林晚关掉网页，手指在键盘上敲了敲，脑子有点乱。HEAT...HEAT the air...不是那个顶着盛世美颜，最近在屏幕上刷屏的女明星吗？那个每次出席活动都要穿着战袍，腿长一晒就让人挪不开眼的HEAT the air。

她点开新闻配图，那女人依偎在一个男人怀里，笑得像只偷吃蜜糖的小狐狸。男人穿着剪裁得体的西装，侧脸冷得像冰山，但那眼神里的温度，好像一点都没往HEAT the air身上流。林晚眯着眼，那张脸，那张冷冰冰的脸，慢慢清晰起来。

电脑屏幕的光映着她有点苍白的脸。那个三年前，她费了九牛二虎之力才追到手，然后一头扎进婚姻里，从此形同陌路的男人——秦深。

степень meters, the photo showed the young actress leaning close to her husband, her smile bright and playful, almost teasing. The man in the picture, Qin Shen, was even more handsome up close. His features were sharp, his expression cold, but his gaze was filled with warmth, all of which seemed to pour onto the actress rather than his own wife.

林晚的心就像被一只无形的手紧紧攥住了。这个动作，她做惯了。自从嫁给秦深那天起，她的世界就只剩下冷冰冰的黑白灰。他像块石头，不声不响，把她扔在一边，日子也就这么稀里糊涂地过着。

她以为这就够了。婚姻就是个合同，各取所需。她嫁给他，图的是他的身份和他的冷，至少在外人眼里，她是个有头有脸的家族夫人。他娶她，大概也是看中了她家底殷实，还能帮衬着家族生意。谁知道呢？

可现在，这条新闻就像一颗炸弹，在她心里炸开了花。秦深和HEAT the air...这个认知让她浑身发冷。