The cloakroom was very neat and spotless. As expected, there was a bunch of clothes in the rattan basket in the corner. Yu Nianen was a little scared and didn't dare to look through it, but there was another voice in his heart that encouraged him: Go check it out, hurry up and check it out.
She slowly walked over and knelt down, and directly picked up the white shirt. The shirt had many wrinkles and blood stains in some places. It was not very conspicuous, but Yu Nianen still saw it at a glance.
But what she was most concerned about was the buttons. Her hands began to shake, and the buttons on her shirt were all in pieces. More than one button fell off.
The style of the button was exactly the same as the one in her hand. What kind of passion was it last night? Even the button was torn off?
"Master Rong really loves me. He is great. We have been doing it for a long time. My waist and thighs are still sore..."
Qin Shuyi's voice pierced her heart like a needle, and her heart was filled with holes, and blood was oozing from every hole.
Rong Beiming, are you doing this because you are tired of me? Then why are you still so nice to me? Why don't you get rid of me.
I said, don't use other women to humiliate me. You agreed. Are the promises to you all beautiful lies and not worthy of respect?
"Ming..." Yu Nianen hugged his shirt and cried out in pain. He was in such pain, but could not shed a single tear.
Tearless pain and silent sorrow are the most destructive feelings in the world. She once told Rong Beiming that she had no heart. If she really didn't have one, how could she be in such pain and discomfort?
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Could it be said that a woman who betrayed love deserves such a fate? The punishment is to be without love for the rest of her life!!
She slowly stood up, her feet were numb from squatting for a long time, and her body couldn't help but tilted to one side, almost falling.
A pair of strong hands held her body: "What are you doing here?"
"Rong Beiming?" She turned around suddenly and called his name sadly.
"If it's not me, who else could it be?" Rong Beiming habitually pinched her tender cheeks with his fingers and looked at her lovingly and said.
Yu Nianen smiled forcefully, stuffed the shirt into his arms, and said, "Your shirt is dirty and the buttons are off."
"Yeah! Why do you care? Someone will take care of it."
"Ming, what good luck, I picked up your shirt button." Yu Nianen spread his palm and raised it, "Take a closer look, are they the same?"
"Where did it come from? How could you pick it up?" Rong Beiming threw the shirt back into the basket, then took the button in his hand and looked at it, "You picked it up here?"
"No, I picked it up from Shuyi in the hospital." Yu Nianen's tone was very calm, and there was no wave in his watery eyes.
Rong Beiming narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at her for a while, and asked coldly: "Nian En, just say what you want to say directly, don't beat around the bush, it's boring."
Yu Nianen raised his head and looked at the man whom he missed so much that morning, with a flower-like smile blooming on his face: "Are you trying to get angry? Can't you calm down after hearing Shuyi's name?"
"Calm? You want me to be calm?" Rong Beiming looked at her in disbelief, "When you fell on the street and were hit by a battery car, and when the child disappeared from your body, were you very calm?"