Perhaps, he was also torturing himself because his heart felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
Throwing away the cigarette butt in his hand, his face was very serious. Sitting in the car, his eyes followed the woman, never leaving her.
Xiang Qinglan took out a newspaper from behind with difficulty and placed it at the door of another house. She stood up straight and stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead. She just rested for a moment. When she lowered her head, she saw a pair of
A man's leather shoes, genuine Italian leather shoes. She slowly raised her eyes, but she blinked slightly. It was him.
And she just looked at this man silently, as if across thousands of mountains and rivers, the man who had the closest relationship with her now was a stranger.
She walked past him, and the hem of her clothes swept past him. A cold wind blew on the man's body, but he felt a kind of coldness from head to toe.
His eyebrows were tightly knitted together. Very good, this woman was ignoring her, ignoring him so much.
"Xiang Qinglan," Su Zhetuo suddenly turned around and stared at the woman's back. She was really thorough and ruthless enough. She wanted to be a stranger to him. He hadn't agreed yet, but she dared to do so.
You know, although they are divorced, he does not allow her to treat him like this, and the relationship between them seems to be the other way around.
She had begun to move away, even further and further away, but he began to be anxious. Every day he seemed to be thinking about how to completely forget about such a woman, and clearly understand whether there was someone with her.
One day, when they met again, she said to the surprised person, "Hello, may I ask who you are?"
He doesn't allow it, absolutely doesn't allow it.
Xiang Qinglan heard his voice and turned to look at him. The newspaper on her body was very heavy. She had to go deliver the newspaper because Qing was still waiting for her at home.
They have divorced. Could it be that he has forgotten it? And he is also getting married. There is still a sad feeling in his heart. I don’t know if it is because of regret or because of something. He gave another woman this whole world.
Zhi’s wedding, but she was given a marriage certificate and a divorce certificate.
And he had never loved her. Zeng Jin's care, Zeng Jin's occasional tenderness, and even the small gifts from before were just things he sent her away.
Why didn't she think of it earlier? How could she realize now that the person he loved was never her.
She is his wife, but not the one he loves.
Only the person he loves will let everyone know that she is his wife. Such a wedding is really grand, but it is something she has never had before.
It doesn't belong to her either.
Seeing the slight alienation and pain in Xiang Qinglan's eyes, Su Zhetuo suddenly felt his heart being grasped tightly, and the pain became stronger and stronger with the number of his breaths.
Until he forcefully suppressed the feeling that frightened him, his voice came out cold again, "I didn't expect that Zeng Jin's ex-wife of Su's CEO would actually do such a job in the society. It really shocked me.
Look, Xiang Qinglan, are you satisfied with your work?"
His words were very blunt, and he deliberately emphasized the word "ex-wife". He just didn't like her repulsive expression. It's not that they didn't have a relationship. They had been husband and wife for two years. Instead, in her eyes
of strangers.
Xiang Qinglan had a faint smile on his face, with a distant feeling. He also knew that he was his ex-wife, so since they were ex-wives, they were no longer husband and wife. The current meeting was nothing but an ex-wife.
What else could a stranger be? He soon had another wife and another home, and she also found a relationship of her own. Although it was very hazy, she was very happy.
Seeing the faint smile on her face, Su Zhetuo clenched his hand hard, and it seemed that he could hear the clicking sound of his fingers.
He walked closer to him, his tall body pressing against her, while Xiang Qinglan backed away, not knowing what this man was going to do, until he backed up to a wall, with no way to go back.
She raised her head and stared at the man in front of her. She saw two little ones of him in her eyes. However, in these eyes that were once only his, at this time, there was no love that belonged to him.
My feelings had disappeared with such a disgusting scene.
"Xiang Qinglan, what kind of look do you have?" He stretched out his hand and suddenly held her chin. The extremely delicate skin between his fingers made him reluctant to leave. He stroked it carefully.
He narrowed his eyes, as if he was enjoying something very happy. Strangely, his anger evaporated so easily at this moment.
Only a faint tenderness rose from his heart, so that it penetrated into his whole body and his fingertips. His fingers actually started to tremble. It was clear that he just wanted to accuse, but it was unnatural.
He relaxed his fingers. However, when he stared at Xiang Qinglan's eyes that seemed to be filled with fear, his anger rose again. There was no place in her body that he had ever touched. Where had she not seen before?
She thinks he is a pervert or a pervert, is he, Su Zhetuo, so worthless?
Xiang Qinglan opened her mouth slightly, and the warmth on her chin made her body tremble suddenly. Suddenly, the scene of two people entangled together appeared in her mind, and the woman's snow-white body was entangled.
She fucked the man, and the man plundered her vigorously, his breathing, her sighs. They were on the big bed she had slept on before, on the big bed she had decorated, in front of her and the unborn child.
Dingbao’s noodles.
Her face suddenly turned pale, and a feeling of nausea made her vomit uncomfortably. She suddenly pushed his body away, squatted in the corner and vomited.
Su Zhetuo looked at his hands in disbelief, and then at this careless woman. She actually vomited because of his touch. He just made her feel sick.
This damn woman.
Xiang Qinglan stood up holding on to the wall. The heavy newspaper on her body made her look shaky. She wiped off the dirt around her mouth. The discomfort became more and more intense. He was very dirty, really very dirty.
dirty.
Su Zhetuo clenched his fingers, but stopped in place, not daring to go any further, and his cold laughter came, "My ex-wife, you are so disgusting, my touch will make you so
Is it disgusting? You were my bed-warmer for two years, why can't you stand it now?" His words were very poisonous and ruthless. He could be so ruthless to a woman who loves her.