Chapter 1820 Duplicity (41)
"..." Yun Si was stunned.
"Married?"
She blinked, looked at him, and fell into a sudden silence.
…Yes, she is married to Mr. Joe.
Logically speaking, her current status...
It seems that she is indeed a married woman.
No one reminded her all the time, she forgot about it.
I thought...the two started over.
She opened her lips, looked into his red eyes, and wanted to say something.
But after she suddenly realized, she didn't know what to say for a while.
How to say? Say she still loves Mr. Qiao?
But…
He seems to mind this matter very much.
But let her say that she doesn't love her, and she can't say it.
Mr. Qiao treated her very well, thought of everything for her, and arranged everything.
She said she didn't love...
Unrealistic.
"..." Why does she feel like a scumbag?
It is obvious that the two of them are the same person.
Her silence for a long time seems to have let him know the answer.
He lowered his eyes, the thick eyelashes were very wet, as if they could never dry out again.
Sobbing slightly, the tears that had been wiped away with great difficulty fell out again.
Like pearls with broken strings.
"Hate you…"
"I hate you the most..."
"I will never like you again..."
"You're a bad woman..."
"..." Yun Si felt that her hands were going to be red from being caught.
Before you say you hate her, can you let her go?
She had no choice but to wipe his tears with a tissue.
It was hard to get a good trend just now, but now it has fallen short.
Her: "Tsk..."
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It's been a long night.
It seems that the passage of time has become slow, even stagnant, without the original speed.
A night without dreams.
In other words, in a drowsy state, I even forgot what dreams I had.
When he woke up, Jiang Wen only felt that he was sweating all over, sweaty, and extremely hot.
The sun outside is so strong that it shines in, bringing with it the scorching heat of summer.
The air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and the curtains were drawn.
The sun was a bit dazzling for a while.
On the bed, he was covered in sweat and covered with a thin blanket.
He lay there, slowly, covering his head.
Frown, as if memory is a bit confused.
It was so messy that he couldn't recall what happened last night.
It was early morning, and the sun outside the window was already very strong.
The scorching sun shone in, and it was astonishingly hot, making people irritable.
The man whose face was still a little pale lay there and pressed his swollen eyebrows.
Slowly got up and looked around the room for a week.
The wine bottle on the ground was gone, and his mobile 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 trembled suddenly.
Eyes downcast, expression unknown.
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At ten o'clock in the morning, Yu Xuewei, who was busy communicating with advertisers, received a call from Jiang Wen unexpectedly.
She wanted to hang up, but was startled when she saw that it was him.
Immediately made an apologetic gesture to the advertiser, then stepped aside and connected.
On the phone, it is very quiet.
"What's the matter? Ancestor Jiang? What's wrong?"
The environment where she is located is noisy, so she can only try to find a place with a slightly lower sound.
Together with the noisy sounds from all around, they penetrated into the phone.
The man sitting quietly by the bed, facing the balcony, holding a mobile phone, lowered his eyes.
The tone is very flat and light.
"Did you come over last night?"
(end of this chapter)