Only then can the arrogant and arrogant Lin Qianqian become a vulnerable little woman.
Yan Mubei hated the extreme, and hated the importance of Shangguan Zhixuan to Lin Qianqian, and even more hated her for speaking insincerely.
What was she willing to accept him?
shit.
In her eyes, apart from money and life, isn’t he worthy of her love?
Yan Mubei grabbed the wine bottle, raised his head and poured himself hard.
Abominable dead woman.
Damn dead woman.
What's so great about you? What's so great about you?
I, Yan Mubei, have more women, and you are less.
"Lin Qianqian, you damn stupid woman." The wine bottle was placed heavily on the table by him. He wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth. He raised the wine bottle again and raised his head and poured it over.
It seems that only alcohol can relieve his hatred and allow him to forget the woman with a wolf-hearted and dog-barking dog.
He poured a bottle of red wine worth tens of thousands of yuan directly into his stomach like drinking tea.
Because of anger and irritability, the wine spilled all over him, and the fragrant smell of wine spread in the clean study.
The man's red eyes were always staring at the picture on the computer screen.
She was still lying on the pillow, her loose hair half-covered her face, and she pressed her forehead with one hand, as if she was crying sadly.
Today she wore a short skirt, which is the most popular pleated short skirt this year, just covering her perky little butt.
The white and tender long legs were placed in a S-shaped curve. At this time, she lay down on the bed casually, lifting her skirt, and the skin under the skirt could be vaguely seen.
The man's movement of sobs and wine froze, staring at her with fierce eyes.
His fingers reached to the person on the screen, first her face and then her body, drawing her curves bit by bit.
Throwing away the wine bottle, he held the laptop's screen in his other hand, tightly.
This woman is his beloved woman.
Yan Mubei's eyes were a little darker, and from the layers of darkness, there was a trembling undercurrent.
Like the sea of dark night, it is constantly surging, rolling out wave after wave.
He loved her so much, but she hurt him so much.
Hurt again and again.
He did everything for her, and she never felt moved or happy for him. Instead, Shangguan Zhixuan called her and caused her inexplicable sadness.
——It’s just that he and I, two of us, stood in front of you fairly and justly, would you choose me? Will you love me?
Yan Mubei felt that this sentence was so harsh, so it made him furious.
Damn, she would definitely choose Shangguan Zhixuan.
Because she said, ‘At that time, I wish I hadn’t loved you.’
If she didn't love him, she naturally chose to fall in love with Shangguan Zhixuan. What a direct and powerful answer.
The two sentences are like the beginning and end echo, answering and questioning, and at different times, they are perfectly interpreted by the two of them.
Those little knives that cut his flesh and blood in their hearts turned into big knives, inserted one by one, killing him, killing his body and mind.
Blood slid down drop by drop.
The heartache that I had never tried before was suffocated.
How could she not love him?
How could she bear not to love him?
Over the past three years, he has always thought of her.
I thought that one day I would eliminate Mr. Chai and remove the safety hazards for her, and then take her back from a foreign country to him.
Thinking of her as shy and happy as before, she held her beautiful little face and called his name one after another.