Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6168 Return to the original owner (11)

But as soon as she finished speaking, Wen Lu's anger that had just subsided rose again: "Nursery rhyme, I told you, you and I are both adults, don't talk about love with me! I don't care about your past and How long have you known Xie Yifei, how affectionate you are, whether you have ever been in a relationship, you should forget all those crap now, instead of giving me a cuckold for Wenlu!"

Nursery rhymes have nothing to say.

She is so tired.

Don't talk about love with him, it's nothing more than that there is no love between them.

His anger and anger all came from the man's dignity being ignored and trampled on, and he thought she had cuckolded him.

Are adults not worthy of talking about "love"?

If you don't deserve it, you don't deserve it. She won't talk about it in the future, because she doesn't have any.

The jumping flame that he personally ignited in her heart is now extinguished by him.

In fact, it's quite fair, that flame once brought her light and hope. Although it's heartbroken and painful now, at least she had a good time.

No matter what, she still thanked him, the him who was more than ten years ago, and the him who gave her Momo.

It was raining heavily outside.

Ancheng was still immersed in the noise of thunderstorms, the sweltering heat of summer was coming, and the air conditioner in the bedroom was blowing a cool breeze.

Tong Yao lay down again, clenched the silk quilt tightly with both hands, and closed her eyes.

She's really... tired.

Wen Lu really couldn't figure out why she could still sleep.

Annoyed, he picked up the divorce agreement on the bed and tore it up indifferently.

"Tear" -

The sound is harsh.

Tong Yao's heart trembled.

Wen Lu threw the debris off the bed, slammed the door angrily and left!
The lights are still on.

Tong Yao couldn't fall asleep, but she was very tired and didn't want to turn off the lights, so she lay quietly on the bed.

She even forgot at all that she hadn't eaten for most of the day, her stomach hurt so numb, and she couldn't feel the pain.

Wen Lu went downstairs.

There was a lot of commotion upstairs, but the servants and bodyguards downstairs were on guard, and no one would say a word.

Wen Lu beckoned them all out.

He was the only one left in the huge living room.

The bright light of the crystal lamp shone on his slender body. He lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa and smoked it vigorously.

He smoked a lot on the way back, but he was not satisfied, and he still wanted to smoke.

Wen Lu frowned, his pupils were dark and deep.

He just sat on the sofa like this, not saying a word, not moving, only smoking a cigarette.

Soon, the living room was filled with smoke, and the white mist surrounded him.

Wen Lu smoked until he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he was in a trance.

He just sat in the living room all night without going anywhere or doing anything.

The sky outside the window gradually returned from late night to day, repeating itself, but the rain was still falling.

Anseong in summer is rainy, thunderstorms, such a season of continuous rain makes people feel very irritable, and the chaotic sound of rain falling between the sky and the earth makes people feel suffocated.

The dark sky, the rain like a curtain of water, and the quietly standing villas all blend into an ink painting.

Gradually, it dawned.

The day comes early in summer, and although it rains, the day that should come will still come.

The butler was frightened when he came to the living room early in the morning. The room smelled of smoke, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts. Wen Lu's tall body was sunk in the sofa in the living room. He didn't know if Wen Lu had been lying there all night. .

The ground is also full of messy soot, light gray.

(End of this chapter)