He stared at the fruit knife, but did not take a step back. His eyes were dark, like the eve of a huge storm.
He really didn't expect that this woman would have a spring fruit knife ready at any time - he could clearly see that she didn't take it out of her bag, but from the pocket of her jeans. Her movements were skillful and swift. Obviously, it was her.
of inertial action.
This knife is not an ordinary fruit knife, it just looks similar, but it is actually much smaller and sharper than the fruit knife.
She looked at him fiercely, as if looking at a huge enemy.
I knew she was very guarded, but I didn't expect it to be so strong. She was even vaguely disappointed and sad. She was obviously wary of him just like she was wary of the men she met when she was cheating - walking at night for a long time would inevitably
When encountering a ghost, if a man is particularly wretched and vicious, and finds out that he has spent a small amount of money without getting an excessive return, and wants to take revenge - when she cannot get rid of him, she will be ready to risk her life at any time.
However, he did not expect (because he did not want to believe it in his heart) that his status was actually on the same level as those men.
Could it be that in your eyes, I am exactly the same as the men you met in the past? In the past two years, I have never brought you any benefit? During the days of pregnancy, I spent day and night together and waited night and night, but I never served you.
Any woman is so meticulous and meticulous, and she has never looked forward to sharing a lovely child with a woman... and the laughter she left in Jiuzhaigou, the tenderness when she served the meals with her own hands... little by little came together to form a heart-to-heart.
He even always thought that she liked him to some extent - it was only because he refused to marry her that she decided to leave.
He always thought that he was special - at least - second only to Huang Xiaojue.
Especially, on WeChat, her unreserved and heart-to-heart conversations made him even more aware that he must occupy a very important position in her mind.
But now, she is actually fighting against herself!
For the sake of another man, he would take out a knife and point it at himself at any time.
He, Wang Donglin, is not even as good as Huang Xiaojue. He is just one of those wretched men.
His eyes were blood red: "Yan Xixi, you are actually fighting for me for Huang Xiaojue?"
The fruit knife was pointed at him, her face was pale, but her eyes were surprisingly firm. That expression clearly said: As long as you, Wang Donglin, dare to cross the line even half a step, I will never forgive you today.
"Do you really love Huang Xiaojue so much?"
"I have always loved him and it has never changed!"
"You must marry him?"
"I must marry him!"
"Haha, what an infatuated couple, but what I hate the most is people like you..."
She raised her voice: "Get out of the way!"
He laughed, but there was no smile in his laughter. He grabbed the fruit knife in her hand and said, "Yan Xixi, I won't let you go. Unless you kill me today, you can never leave."
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She had always maintained a high degree of vigilance, and when she saw him trying to grab it, she hurriedly avoided it. However, when he took a step forward, her knife was caught off guard and she stabbed him in the heart.
He was impartial and just went straight up to meet him. How could she dare to stab him? The knife reached his heart. His hand shook and he stepped back desperately. He grabbed the knife with his backhand and hugged her tightly with the other hand.
