"Li, look at me." He pulled her shoulder and made her look at him, feeling sorry for the tears in her eyes, "You're crying."
"No." She sniffed and stubbornly refused to admit it.
"Okay, you're not crying." He hugged her into his arms again, patted her back gently, pressed his lips against hers, and after a while he sighed, "Go to sleep."
"No more talking?" She looked at him.
"Let's not talk anymore." He said, but he couldn't talk anymore. In this situation, she made it clear that she didn't want to talk anymore, and there was no point in forcing her. Then... just give her a little more time, he thought. [
She was trying her best to suppress the anger that was constantly pouring out of her chest. Her watery eyes were staring straight at the phone as if they were about to penetrate. She kept rubbing the A4 white paper in her hand with her left hand and holding a pen in her right hand. She scratched the documents placed in front of her desk fiercely, as if she wanted to cut them into pieces. She had already planned not to talk about the blonde, blue-eyed beauty, after a night of settling. But a phone call was enough to make her The suppressed fire suddenly sprang up and burned fiercely, making her heart feel as painful as a red-hot iron.
If the blue-eyed beauty who calls herself Billizz deliberately provokes, then she has successfully been angered! She hates being pointed at the nose by some ignorant women and saying how failed she is in controlling her husband. She has failed so much that her husband must develop outside. , seeking comfort. She hates sharing a man with a bunch of women. She is selfish, very selfish!