The exquisite body froze, and then slowly turned around, with a sad and sad smile on her lips.
Jin Zun was about to step forward and paused, his brows twisted up habitually, "Xinhui, why are you—"
"Wow!" A stack of photos was thrown out of her hand, and they were all thrown on Jin Zun's body, from the top of his hair, to his shoulders, to his feet. There was a riot of colorful colors, and the photos were hard.
The edge lightly scratched his face, a small trace of blood, and his voice was drowned in the rain of photos.
He bent down stiffly, and the crystal light reflected on the photo, reflecting in his dark pupils. The fog gradually dissipated, and his consciousness began to wake up. He held one of the photos between his two fingers and turned it over.
The Mercedes-Benz logo is clear and dazzling in the photo. The car door is half open. He is wearing a black suit and holding one hand on the door. The passenger seat separates her profile, her delicate and tranquil oval face, so beautiful. He
His eyes were so focused. The picture seemed to be frozen. As he looked at himself in the photo, a chill gradually rose from the soles of his feet.
"What? I'm not Su Mozheng, am I disappointing you?" Bai Xinhui stretched out her hand to pull off her wig, and her big chestnut-colored curly hair fell down and rolled down the edge of her cheek. There was pain in her eyes, and her finger bones were clutching
The wig was almost pinched and broken.
"Are you looking for someone to follow me!?" Jin Zun's pupils narrowed, and he slowly stood up with the photo under his arm. The photos on the ground were all in the dark, with nothing else in the background, but they vividly outlined the two of them.
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"If I didn't find someone to follow you, how would I know that you and Su Mozheng are still connected!" The wig was thrown down and stepped on several times. Bai Xinhui's eyes were full of anger.
"Are you talking nonsense!? I have nothing to do with her!?" He roared ferociously as if someone had touched the most vulnerable corner of his heart. At the same time, he took the photo in his hand and tore it into pieces. "These photos do not prove that
What!" He raised his hand upwards, and debris fell one after another.
"You have..." Bai Xinhui said with a wry smile: "Look at what you look like now. When I mention Su Mozheng, you become like this." She slowly knelt down and picked up one of the photos.
.That was the scene outside Lan Se's door, when Su Moqin ran away and Su Mozheng chased after her. Jin Zun's eyes glared into the distance, and that eager look could not be faked.
"Jun, I have known you for more than ten years. How can I still not understand who you are?" She raised the photo in her hand and sarcastically said, "Look, you look so angry and nervous.
ah."
"Zun, have you fallen in love with her?" Bai Xinhui asked very slowly, the expression on her face seemed to have turned into an ice sculpture.
The crystal light was dazzling, the white bed quilt, and the person on the pillow in white clothes in front of him, her red lips opened and closed, spitting out the most terrifying words in the world, that was the spiritual sound that he did not want to touch.
"I don't, I don't love her!" He felt suffocated in his chest, stepped on the photos, and shouted loudly. His black and red eyes were like the eyes of a beast, shining red, "Xinhui, this
The joke is not funny at all!”
He calmed down and wanted to come forward and pull her arm, "Enough trouble, it's late, let's go to bed."
The palm was opened, and he stared blankly at the empty palm, looking at her puzzledly, "Xinhui..."
"You still say you don't love her! You still say you don't love her!" Bai Xinhui looked at the man close at hand and couldn't suppress her crying whisper, "Sir, you can lie to yourself, you think you can lie to me.
?"
She held her head and squatted down slowly, tears sliding down her cheeks, "I thought that after you were with me, you would be able to think of me wholeheartedly, only me...have you forgotten?
"What did you say to me before? You said you would grow old with me and we would never be separated. Sir, does what you said to me still count?" She sat on the ground without any image, crying.
Bring rain.
Jin Zun stepped forward and wanted to help her up, "Xinhui, stop making trouble, okay? You see it's so late, the children are almost woken up by us, if there's anything we can talk about tomorrow, okay?"
The sound of cheerful footsteps came from outside the door. Bai Xinhui was still crying, "You still said you don't love her. If you don't love her, you haven't touched me in half a month. Are you tired of it?
I'm crying, oh oh oh oh..." she said and started crying again.
It came again and again, and every time something happened, she would always threaten him with things from the past. Jin Zun was already very impatient with this, and he couldn't say anything to her. He owed her something that he would never be able to pay back in this life.
"Dad -" A child called out loudly behind him, and the footsteps paused. Zhezhe looked curiously at Bai Xinhui, who was sitting on the ground crying with tears streaming down her face, "Why is mommy crying?"
"Zhezhe——" Jin Zun just wanted to hug him, but the child had already walked towards his mother on his short legs, and awkwardly wiped the tears on Bai Xinhui's face with his little hands, "Mommy doesn't cry, Mommy doesn't
It hurts, mommy, please be good."
Jin Zun smiled bitterly. Although this child belonged to him and Xin Hui, he never kissed him. He didn't know if it was because of congenital mental retardation.
"Why did you come out? Go to bed!" Bai Xinhui slapped Zhezhe's little hand away and said to the housekeeper who was standing in panic at the door with his head lowered: "What on earth are you doing? Why did you let him come out!?
" She stood up and pushed Zhezhe to the housekeeper, "Take him to bed and don't keep coming out to make trouble for me!"
"Yes, ma'am!" the housekeeper replied fearfully.
Jin Zun frowned, but fortunately he was used to this scene. Before the housekeeper left, he said, "Take these photos and throw them away by the way!"
"Yes, sir!" The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and started to pick up the photos. Jin Zun stepped back and watched the latter finish picking up without missing any one, and then closed the door.
"Don't think that throwing away these photos means that these things between you two don't exist." Bai Xinhui sniffed and turned away angrily.
Jin Zun stepped forward, hugged her into his arms, held down her hands that were moving randomly, and placed them on her lower abdomen, "Xin Hui, I promise you, I really don't love her." His chin rested on hers.
There was a murmur of frustration in the crook of his neck.
"How do you prove it?" The latter shook off his hand and stepped away.
"What do you want?" His patience finally ran out and he looked at her frustratedly.
The light in the room suddenly disappeared. She stood at the switch with a swaying smile. She tapped her fingers and moved to the tie in the middle of the nightgown. The ribbon fell, and as it danced, the silk nightgown followed.
fell off her shoulders.
The exquisite and smooth body was slim and graceful, but his eyes became dark.
The smooth beauty walked towards her step by step, her hot breath blowing in his ear, "If I want you to love me, that means you really don't love her." She stretched out her hand to push, and Jin Zun slowly fell towards her.
The bed behind him.
The clothes fell to the floor, accompanied by Jin Zun's rough roar again and again, "I don't love her! I don't love her!..."
Rough breathing, moaning, and a harmonious melody between men and women were played in this early morning.