After the second marriage, I acted weak in a wealthy family

Chapter 2 Only cheating on my husband
"Uh-huh!"

He Biya nodded.

Promise can't wait to drown himself in a mouthful of saliva.

What is this woman thinking about every day?
Find someone to seduce her, can she still keep her position as the second wife of Mingyao Group?
Is it because she had a grudge against herself and wanted to take revenge on herself when she got divorced?
But now that they are remarried, why is this necessary?
He Biya's calmness made the promise even more uneasy.

What he wanted was the He Biya who was in the broken yard and had three meals with him all year round.

It's not this He Biya, who is always calculating on her own.

"Well what! He Biya, I hate your face that doesn't concern me the most. Do you think I'm really alone without you?"

The promise is pressing step by step, a terrible emotion is burning in the promise's heart, he is going crazy again!

He can't control himself.

He Biya's almond eyes swept past the promised gaze.

She didn't dare to look at him, as if she didn't dare to look at the innocent self.

If she hadn't looked for the promise that day, she wouldn't have realized how painful it was to lose her last relative.

"Am I not alone? Promise, in the sky market you can come and go as you want, but what about me? I have to learn how to climb up bit by bit, how to deal with the people around, how to go one"

He Biya opened her thin lips.

The promised thin lips were pressed up at once, and she was speechless.

Five years ago, they divorced after three months of marriage.

The divorce agreement is signed first.

Five years later, they remarried.

The marriage agreement was signed by He Biya first.

In an instant, Xu promises red eyes, recalling what He Biya once said to herself.

"Didn't you say you would always be by my side?"

A strong sense of loneliness grips the promise.

He Biya's whole body was promised to be pressed on the sofa.

The water from the promise's hair dripped onto He Biya's face, and an inexplicable coolness made He Biya extremely awake.

"Are you blaming me for not doing it? What about you, have you done it? The small yard is so broken, I can live with you, what about you? What have you done for me? You went to your teacher's house to paint and stayed all night, Or throw the cake I made for you in the trash, or in your words, I'm just the spice of your life?"

Memories were exploiting the little beauty He Biya had for the man in front of him.

Promise lowered his head, no matter how He Biya struggled, he wanted unscrupulously from He Biya like crazy, this is his righteous wife, why can't he have it.

He Biya couldn't breathe for a while, and he bit the promise's lips, and the promise suddenly stopped.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were burning with flames, his hands were firmly attached to He Biya's waist, and he murmured in a low voice.

"Even if I'm crazy, it's because of you."

At that moment, He Biya froze, she didn't know what this madman would do to her in the next second.

A burst of pain roamed He Biya's body, and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

Promise kissed him with his blood-soaked lips, and the hot blood and cold tears merged together, as deep as night.

Wake up, you are one day and one earth, the difference between clouds and mud!
Let it go, you can marry anyone, except for promises!
What do you picture him, picture him handsome and can draw, wake up!
Eight years ago, there were two famous flowing scenery in Tianda.

One is He Biya, a small village girl who works part-time in various corners of the school.

One is the promise of a future artist who walks the campus with disheveled hair.

(End of this chapter)