When he returned to the room, he was a little irritable. He got on the bed and hugged Yu Nianen, using his strong and domineering possession to wake her up from her deep sleep.
Yu Nianen leaned against him helplessly, letting him take whatever he wanted.
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As the night deepened, the handsome man's deep eyes were locked tightly on the sweaty and tired face of the woman in his arms, his thin lips were raised coldly, and the cold and evil light in his eyes was so wild that it made people shudder.
He held her hand tightly, brushed her soft cheek gently with his fingertips, and finally slowly stopped at the bruise on her forehead. A flash of anger flashed through his eyes, but more of pity and heartache.
.
What has he done? Isn't it his favorite to come and go?
Why can't he do this alone with this woman?
Even if you can give up your initial love, why can't you let her go?
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss on the bruise on her forehead, whispered into her ear: "Nian'en, it's you!"
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In front of the wardrobe, Yu Nianen gently beat her waist with her hands. After a night of tossing, her whole body ached, as if she had been dismantled and reassembled.
She sorted the clothes one by one and packed them into the suitcase.
When I came seven days ago, my heart felt like it had been cut by a knife, and it hurt every time. When I left seven days later, my heart seemed to be frozen by ice, unable to make any waves.
She didn't ask for any of the things Rong Beiming gave her. They were all placed neatly on the bed.
The man naturally had a stern expression and his face was not pretty at all.
"I'll give it to you." He twisted all his belongings in his hands, "I never take back the things I give away. If you don't want them, go home and throw them away."
"You don't have to give it away..." Yu Nianen looked at his unhappy expression and said nothing more.
Rong Beiming stepped forward and put the things next to the suitcase: "Let's go down first. Someone will come up and get it later."
After entering the elevator, Rong Beiming handed her a signed blank check. Yu Nianen took it and quickly stuffed it into her purse without even looking at it.
"Don't you even look at it? What if the number... isn't enough?" He asked with a lazy smile.
"I believe you wouldn't do that." She replied calmly.
These words obviously made him feel good, and he couldn't help but want to reach out and hug her.
Yu Nianen quickly dodged to the side, his cold face expressionless: "Young Master Rong, we have nothing to do with each other anymore."