The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 19 20: Lying also finds the wrong person [5]

He pushed hard, and her back hit the cold wall, and the tiles made her very painful.

Song Manxi was trembling all over.

After finishing speaking, Jun Xiao didn't look at her anymore, turned his back, his whole body seemed very calm, but his breathing was a little short due to anger.

The air pressure of the whole person is very low.

In the end, he still said it, he still told her that Grandpa Jun forced him into this marriage, even though he knew it a long time ago, when he confessed it himself, Song Manxi still felt a pain in his heart being torn apart.It's as if the dream you insisted on, someone told you one day, has ended due to external factors.

She stood still for a while, sucked her nose, and whimpered softly.

Regardless of the red wrist and scalded skin, he staggered and trotted out, just wanting to walk, just want to escape, just want to make himself not so humble and embarrassing, just want to save the last little bit of his dignity.

Aunt Jiang, who was standing by the stairs waiting, only felt a gust of wind around her. She reached out and grabbed the arm of Song Manxi who was running: "Miss, what are you doing?"

Just now she yelled, but saw the girl's eyes were red, as if she had been crying. Song Manxi didn't say anything, tears overflowed from her eyes, but she just managed to pull Aunt Jiang's hand away.

"Let her go." Jun Xiao's voice sounded like rage and smashing things from the room, "She will not be allowed to enter here again, it is best to put up a sign, dogs and she are not allowed to enter."

Aunt Jiang was stunned by the loud shouting, why did she change her routine all of a sudden, Song Manxi was so wronged that she finally shed tears, every word of his words was engraved in her heart like a knife.

Even more forcefully, Aunt Jiang's confinement was torn away, and even her whole body was screaming for grievances. She ignored it, and once Aunt Jiang released her, she ran out of the villa without looking back.

Jun Xiao stood by the window until he saw the petite figure in the dark night gradually disappearing from sight, then he stroked his sore forehead, feeling so tired that he couldn't speak.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him. Once he sees her now, he can't help but want to lose his temper. It seems that only by hurting her like that can he get a little bit of balance in his mind, but he doesn't choose what to say Then there was endless distress.

He wanted to chase it out, but found that he didn't even have the courage to chase it out at all.

Sighing, a trace of uneasiness still flashed in his eyes, Jun Xiao walked slowly to the bed, but was surprised to find that there was a cell phone covered in a light purple case on the coffee table, he was stunned for a moment, and finally He still held the phone tightly in his hand, pressing it between his eyebrows.

There seems to be the temperature of this or that person on it, so clear.

In the end, he still took out his mobile phone, hung up a call and went out, his voice almost collapsed: "Look at it, don't let her have an accident, and don't let her find out."

"Yes." The other party replied, and then he hung up the phone, sat on the carpet along the edge of the bed, buried his face in his knees, and was very depressed.

"Master, miss, just now, she went out crying, did you not hold back your temper?" Aunt Jiang stood at the door, looking at the child she had watched grow up, she couldn't bear it, obviously it wasn't The truth, but she couldn't tell what the truth was.

She knew that this girl must be extraordinary in the young master's heart, otherwise she would not have seen Jun Xiao's eyes flashing in the scenery blocked by that door when she heard this girl's voice today. Had a stormy sea.

Jun Xiao trembled with his knees hanging in the air, then covered his head with his hands, and said in a deep and hoarse voice: "Aunt Jiang, I want to be quiet, you go out first."

The voice was almost pleading, with inexplicable sadness.

Aunt Jiang swallowed her breath, and just about to step forward, she took it back, turned around and picked up the shattered porcelain bowl fragments with her apron, sighed, and finally closed the door.

It's just a pity that this bowl of porridge has been boiled all afternoon.

　Arsenic: I’ve said it before, because the style of the novel is relatively abusive, I don’t want to explain too much about my work, if you want to read sweet articles, you can check Tian’s, I’ve really worked hard to write , You don’t have to watch it if you think it’s not good, but don’t swear at people, don’t mess around in the comment area, and change the update time: 15-23 pm, my code words at night are more fell.It makes me want to drink porridge a little bit.Tut tut.

　　
　
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