Liming Lang drove the car without speaking. He kept thinking and getting angry. Jiang Yuezhou's seemingly great exit actually set up the biggest obstacle for him, even if Ye Beibei would marry in the future.
Give it to yourself, and every time you think about crossing the river, you will think of this sad and beautiful night of farewell.
The car drove to the downstairs of Ye Beibei's house. Ye Beibei picked up the bag, turned his head and said brightly to Li Li: "It's too late, I won't invite you. Go back and drive more carefully. Goodbye!"
Liming Lang looked at Ye Beibei's slightly red eyes and calm expression, and asked doubtfully: "Are you really okay?"
"It's okay, the cold is almost gone." Ye Beibei answered briefly.
Liming Lang pressed his forehead and said with a wry smile: "You know what I'm asking you about."
Ye Beibei looked into his eyes and said softly: "He has already said let go, why are you worried?"
"He is retreating in order to advance, saying that only those who love the deepest will not be able to bear your pain. He is openly promoting himself and secretly belittling me. He is beautifying himself. How can he really want to let go?"
I want you to love him even more!" The smile that still existed on Liming Lang's face faded away, and his dark eyes became deeper and sharper than they had just now.
Ye Beibei looked out the window. Jiang Yuezhou was engraved so deeply in her heart that it was not easy to uproot him. But it didn't matter. She had decided to forget him. From then on, all the love life of that man was with her.
It doesn't matter, she turned to look at Li Minglang and smiled happily, "Don't worry, I have grown up long ago and will not easily believe in the story that love is greater than everything, and that Cinderella and Prince Charming can live happily ever after.
The words he said had no impact on me."
Liming Lang pushed away the messy hair from her forehead, trying to see her and her true thoughts clearly, but she was still smiling like that, with a childish look on her face, so he smiled and said, "Okay, as long as
As long as you don't want him, don't believe the nonsense he says."
"Well, I don't believe it." Ye Beibei nodded, turned around and was about to get out of the car.
"Beibei." Liming Lang's eyes tightened, and he stretched out his hand to take her hand into his, squeezing it tightly, "Come home with me tomorrow, and we'll get married right away, okay?"
Ye Beibei broke her hand away from his, feeling an inexplicable courage and determination surge in her heart. Many emotions that she didn't even understand piled up like a mountain. She smiled at Li Minglang and said, "I've thought about it.
, although little Moyan is your child, I don’t necessarily have to be with you. There are countless single mothers now. I don’t care if there is another one of me, I will not go home with you, nor will I marry you."
After saying that, she opened the car door again to get up and get out of the car, but as soon as her body moved, she was pulled back by a strong force, and then a hand wrapped around her waist. She turned her head stubbornly to prevent Li Minglang from breathing.
She was facing him, but Liming Lang's other hand had already grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.
Li Minglang's handsome face was magnified several times in front of her. She looked at his face and it became even more strange and evil. His slender eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and his eyes were as dark as ink, terrifyingly deep, hiding sadness and sadness.
Pain, and the anger that I tried to suppress, "Ye Beibei, let me tell you, I only allow you to say such nonsense once, there will never be a next time! You are mine, your two sons are mine, how can you
Don’t marry me! Beibei, I don’t care about the past between you and Jiang Yuezhou. Those are all in the past. He has given up on you now and will never care about you again. From now on, there will only be us in your life, only us!"
Li Minglang looked at Ye Beibei steadily, with a little tenderness and pity in his beautiful and charming eyes, as if he had already seen through the fragility hidden in Ye Beibei's heart. He raised his hand and carefully held her hair, and his voice
There was a sadness and helplessness that Ye Beibei had never heard before: "Ye Beibei, listen, I love you, I only love you, and I will never let you leave me."
Before Ye Beibei had time to think, Liming Lang's soft lips had already covered her, blocking the words of rejection she was about to say. His kiss was fierce, with a confusing taste of wine, as if he wanted to take everything from her.
Tossing and turning.
Liming Lang pressed Ye Beibei tightly to his chest, his body heaving with rapid breathing, and the close contact of his skin caused waves of tremors and numbness in him. He consciously provoked Ye Beibei, making her wet and slippery.
The lips and tongue penetrated inch by inch, teasing Ye Beibei with superb skills, and the big hands fanned the flames everywhere, conquering the city and territory all the way, and the lips and tongue greedily sucked her beauty and sweetness.
Ye Beibei kept struggling. During her struggle, she caught a glimpse of Ming Lang's thick black eyelashes and closed eyes. She instantly thought of Jiang Yuezhou's appearance. The strength that was about to disappear suddenly rose in vain. She could not let this night change.
She was so overwhelmed that she regained her composure and clarity in her eyes. When Ming Lang raised his head to take a breath, she pushed him away hard and said in a hoarse voice: "I have a cold. I hope I can pass it on to you."
"Welcome to the infection." Li Minglang smiled breathlessly. He is a smart man and knows when enough is enough. He rubbed Ye Beibei's hair with his hands, "Don't think too much. Remember to take medicine when you go back and have a good sleep. Tomorrow morning
I'll pick you up."
Ye Beibei nodded to him, and when he turned around, he smiled sadly.
Because she didn't have a good dinner, Ye Beibei started to have a stomachache in the middle of the night. She had gone to bed late and got sick again. She was so sleepy and exhausted that she almost didn't want to get up. After struggling to sit up for the first few times, she fell down tiredly.
After returning to bed, I couldn't stand the throbbing pain in my stomach anymore, so I held my stomach, bent over, and managed to get up to find some medicine.
After taking the medicine, she glanced at the time. It was now two forty-five in the morning. The sky outside was dark and dark. Because she had just taken the medicine, the effect of the medicine had not yet taken effect, and her stomach still hurt like a needle.
, she stood in front of the window, remembering what Jiang Yuezhou said: "...I won't grab it anymore. It's not that I can't grab Li Minglang, but that I'm afraid of your pain, and I'm afraid of your crying. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand. It turns out that
It’s really the one who loves deeply who is willing to let go..."
Her face looked even whiter under the light of the bedroom, almost bloodless. She looked out the window, using the dim orange light of the street lamp, looking at the place where Jiang Yuezhou had parked a few days ago, in a daze.
These days, she has been dealing with two men, Jiang Yuezhou and Liming Lang, trying her best and exhausting all her energy. It feels like she has never been so tired in her life. But in the end, it is because she is too soft-hearted and can't harden her heart.
Not only was he scarred, but others were also scarred.