Dear President, take it easy

She stretched out her hand, touched the remote control on the bedside, pressed it, and the whole space turned from dark to bright...

The sudden brightness made her squint her eyes.

She looked at him with drunken eyes, and said with a dry smile, "Why, are you going to marry someone else?"

Facing his deep and intoxicated eyes, wanting to find out, a strong sense of uneasiness wandered in my heart...

She was waiting for his answer...

"On the 30th of this month... Sun Xiaoran is pregnant... But even getting married can't change anything, you are still my lover, wait for me for three years, after three years, I will leave her and give you a grand wedding... ..." He helplessly raised one corner of his lips, his eyes darkened, he continued to support the bed with one hand, and traced carefully at the end of her eyes with the other hand.

"Then what have I become? The third party between you? My mother once committed suicide because of the third party's involvement in despair... Do you think I will become the kind of person I hate the most? Since you are going to get married Now, then our relationship will end to the end, and no one will restrain anyone anymore..." After finishing speaking, she decisively pushed him away, straightened her black silk nightgown, got out of bed, and turned to go to the bathroom.

At this moment, her eyes lost all their brilliance in an instant, and her heart seemed to be scratched by a sharp cat's claw...

His wrist was tightly clamped by him, and he sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at her delicate profile.

The messy long hair was scattered on both sides, blocking his sight and making him unable to see her expression at the moment.

She turned her face away, her eyes were sore.

Where his eyes couldn't reach, her eyes were red.

"Don't say it's just me getting married, even if the sky falls, you will still be mine... I said, you are my canary in a golden cage. As long as I don't let you go, you can't leave..." He The hand gripping her wrist became even stronger.

But she was so numb that she couldn't feel the pain, hooked the corners of her lips, took a deep breath, and with tears in her eyes, she still didn't look at him, and said, "You have your choice, I have my principles... want me to be the one in marriage. It is impossible for a third person to... go away!"

The hand holding her wrist loosened suddenly, and she took the opportunity to break free from his restraint, walked quickly into the bathroom, and locked the door behind her.

In the bathroom, there was infinite silence, and there was a bit of chill in the air.

She grabbed her sore chest, stepped on the snow-white wool carpet, and walked heavily towards the bathtub.

In the space of one person, tears kept pouring out like beads with a broken thread...

What's wrong with her, didn't he just tell her that she was going to get married, why did she react so much...

Didn't she always want to leave...

Walking to the bathtub, she knelt down weakly, turned on the faucet, and poured warm water into the bathtub...

The body became limp little by little, and the whole person directly changed from half-kneeling to sitting slumped on the ground.

She kept pulling the long and soft wool on the carpet under her body with one hand, and covered her chest with one hand, staring at the faucet with loose and unfocused eyes.

It is unbelievable what a man says.

Saying I love you one second, telling her 'I'm getting married' the next second...

Ask her to wait for him for three years...

Ask her to be the third party in this marriage...

She really can't do it.

She hates the third party so much, how can she be the third party in other people's marriages.

At this moment, she is like a rose that is about to wither, bleak and dull.

The water in the bathtub overflowed, soaking the snow-white wool carpet and soaking the black nightgown on her body. The warm and sticky feeling brought her back to her senses.

She stood up, sniffed, and told herself that it was no big deal.

He took off his wet clothes, turned off the faucet, and submerged himself in warm water...

She didn't let her head float out of the water until she was about to suffocate, leaning against the cool bathtub wall, put her hands on the edge of the bathtub, and closed her eyes...

She took a bath for more than an hour, and when she returned to the room again, the room was already filled with smoke.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Liang Bo, with only a bath towel around his waist, was standing in front of the window and smoking a cigarette quietly. The background was the city's luxury.

His back is a little decadent and a little lonely.

The cold wind blew in through the half-open window, making his hair twitch slightly, and soot flying between his fingers.

She glanced at him without saying a word, and went straight into the cloakroom to pack her luggage.

When she packed her luggage and came out of the cloakroom, the smell of cigarettes in the room made her cough unconsciously.

He turned his head, his coquettish and lonely eyes fixed on the white suitcase in her hand.

He took another puff of cigarette and threw the butt directly downstairs...

The four eyes met, and she raised one corner of her lips proudly again, looking at him: "Master Bo, since you are going to get married, it will be the end between us. Let everything return to its original position..."

After finishing speaking, she took a deep breath and turned around pretending to be calm...

She could feel the burning gaze behind her.

He strode forward, blocked her way, looked at her condescendingly, sighed, and said, "I just want to leave that much, didn't you say you would give me three years?"

The smell of tobacco and alcohol in her mouth poured into the top of her hair, and her voice was somewhat displeased.

She snorted coldly and looked at him: "I, Qiao Weiwei, will not be a third party. If you don't get married, I won't leave..."

"Marriage, you have to get married, you, you have to..." He grabbed her wrist and put her palm on his strong chest. His tone was a bit domineering, but his attitude was as firm as ever.

She sneered and looked at him: "Oh... Sure enough, men all look the same, eating what's in the bowl, looking at what's in the pot... They're about to get married, and they still tie me by their side. Why do you want me to be yours?" Spare tire? What should I do, I, Qiao Weiwei, don't make spare tires." As he spoke, his eyes were once again covered with mist.

"I said, wait for me for three years..." The other hand gently lifted her chin, looked at her, and said.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it." She broke free from his restraint, carried the suitcase and walked out.

His eyes gradually tightened, and his pair of icy eyes became cold and without focus...

He strode forward again, blocked the closed door, grabbed the suitcase in her hand, "Boom!" and threw it aside forcefully, commanding: "If you can't do it, do it!"

The suitcase collided with the wall and broke into two pieces in an instant, and a group was scattered all over the ground...

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Qiao Weiwei slapped his solid chest muscles desperately, every blow was very hard, but he still stood where he was, like a high mountain, towering and upright.

He looked at her coldly, with no intention of letting go.

"You are going to get married, why are you still trapping me? Don't tell me such nonsense about waiting for you for three years, either don't get married now, or let me leave. I can't wait for you, let alone be in your marriage. The third party!" Her movements became faster and harder, her voice became more and more sharp, and tears burst out again.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Finally, he clamped her wrists tightly with both hands, looked at her, and said with a cold face.

A tear fell on his wrist...