Zhuo Xinren reached into his pocket with one hand and leaned against the door panel. The lowered eyes covered the painful expression in his eyes.
His figure was slender and strong, and the dim light swaying from the wall lamp was projected on him, and the aura of loneliness and sadness gradually opened.
In the room.
Ye Kui leaned quietly on the head of the bed, looking at the closed door.
She knew Zhuo Xinren's feelings for her.
The fingertips that fell on the abdomen subconsciously bent and tightened.
He cared too much about her that he minded the child so much.
However, she is already a wife, and she cannot respond to Zhuo Xinren's feelings for her.
The night is dark.
The dark clouds of thick ink were pressed down layer by layer, pressing very low.
Such night is filled with inexplicable sadness.
In the bar in the living room.
Zhuo Xinren held the red wine and gently shook the wine in the wine glass.
He pursed his lips, and the evil smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth, and the bitterness could not be hidden in his smile.
"Oh, Lord." Lea, who was standing beside her, looked at the man sitting on the bar, with unacceptable pain in her eyes.
When did it last?
Her so lonely and decadent Lord, who has always been above her, has she reached the point of drinking to relieve her sorrow?
Zhuo Xinren placed the wine glass on the bar, and the crystal clear crystal wine glass reflected an increasingly dazzling light on the dazzling marble bar, vaguelying the expression on the man's face.
Stand up.
Zhuo Xinren's eyes fell on Lea, "Lea, you know my bottom line very well."
In that gaze, a sharp cold light was exposed under the complex emotions.
Hearing words.
Lea lowered her head, and was secretly shocked, and the emotions in her eyes were hidden.
She followed the Lord for a long time and naturally knew what the Lord said. "Lord, my subordinates understand."
The vigilant meaning in her words was very clear that if she did something to hurt Ye Kui, then the Lord would definitely not let him go.
This time, she just made it clear, but she didn't nod.
If Ye Kui is the fatal weakness of the Lord, then even if she risked her disobeying the Lord's orders, she would personally get rid of this weakness for the Lord without hesitation.
Her Lord is perfect and noble, and she absolutely does not allow any weakness to exist.
Zhuo Xinren withdrew his gaze, crossed Lea, and walked out of the living room without hesitation.
Push open the door.
Zhuo Xinren walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.
The woman on the bed had already fallen asleep.
Breathing gently, overflowing.
The soft and smooth silk quilt was hidden on her chest, revealing the delicate and smooth little face. The two rows of long and long look like gauze curtains, covering the hatred in her eyes that he least wanted to touch.
At this time, she was quiet, like a sleeping puppet carefully carved, without a trace of expression, and layered soft light was rubbed on her pale face, calm.
Looking at Ye Kui at this time.
Zhuo Xinren took the water cup from the bed cabinet, dipped it in clean water with a cotton swab, and gently moistened her chapped lips. The water droplets on her lips dizzy, and a moving shimmer suddenly appeared.
Can't help it.
Bend down.
Zhuo Xinren lowered his head, his lips lowered more and more, but stopped at a place that was not less than Ye Kui's two soft red lips.
His eyes were sunken.
The evil curled up from the corner of his mouth, and a nearly murmur voice overflowed on his lips. "If I do this, will you hate me more?"