Going Wrong as a Wife: Young Master Gu, Don't Be Arrogant

Chapter 120 Will You Elope With Me (1)

The man got up and straightened the wrinkled clothes, and looked down at her, "Xia Yu, don't think too much, I won't bother with you about this slap."

His tone and gestures were all damn condescending, as if the woman who fell on the big bed was just an ant that could only be strangled to death at any time.

The topic of such an aboveboard and evasive attitude is already acquiesced.

Xia Yu sneered, raised her hand and wiped her face fiercely, no matter how cowardly and incompetent she was, she didn't want to show it in front of this man.

Fen Ling pursed her lips lightly, turned her head to the side and refused to meet the person's eyes, "This game of marriage has always been decided by you, I'm just a puppet doll, I just need to cooperate."

Her voice was low and hoarse, with a sense of broken and dispirited. In her black and white eyes, no one noticed the wind and snow.

When the atmosphere was at a stalemate, the man with obvious red marks on his face walked into her, bent his lips and stretched out his hand to pinch his jaw, forcing her to look up.

The warm breath sprayed on the blushing face, and the man narrowed his eyes slightly and asked: "Xia Yu, are you shameless?"

The strength in the man's hand has been increasing, Xia Yu felt that if it continued, heh, she might have to go to a plastic surgery facility.

There were layers of chills in his heart, but his face was calm. He raised his eyes to look at the man, with a mocking smile on his delicate face.

"Ye Jieche, what else do you do besides persecuting people? It was like this when you got married, and it's like this now!"

"How can I be as good as you? Didn't I use drugs to climb into bed? You did a good job repairing your dick, didn't you spend a lot of money?"

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth seemed to have quenched a touch of coquettish poison, he let go of his hand to sharpen his delicate lips, and there was a madness in his eyes that wanted to be destroyed.

This woman is really getting worse and worse, can she really go to heaven with a child?
Xia Yu was stimulated by his words, restrained her hand from being raised again, shook off his hand and took a few steps back, buried her head in her knees, and said no more words.

It can be regarded as a self-protection action of admitting defeat.

After Ye Jieche kept his eyes on the woman for a long time, he couldn't hold his breath and slammed the door to leave.

There was the sound of a car roaring away, Xia Yu raised her dry eyes and looked out the window feeling at a loss, the relationship between them fell into ice valley again.

And she didn't want to redeem it, or make compromises, no one should be inferior to others.

Raising his hand to gently stroke the swollen abdomen, the tip of his nose felt sour, but he couldn't utter a word. The two of them were in a stalemate, and it was the children who would suffer in the future.

Xia Yu lowered her head, her voice was dry and hoarse, like a dry river bed, lifeless, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

A deformed marriage, a life of endless quarrels every day, even for the sake of her children, she couldn't just sit and wait for death.

That man may have almost forgotten that she is actually a person with flesh and blood and thinking ability of her own, not a toy for him to deceive and play at will without any emotion.

She will be hurt and sad.

……

Ye Jieche drove to a private apartment in L city, took out the key from his pocket and walked straight in, the glazed lamp emitted a soft light.

The dark figure shuttled back and forth, frowning with helplessness in his eyes, he opened a door where the wine was hidden, only to see several men lying on the sofa.

All of them looked like elites in well-knit suits, but they were all drunk and unconscious.

He stepped around the sofa and walked towards the wine cabinet. The leather shoes combined with the remaining glass shards on the ground, making a slight crisp sound.

The windows in the room were closed and the heavy curtains were drawn, only the overhead lights were on. He rubbed his forehead to find a clean glass and poured himself a glass of red wine.

However, his mood could not be calmed down, as if he was bound and tangled by hemp rope, twisted so much that he became helpless, picked up the wine glass, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the three people overlapping each other on the sofa, sighed helplessly, took the wine and cups and walked to the balcony, looked up at the gloomy sky, with helplessness rippling in the deep phoenix eyes.

He really thought for a few seconds that he might be able to spend the rest of his life peacefully with Xia Yu'an, but now he realized that it was meaningless.

No matter how much you think about it, in the eyes of people, you just treat her as, um, an obedient toy.

Heh, he sneered, raised his hand to touch his already swollen half of his face, and hissed softly, as if he had touched some bleeding wound.

Where is there a toy that is so disobedient to its master?

She, Xia Yu, had nothing to do because she was fed up, so she just wanted to quarrel with someone.

This time, he will never bow his head to ask people first, no matter how embarrassing their life will be in the future.

……

I don't know how long I stayed on the balcony, the soot accumulated a lot, and the wine had already bottomed out. Suddenly, a male voice came, "What a rare visitor. People who haven't come here in 800 years, are actually coming here now?"

The man seemed to be deliberately teasing him, and looked down at his watch, clicking his tongue in surprise.

In the next moment, a wine bottle was suddenly thrown at his feet, and the shattered glass scraped across his bare skin, and he took a few steps back in pain.

Just when I was about to argue with someone, I heard the man's desolate voice, "I don't want to ruin your beautiful face, so give me a rest and go to sleep."

The man's ass tightened, and he hurriedly stepped back, "Okay, okay, you continue to be confused, sad, struggling, and painful, I will shut up."

What responded to him was a glass thrown at his face, which made him turn over and jump onto the sofa in fright, pressing down the sleeping person lying on it and grunting a few times.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Jieche woke up on a strange bed, the glare of the sun forced him to squint his eyes slightly, and he got up after simply sorting out his mood.

In this apartment, there are only hourly workers busy cleaning.

This apartment was purchased by the four of them together, just for entertainment, or as a resting place if they didn't want to go home.

He was still in a trance when a woman who was born came over and asked, "Sir, do I need to buy clothes for you?"

Only then did Ye Jieche lower his head to look at his body. Something had been spilled on the dark suit jacket and it was tangled into lumps. Most of the buttons on his white shirt had been ripped off.

This is definitely not his handwriting.

After rubbing his forehead and taking a few deep breaths, the man returned to his facial expression, gritted his teeth and said, "I need it very much."

The mood didn't seem to become much more comfortable because of staying here overnight, but it became more troublesome.

When he turned around and walked into the room again, there was a faint nostalgia in his heart. If Xia Yu was here, she would never let him fall asleep in such a mess.

As soon as this thought flooded into his mind, Ye Jieche's face became stiff. It was so late, but he was still thinking about that reckless woman.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, but they were suddenly pulled to the wound, his face completely darkened.

(End of this chapter)