He was full of alcohol, rich and pungent, mixed with a terrifying breath, sweeping over him.
"Haha..." Xiang Yimo sneered sarcastically, "Which eye of yours saw me going out for an affair? I only saw you hooking up with others!" She glanced at Shen standing aside with a cold gaze. Meng Ni.
"Do you care if I'm with other women?"
Xiang Yimo shook his head, "This is your freedom!"
She has her own pride, and she will never beg for mercy and let him give away a little love. The love she obtained by trampling on her self-esteem is too humble and fragile, and will not last long at all.
"You are so virtuous!" Nangong Han let go of her shoulders, walked towards Shen Mengni, and hugged her shoulders, "You are better behaved!"
"Han, you are finally willing to change your mind. We can definitely go back to the past!" Shen Mengni wrapped her arms around him, her eyes sparkling with tears of emotion, and she looked at her affectionately.
The two of them walked directly to the king-size wedding bed as if there was no one else around. There were pieces of rose petals scattered on it, exuding a faint fragrance and the joy of the wedding.
Xiang Yimo took a deep breath, bit her lip, and walked towards the door with heavy and weak footsteps——
"Haha, you are so bad... be gentle..." Shen Mengni's moans were endless.
"You are really a annoying little goblin!" The low and hoarse voice was seductively magnetic.
"Click!" Xiang Yimo quietly closed the door.
On their wedding night, he got extremely drunk, brought other women back, and kicked her out of the wedding room. Is there any bride more miserable than her in the world?
Xiang Yimo swallowed down her anger, gently stroked her slightly swollen belly, and murmured, "Baby, mommy is not angry, because some people are not worthy of being angry for."
She walked along the quiet and dim corridor and stood in front of the last room. After walking around in circles, she finally returned to this room. When she pushed the door and entered, it was quiet and cold inside because she hadn't slept in a long time. , the servant took away the mattress. It was already late at night and everyone had fallen asleep. Why did he have the nerve to ask someone to get up and spread the sheets and quilts?
Now, Xiang Yimo had no sleep at all, so he took out the design draft and drew. Only when he kept himself busy would he forget about him and the pain. Only then would his disordered heart regain its calmness and become as silent as dead water.
"Han, actually I have never forgotten you!" Shen Mengni gasped, exhaling like blue, and took the initiative to remove the sling on her shoulders, "I want you..."
Nangong Han glanced at the door from the corner of his eye, held back his eagerness, waved his hand to push Shen Mengni away, and roared in annoyance, "Get out of the way!"
The flattering smile on Shen Mengni's face froze, "Are you using me to test whether she cares about you?"
"It's good to know, you can get out!"
"Alas..." Shen Mengni sighed, "It seems that she is really generous and doesn't mind which woman you are with!"
"Shut up!" Nangong Han's stern and cold face was covered with a haze, "You can get out! I don't want to repeat it again!"
"When it comes to acting, you have to do the whole thing, how can you give up halfway?" Shen Mengni smiled seductively and threw herself at Nangong Han.
"Go away!" Nangong Han looked disgusted, pulled her hand away, stood up and said, "If you don't leave, I will!"
He walked out of the room angrily. The corridor was silent, and at the end there was a faint light coming from the crack of the door. Nangong Han's black eyes tightened, then he glanced away and turned around to enter the study.
The arrogant Nangong Han never thought that he would fall into the hands of a woman. Is it because he was too kind to her that he was so confident and challenged his bottom line again and again?
Was it only Chu Zhanjin who was shot and recovered?
He was also injured, but Xiang Yimo was indifferent to him. His eyes and heart were all about Chu Zhanjin! Even when he brought a woman back, she showed no concern.
The upset Nangong Han took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and lit one. A faint wisp of white smoke floated up, and the scent of tobacco floated in the air. He looked at the flickering red dots,
He paused with his fingers and put out the cigarette.
The gentle breeze stirred the white window screens and danced lightly in the air.
The clear sunlight slanted in, dispelling the coldness in the room, and cast it on the sofa. A slender figure was curled up, wearing only a thin pajamas, and a clear breeze flowed into the room.
She felt cold and couldn't help but hugged herself tightly with her arms.
There were design drafts scattered on the coffee table and on the body, fluttering slightly in the gentle wind.
"Squeak--" The door slowly opened.
Nangong Han stood at the door, his sullen eyebrows stretched, his brows raised, he quickly took off his coat, stepped forward, and walked into the room.
Suddenly, a string of clear cell phone ringtones interrupted Nangong Han's steps. He immediately exited the room and hid behind the wall at the door.
"Huh?" Xiang Yimo murmured as he was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. He opened his sleepy eyes and grabbed the cell phone on the coffee table, "Teng Yue! Why did you just answer my call now?"
"Xiao Momo, I was drunk last night, so I didn't see the missed call! I will call you back as soon as I wake up today!" Teng Yue's voice was slurred, and he was probably still drunk.
"Drinking again? If you keep drinking like this, you will become an alcoholic soon!"
"Xiao Momo, you called me all night, what happened?"
"How is Chu Zhanjin doing now? Is he out of danger?" Xiang Yimo's voice became obviously anxious.
"Of course! As long as I'm here, he can't die!"
Xiang Yimo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you!"
"What a joke!" Teng Yue's sleepiness gradually dissipated, "Xiao Momo, why are you breathing so heavily? Are you sick?"
"I'm fine!" Xiang Yimo responded to him calmly and added another sentence, "Then I'd like you to take more care of him!"
Nangong Han clutched the coat tightly in his hands, his finger bones turned white, and the tendons on the back of his hands were tense. His eyes flashed with cold light, and he suddenly turned away, his clear back carrying a faint resentment.
Her mind was filled with Chu Zhanjin, her heart was thinking about him, she missed him, but she just couldn't let him go!
Nangong Han stopped at the door of the master bedroom, turned around, opened the door and walked in——