tall was staggered by her push, Wen Li didn't even know that she could burst out with such great strength.

"Chen Hezheng, stop!" She shouted at him with all her strength, "Stop!"

There was a slightly choked voice, with a crying voice, and the traces of sadness were so heavy.

The moment the sound fell, Chen Hezheng subconsciously looked in the direction where Wen Li was standing.

He seemed to have heard her voice, but he didn't seem to hear it, relying entirely on an instinct.

The matter of loving her was engraved in his bones.

I don't know when it started to rain, the wind was so cold, and the night was so quiet.

The light from the street lamps was very dim. In a convenience store not far away, the sensor door opened and closed, and the siren of a certain car sounded, and there was a piercing sound.

Against the background that seemed out of control, Wen Li wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, pursed her lips, and said in a gentle tone, "A Zheng, don't hit anyone."

"Come here," she said, "and give me a hug."

The rain fell silently, falling on Chen Hezheng's hair and clothes, even the eyelashes were covered with moisture.He looked terribly cold, irrational and unresponsive to any persuasion.

However, the next second.

He let go of the camera in his hand, and also let go of the man who was almost unconscious, moved his pace, and came in front of Wen Li.

Wen Li raised his eyes subconsciously, and looked at him through the misty rain and mist.

The pupils of both of them were deep and moist, like the light of rainwater.

"A Zheng."

Wen Li called him, his heart throbbing sourly.

For the first time, she felt so clearly that she affected all of Chen Hezheng's emotions, could make him lose control, and also bring him back to calm.

...

For that day, Wen Li's last impression was a hug.

Chen Hezheng's arms wrapped around her, and then hugged her tightly. She smelled his scent, and the cold and fear dissipated instantly.

On the rainy street, everything was blurred, except for the girl Chen Hezheng hugged, who was colorful.

His tall stature enveloped her and protected her.

Such a picture is both decadent and colorful.

Not far away, the horn of a car sounded, and several cars with luxurious logos appeared on this street.

The sound of the rain seemed to grow louder.

Chen Heying got out of the car, and the bodyguard stood behind him, opening a black umbrella.

"Mr. Chen," a middle-aged man who looked like a secretary stood beside Chen Heying and sighed, "It's a bit troublesome."

Chen Heying twirled the ring on his index finger, a small habitual movement, a pair of eyes that were naturally ruthless.

"I knew it would be like this," Chen Heying said without emotion, "I should raise him to be more selfish."

Let Chen Hezheng, don't be so affectionate and righteous, don't be so nice.

The secretary smiled, "Little Chen is always such a rare person."

It was a blessing to meet him.

When Wen Li was conscious again, he was in the hospital, his clothes were changed, and his hair and cheeks were cleaned.

The air smelled of disinfectant, and the glass windows were blocked by curtains, making it impossible to see the sky clearly.Somebody's cell phone rang, and Wen Li woke up suddenly. She was a little stressed, and sat up directly.

A hand came from her side, pressed her shoulder, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, we are all our own."

Wen Li turned to look over, "Jia Xun."

Seeing a familiar person, Wen Li slowly relaxed. She held Zheng Jiaxun's wrist and asked eagerly, "Where is Chen Hezheng? He still has a fever, and..."

"Also, bipolar disorder also has a tendency to attack." Someone answered coldly.

This voice made Wen Li froze.

The VIP ward of the private hospital was very spacious. Chen Heying sat on the couch with his long legs crossed, folders on his knees, and an iPad equipped in the ward.

"Beating people in the street and hitting people on the head with a camera was all filmed," Chen Heying said blankly, "Thanks to you, it's really fucking beautiful!"

Zheng Jiaxun frowned, "Wen Li is the same victim as Chen Hezheng, you can't put all the blame on her!"

Chen Heying didn't speak, and threw his hand, and the folder fell in front of Wen Li.

The folder was not heavy, and it landed clearly and silently, but Wen Li felt that it was as heavy as a thousand catties.

She reached over, picked it up, and flipped through it.She couldn't understand many of the things involved in it, but she recognized two names——

Ye Qingshi and Liang Jing.

The surname is Liang, could it be...

"Ye Qingshi, your old acquaintance, I don't need to introduce you." Chen Heying said, "You may not have heard the name Liang Jing, but his only son—"

Wen Li subconsciously said, "Liang Zhaohui."

Chen Heying twirled the ring on his index finger, "A Zheng sent Liang Zhaohui to jail so that he couldn't be bailed out, and Liang Jing wanted A Zheng to die. It just so happened that Ye Qingshi also had the same idea. The surname Liang,Ye, and a small number of Tang He's competitors, the three parties hit it off."

Wen Li's face turned pale, and suddenly, she understood Jiang Yuan's words——

The people behind it are not you, or not just you, they want to destroy.

"You are just an introduction," Chen Heying pointed at Wen Li with the index finger of the ring, "Or, it is an opportunity, their real target is A Zheng. They know that as long as they attack you, Chen Hezheng will definitely jump out, because he loves you."You, to the point of being desperate, was like this five years ago."

It was obviously warm in the ward, but Wen Li felt cold, and his thin back was shivering.

Zheng Jiaxun couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded, "Stop talking."

Chen Heying smiled lightly, "They want A Zheng to die, or destroy him, make him ruined, and make Dong Cheng, a company that can no longer do business, become a joke. As you can see, they want toIt worked."

"Dong Cheng."

Wen Li repeated the name, and for a moment, there was almost water in his eyes.

Not long ago, Chen Hezheng was so full of ambition that he came to see her late at night, told her about Dong Cheng's plan, and wrote down stroke by stroke with his fingertips on the position of her palm——

"Dong Cheng - '东' is taken from part of my surname, and 'cheng' stands for loyalty."

"When the company is on the right track, are you willing to sign the contract with me? Accept this loyalty from Chen Hezheng?"

...

He went to Lin City on a business trip, lowered his social status, socialized, met people non-stop, and drank countless wines, all for Dong Cheng, and also for Wen Li's more stable future.

He didn't want Wen Li to be trapped by anyone, including Chen Heying, he did his best to be her reliance.

Those people, Ye Qingshi, Liang Jing, and Xiaoxiao, who Wen Li couldn't name, took Chen Hezheng's intentions as a weakness, turned his love into a wound, and wanted Chen Hezheng to taste the most painful feeling.

It's so hard to love someone, but it's so easy to hurt someone.

why is this...

"You are now full of scandals. According to common sense, you will not receive a good project within three years." Chen Heying lowered his head, rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, and said in a calm tone, "But Chen Hezheng is obsessed with ghosts and insists on protecting you. DongSincere is a new company, the start was difficult, signing you is equivalent to smashing the brand, and there is no future to speak of."

Wen Li was shaking so badly, Zheng Jiaxun poured a cup of hot water and handed it to her, but Wen Li didn't answer it, and just said, "Those people with cameras are not all reporters, are they?"

The reporter will not pour water all over her body, and there is an unpleasant smell.

Chen Heying nodded, "They know that A Zheng has emotional problems, and they just want to make him lose control."

One move after another, step by step, one wave of unrest, another wave of rise, all arranged.

The most insidious routines were all taken out and used.

Has this winter come too early?

Wen Li thought in a daze, otherwise, why would it be so cold.

It's already snowing outside, isn't there a white and lonely world?

There was too much sadness accumulated in her heart, but she couldn't cry, Wen Li bit her lip until it turned pale.

Zheng Jiaxun was at a loss for such a sassy person, so he could only sit next to Wen Li, getting closer to her.

The ward was quiet, and for a while, no one spoke.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Suddenly, with a muffled sound, someone pushed open the door and barged in. His steps were hurried and the landing was heavy.

Chen Heying frowned, and stopped spinning the ring.

Zheng Jiaxun looked over, a little surprised, and blurted out: "A Zheng, why are you..."

A young man with a tall and straight figure, tall and handsome, with a detached and dignified aura, he seems to always be good-looking, and he will not be embarrassed.

Chen Hezheng ignored everyone, walked to the bed, pinched Wen Li's chin with one hand, and asked her to look up at him.

"Wen Li," he called her name clearly, "We're getting married."