I couldn't help but support myself with my hands and lift my knees. Less than half an hour later, my knees were already bloody, red and bruised.
"Hateful old man, I hate you!"
Lan Cun'er cursed softly.
"Kneel down and if you want to get wet, just keep scolding!"
A terrifying sound drifted down from the second floor of the villa, followed by another rumble of thunder and lightning flashing.
Lan Cun'er raised her head and looked up at the source of the sound, and saw Yu Kefan's wrinkled face under the flash of lightning, which was as white as a devil. She sneered and cursed:
"You will be punished for being so vicious. I will be abused by them because of Zhuang Jinghe's escape from marriage. Hateful aunt, hateful Zhu Lihan. If I become a ghost, I will not let you go. No, I can't be a ghost. Zhu Lihan just wants to disappear completely.
, I must escape from here. Damn it, Wen Zeyu, I can still escape without you. Damn it, I will never forgive you again."
Xiaoyun was so frightened that she shrank under the flash of lightning, but she did not dare to avoid the thunderstorm without Yu Kefan's instructions.
As soon as he finished complaining, the sword-like rain came down, stinging the person's skin with burning pain. In an instant, the person was soaked in water.
Lan Cun'er closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, enduring the pain when the rain soaked into the bloody flesh of her knees. It was as if a thousand knives were cutting the flesh of her knees into pieces, a bone-piercing pain.
The rain was still falling mercilessly, and the lightning and thunder continued. Xiaoyun had retreated to the front of the house to take shelter from the rain at Yu Kefan's order.
Only Lan Cun'er, with a trembling and cold body, looked at the blood dripping out from her knees with the rain with weak eyes. She bit her lip until blood came out, and the disgusting taste arose. She leaned on one side softly,
Fainting on the stem, the tender skin no longer felt pain under the sharp stabbing of the stem, but the fuzzy flesh and blood of the knee was still flowing with the rain...
Yu Guanqun got off work and did not go on a date as usual. He went to Taoyun Gallery in person to see the layout of Gu Yingyun's painting exhibition, and also sponsored a lot of money.
After finishing these things, he looked at the lights of thousands of houses and felt empty. However, he did not want to find a woman, and he completely forgot that his wife, whom he called a weakling, existed at home.
He smiled bitterly. If he had met Yingyun first, would the fate of the three of them be different?
How is this possible? When my cousin met Yingyun, he was only seventeen years old. At that time, he was only interested in games, and Yingyun is already twenty-one years old. He should not be interested in a woman four years younger than her.
A man, right?
Yu Guanqun smiled bitterly again, sighed, and secretly swore that if there was anyone else he could fall in love with, he would not give up easily this time. Even if it was a relative or a friend, he would grab it.
But where can I find a woman like Yingyun?
After cheering up, Yu Guanqun drove the car aimlessly and finally arrived at Xingmei Fitness Club.
That night, he played billiards here all night long. He was alone, without cheers or women's fragrance/kisses. He was lonely and immersed in his humid atmosphere like a few wisps of gray smoke, unable to get out for a long time.