Xiao Yimo turned around and saw Jin Meihe's eyes wide open, looking at the two of them with a look of surprise, and stepped forward to pull Jin Meihe up.
As soon as Xiao Yimo stepped forward, he smelled an unpleasant and pungent smell of wine. He couldn't help but frown. Women who have finished drinking are the sloppiest.
Now being dragged up by Xiao Yimo, Jinmei and sleepiness were gone. She immediately understood that it was Xiao Yihao who should have called her, but where is Xiao Yihao's house? Why is she at Xiao Yihao's house?
I tilt my head and think hard, but I can't think of anything, and my head hurts.
He raised his head and glanced at Xiao Yihao, who had an angry face, and then at Xiao Yimo. Jin Meihe opened his eyes wide, and unconsciously reached out to the corner of Xiao Yimo's mouth. Why was there blood? Did they fight?
Who hit him, Xiao Yihao? Impossible. Jin Meihe knew that Xiao Yihao respected his brother very much.
Xiao Yimo dragged Jin Meihe out and walked out. Passing by Xiao Yihao, Xiao Yimo stopped for a moment, glared at Xiao Yihao, and walked out of the apartment without saying anything.
After the two people left, Xiao Yihao sat on the sofa angrily, feeling the residual warmth left by Jin Meihe. At this time, he suddenly felt so lonely.
Along the way, Jin Meihe wanted to ask Xiao Yimo why he left her behind
But she also wanted to know where he and Wen Yazhu went and what they did.
But~~she has no position to ask these two questions. She is not qualified. It is written in the contract that she is not allowed to interfere with the other party's private life.
"Why do you drink so much? I hate women who drink." Xiao Yimo said unexpectedly. He knew that Jin Meihe was listening.
He heard it, but Jin Meihe didn't want to explain. Could it be that you told him, girl, I saw you and Wen Yazhu going out, and you got angry, and then you got drunk? And you hate women who drink, so I won't drink?!
"You're mute, aren't you? Why don't you wait for me at the scene and go have a drink?" Xiao Yimo turned around quickly, parked the car sideways on the side of the road, and looked at Jin Meihe with a slightly angry expression.
This sentence made Jin Meihe angry.
"You left me at the scene and asked me to wait for you. Which country's theory? Why should I wait for you? I didn't ask Liang Lie to send me off, so I gave you face." Jin Mei and Teng turned around and returned to wait for Xiao.
Yimo, I’m afraid of you because of my big eyes.
"Xiao family's theory, answer my question" Xiao Yimo was also very angry. He and Liang Lie had a heated fight at the scene. They chatted a lot and even went to drink with Xiao Yihao in the middle of the night.
"Xiao Yimo, don't go too far. I haven't asked you why you've been there yet." I've been holding it in for a long time and it's really annoying not to say it out.
"Wen Yazhu's heart hurts. I took her to the hospital." Xiao Yimo asked involuntarily when Jin Meihe asked.
"My heart aches, I really know how to choose the right time." She acted like a good person at first, but why was she the only one walking on the stage, and~~ and when she looked at Xiao Yimo, her heart ached, and could a heart aches kill someone?
?Is it possible? As for going to the hospital?
"Really, she had a bad heart when she was a child." Xiao Yimo explained again. Seeing Jin Meihe staring at him without speaking, he continued to say, "It was congenital." In fact, seeing Wen Yazhu having difficulty breathing,
When he was holding his chest, he was indeed too nervous. But when he arrived at the hospital, he found that Wen Yazhu's face had not changed. Even when there seemed to be no big problem, he also felt that something was wrong.
However, Yazhu said that she had often been like this this year. He had taken her to the hospital forcibly and he had been dating Wen Yazhu for so long. He had trusted her and never doubted what kind of person she was.
"Jin Meihe, don't go too far." Xiao Yimo suddenly said to Jin Meihe with a cold face. It was strange why he explained so much to her. Didn't the contract say that he was not allowed to interfere with the other party's private life?
"Am I too much? Am I too much, or are you too much?!" At this point, Jin Meihe couldn't help but shed tears again, and all the grievances she had suffered for so long came flooding back.
"I'm a big girl, and I gave it to you for the first time. You won't be the one who suffers in bed. I haven't asked you for any compensation. In this marriage, are you the only one who is forced? Do you have any
I have thought about my feelings. After divorce, I am a divorced woman. If I get married again, will it be easy to find someone who loves me? What are you so cruel about? What qualifications do you have to be cruel to me?" Speaking of this,
Jin Meihe raised her fist, and her pink fist landed on Xiao Yimo's chest one after another.
Xiao Yimo was shocked by Jin Meihe's tearful face and words. Yes, she hadn't said anything for so long, and she had almost forgotten that on that drunken night, she was the man who wanted her for the first time.
As a man, no one knows how important it is to women
And Jin Meihe's strong personality has always made me ignore that she is also a woman and needs someone to take care of her.
Maybe I should be more tolerant and nicer to her
Punch after punch fell, Xiao Yimo held Jin Meihe's pink fist. Now he was also in a tangled mood. Seeing that he was so close to Liang Lie, he was very angry. Seeing that Xiao Yihao was so kind to her, he
He was also angry. Seeing her crying so hard, he could understand her grievance. What was wrong with him?
Jin Meihe struggled with her clenched fist. She didn't want to care whether Wen Yazhu's discomfort was true or not. Through her tears, she saw Xiao Yimo's somewhat guilty face. With the help of alcohol, she leaned up and covered Xiao Yimo's face.
lips
Frightened by Jin Meihe's actions, Xiao Yimo widened his eyes, but did not push Jin Meihe away.
Seeing that Xiao Yimo didn't push her away, Jin Meihe moved her unmoving mouth covering Xiao Yimo's lips, sucking Xiao Yimo's lips regardless of the consequences.