She changed clothes one after another until she looked at her beautiful self in the mirror, then nodded with satisfaction. She walked to the table, opened a drawer, and took out a diamond strip.
He put the necklace around his neck, turned around again, and the woman in the mirror became even more indescribably luxurious.
Sure enough, she was a woman adapted to a wealthy family. She combed her long hair. This kind of life was what she had always expected since she was a child, and she finally got it. After closing the drawer, she stared at the other drawer, but she wrinkled slightly.
She drew the very delicate eyebrow shape she had drawn, and opened it gently, but when she saw what was inside, her rosy complexion turned blue at this time.
She put the thing inside in her hand. It was a ring. It was a very simple style. It even looked a bit old-fashioned now. She clenched her fingers and stared at the ring on her ring finger for a long time. Sure enough,
It's different. I threw down the ring and sat on the edge of the bed. There was a kind of suffocation in my heart with nowhere to vent. Why is there still the shadow of that woman here? The color has been changed, everything has been changed, even
, she even changed the bed, she thought she had disappeared, disappeared here, but, in fact, the shadow of that woman seemed to be everywhere, even still in the heart of the man.
If it disappeared, there should be no that ring here. Although he had never brought it, she saw him staring at the ring in a daze more than once. This was his and Xiang Qinglan's previous wedding ring. Sitting there
After a long time, she walked to the mirror. In the mirror was a face full of jealousy. She reached out and touched her face.
Why, she always had an uncertain feeling, as if nothing here would belong to her, including that man.
She tried her best to make her expression more natural. She would always be beautiful and generous in front of Su Zhetuo. He would definitely not like such a jealous look.
Quickly, she picked up her purse and walked out of the room, preparing to sit in the living room and wait for him. However, the smile on her lips was a little ugly.
Su Zhetuo looked at the watch on his wrist and frowned. He put down the information in his hand and leaned back on the chair with his whole body relaxed. However, he remembered that he was going to have dinner with Gong Ruxue and his beloved woman later.
Going to eat should be a happy thing, but he felt like he was coping.
However, after all, she is the woman she loves, and no matter how important her work is, she still cannot bear to let her go hungry.
The woman he loves, love, how much he loves, he closed his eyes, but the shadow of another woman appeared in his mind, with a pale and speechless smile, and the newspaper on his back that could hold her down. He was so stubborn, or because he was true
No more love.
Suddenly, he felt a little upset. He really hated this feeling and hated having his emotions affected by a woman.
And it seemed that the longer time passed, the more unstable his mood became. This was a madness that had never appeared before, and it became more and more intense as the woman faded away.
He threw away the pen in his hand and stood up. He picked up his coat and walked out, but his forehead still hurt slightly.
The two of them were sitting in a high-end restaurant. The woman in front of them was still so beautiful and elegant. The necklace around her neck made her unique at this moment. She was noble and showing off.
Su Zhetuo drank the red wine in the cup. The wine has been collected in France for hundreds of years and is priceless. Anyway, he has plenty of money and can enjoy it to his heart's content, including of course the woman sitting opposite him, Gong Ruxue, who is about to become his wife.
woman.
Turning the cup with his fingers, he looked at the red liquid in the glass. Deep and shallow reds were scattered as he shook it. The flickering light shone on his face, adding some indescribable mystery and mystery.
Cold.
"Tuo, the food here is so delicious," Gong Ruxue looked at this high-end restaurant, which she had recently found, and it was very suitable for their status.
"Really," Su Zhetuo responded lightly. After a tiring day, what he wanted to do most was just to go home and have a good sleep. However, he was forcing himself for Gong Ruxue.
But even so, he still hid it well.
Gong Ruxue's face stiffened. Their feelings seemed to have changed now. He was perfunctory with her, and she was trying to please him. Perhaps, they had always been like this.
"Tuo, you said we got married, where are we going to spend our honeymoon?" She raised a sweet smile again and said in a happy tone. She didn't know whether she was lying to herself or others. In fact, they
We all know that they are not as happy as others imagine, or even as happy as they themselves imagined.
They are together, but there is a feeling that pulls them far, far away.
"You can go wherever you want. Just tell me after you decide." Su Zhetuo took another sip and tasted a very strong aroma of wine on the tip of his tongue. If she wants to go on honeymoon, just take her there.
Anyway, just treat it as a business trip.
He didn't have many expectations, nor did he have much feeling. He stared at Gong Ruxue's still beautiful face, but for the first time, he thought about what he liked about her, so much that he could divorce her for her, and that he could
Marrying for her. In fact, he didn't want this marriage at all.
He can definitely accept her as his mistress, whether he is reluctant to part with her or feels sorry for her.
This emotion may have existed before, but now it is getting weaker and weaker.
And that marriage seemed to make him feel forced.
The man's profile was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression. The wine glass in his hand was empty. The waiter picked up the bottle and poured him a glass of wine.
However, Su Zhetuo stretched out his hand and said, "No, just bring me a cup of tea." His voice was very weak, and there was no emotion at all.
"What kind of tea would you like, sir?" the waiter put down the wine and asked the well-dressed man politely.
"Mint," the man replied without thinking, but he seemed to have fallen into deep thought. Mint was cool and tasteless. He hadn't tasted this taste in a long time.
Gong Ruxue still kept the smile on her face and looked at him tenderly, but no one saw that her hand was clenched into a fist under her body.