1137. Who cares what he is doing, he is such a bastard!
"Which of your eyes saw that I was kicked out?" Chang Che squinted hard, losing all face and wishing to catch someone to vent his anger.
If a blind self bumps into the muzzle of a gun, he promises to beat the person without mercy.
Lu Ting shrank his neck: "My subordinates saw that you were invited out with great fanfare. Young Master, there is really an emergency at the base. You should go back quickly and accompany Miss Qiongying. There will be many things to do in the future."
Chang Che glanced with a knife.
Then he looked away, got in the car, and closed the door arrogantly.
An order was given: "Let's go!"
In the villa, Mother Lin sighed.
He opened the door and looked outside. Alas, he turned back and walked into the dining room: "Miss Yingying, Master Che is really gone."
She was picking up the rice, then suddenly stopped talking, looked up with her nose, and made two grunts with her mouth full of rice.
Just leave, no one cares!
Bad guy, don't come to me for the rest of your life.
She took a few bites, but she had no appetite at all and couldn't swallow the food. She simply put down her chopsticks, locked herself in the room alone, and looked at her back with a mirror.
But even if she made a hole in her back, that small line of words would never come back.
"Even if I hate you to death, I still want to live with you forever."
Is it difficult to have a sore nose?
Why not wash away everything else and leave only this sentence? She never really hated her in her heart. All her hatred only stayed on the surface of her skin. She just... just wanted to live with him forever.
Chang Che, you don’t understand why you have to make random decisions?
You know who is criticizing me, but what about you? How good are you? You... are the kind of person who will kill you with a thousand cuts!
She sat on the bed, and there was actually his fallen trousers on the bedside.
Qiongying felt nauseated and immediately took action and threw all his things in the room into the trash can, including toothpaste, toothbrush and even towels.
But half an hour later, by some strange coincidence, she picked up all his things from the trash can, washed them one by one, and put them back in their original places.
"Bitch!" She looked at the mirror and poked her nose fiercely: "You have thrown it away, why are you picking it up? You are mentally ill, you are mentally ill!"
When she returned to the bedroom, she felt as if there were 110,000 ants swarming around her. She grabbed her cell phone and hesitated, wanting to call him to find out where he was.
It's dark and the night breeze is cool. He won't stay in a hotel, right?
No matter what he does, he is such a bastard!
How could she really ignore him? In the end, she dialed his phone number, but couldn't get through three times. She threw the phone heavily on the sofa. She must have really gone back and was on a plane, otherwise
Will not shut down.
What kind of man, don’t you know how to say a few nice words to comfort yourself? If you say a few more words to me, won’t my anger disappear? Why don’t you know how to say a few more words to comfort me?
Chang Che returned to the base and fell down on the big bed in the living room with a thud. He put his head on his hands and was still angry. He couldn't understand it. They had already reconciled. Why couldn't he decide for her and wash away the hints?
Wearing a tattoo she hates herself for.
He took out his cell phone, turned it on, and found that there were several missed calls, all of which were from Qiong Ying. He became very angry, and then he got a little better.