Chapter 1820 Duplicity (41)
"..." Yun Si was stunned.
"marry?"
She blinked and looked at him, suddenly falling into silence.
...Yes, she is married to Mr. Qiao.
Logically speaking, her identity at the moment...
It seems that she is indeed a married woman.
No one ever reminded her, she had forgotten this.
I thought...it was two people starting over.
She opened her lips, looked into his red eyes, and wanted to say something.
But after she suddenly reacted, she didn't know what to say for a while.
What to say? That she still loves Mr. Qiao?
But……
He seemed to care about this.
But if she says she doesn't love her, she can't say it.
Mr. Qiao was very kind to her, thinking about everything for her and arranging everything.
She said she didn't love...
Not realistic.
"..." Why does it feel like she is a scumbag?
It's obvious that they are the same person.
Her long silence seemed to let him know the answer.
He lowered his eyes. His thick eyelashes were very wet, so wet that it seemed they would never dry out again.
Sobbing slightly, the tears that were finally wiped away fell out again.
Like pearls with broken strings.
"Hate you……"
"I hate you the most..."
"I will never like you again..."
"You are a bad woman..."
"..." Yun Si felt like her hands were going to be scratched red.
Before you say you hate her, can you let her go first?
She was helpless and wiped his tears with a tissue.
We finally had a good trend just now, but now we have failed again.
She: "Tsk..."
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The night was long.
It seems that the passage of time has become slow, or even stagnant, without its original speed.
A dreamless night.
In other words, he was so groggy that he even forgot what dreams he had.
When he woke up, Jiang Wen felt that he was covered in sweat, sweaty and extremely hot.
The sun outside is so bright that it shines in, bringing with it the scorching heat of summer.
There was no air conditioning in the room and the curtains were open.
The sun was a little dazzling for a while.
On the bed, he was covered in sweat and covered with a thin quilt.
He lay there, slowly, covering his head.
He frowned, as if his memory was confused.
It was so chaotic that he couldn't remember what happened last night.
It was early in the morning, and the sun outside the window was already very bright.
The scorching sun shines in, making it incredibly hot and irritating.
The man, whose face was still a little pale, lay there and pressed his swollen eyebrows.
He stood up slowly and looked around the room.
The wine bottles on the floor were gone, and his cell phone was quietly placed on the bedside table.
His face was cold and calm, and he looked at it for a long time.
The hands on both sides suddenly trembled slightly.
Eyes downcast, expression unclear.
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At ten o'clock in the morning, Yu Xuewei, who was busy communicating with advertisers, unexpectedly received a call from Jiang Wen.
She wanted to hang up, but was shocked when she saw it was him calling.
He immediately made an apologetic gesture to the advertiser, then walked aside and connected.
On the phone, it's quiet.
"What's wrong? Ancestor Jiang? Is there anything wrong with you again?"
The environment she was in was noisy, so she could only try to find a place with a quieter sound.
Along with the noisy sounds all around, it penetrated into the mobile phone.
The man sitting quietly by the bed, facing the balcony, holding his cell phone, lowered his eyes.
The tone was very calm and light.
"Did you come over last night?"