After Those Years of Misery

"I don't need a woman by my side, and I don't want you either. You broke my rules and don't want to see me again from now on."

She was so humble that she gave her first, but she also knelt down and begged him to keep herself by his side.

She remembered Qiao Sinan's grim expression from beginning to end that night, and she would never be able to figure out his true thoughts.

Later, there were some contacts, and every time he had no foreplay, as if she was a fast food, she refused to kiss her lips, and went straight away.

For these, she always silently endured. She thought, at least she was special, and he would not find other women to put out the fire.

He drove her away again, the first time she drove her away so severely since she was eighteen.

A few years later, the physical connection still failed to change her position in his heart.

A sad emotion that has never been overwhelmed her, and she has never wavered from her habit and following years. On this night, she suddenly swayed.

Her love is too humble and hopeless.

Doesn't it mean that you look at your beloved and guard him, as long as he is happy, you are happy?

She guarded, she tried her best to help him, but is he happy? Does her love have any meaning?

Qiao Sinan is so good at observing words and looks, she has always been so obsessed with him. Her behavior and expression have always been so submissive, and she is a naked worship of him.

But her expression has changed just now, is she feeling sad for herself? Don't you want to go on like this anymore?

Qiao Sinan's heart surged with irritability, which had never been the case for many years.

He just didn't understand, did he force her to do anything? No, never.

She gave herself to him, she also volunteered, took the initiative, he even refused several times, she still insisted. Is her expression resenting him now?

Why should he be upset for such a dedicated woman?

Maybe it's really because of habit, she is his only woman, it will be somewhat different.

Xia Wanru was shaken for only a moment. She really wanted to ask: "I'm gone, do you care about it at all? Then I will leave, so that you will never see me."

But she didn't say, she didn't forget how she knelt down and begged him to let her stay by his side.

She didn't want to taste that bitterness again.

In this world, if you love someone, you owe someone a debt. And what she owes him must be compensated in a lifetime.

"I'll be obedient." She said softly, lowering her eyebrows, but her heart hurt again, uncontrollable.

Qiao Sinan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but his expression hadn't changed loosely from beginning to end.

"Come here!" he called out, his voice as cold as commanding a pet puppy.

She walked up to him in twos or twos, and he stretched out her hand, and she sat down heavily in his arms.

In the past, there was no such foreplay, only zero-distance contact. He put his head against her ear and rubbed it lightly, as if he was full of tenderness, and he seemed to be just teasing her.

In any case, Xia Wanru could not restrain the frenzy.

She deflected her head and sent her lips. He stared at her attractive red lips for a second or two, trying to press it down, but he was suppressed.

"Take it off!" he ordered.

Her lips were embarrassed there, she smiled sadly, and reached out to her coat.

"Skirt!" She didn't need to be honest with him in all parts.

She thought that after the brief confrontation between the two just now, he could be a little reluctant to bear her, or he would pay more attention to her.

He didn't, all he wanted was still her naked body.

She lifted up her leather skirt and took off her stockings.

The beautiful face formed a flowing landscape on the desk with his advance and retreat. She frowned slightly, bit her lip, and endured.

For him, **** may not be a beautiful thing, and it is the same for her. There is nothing but pain and humiliation. But this humiliation was her own choice, and she couldn't blame anyone.

She made no sound, and he didn't need it.

He has never slowed down because of her pain, and tonight is no exception.

Qiao Sinan doesn't turn on the heating. He said that he is full of warmth and lustful, and he wants to keep himself cold and calm forever.

The desktop in winter is cold. Xia Wanru's body and heart trembled at the same temperature as his ice.

What disappointed her was that even when he was doing the most intimate things, his face was expressionless or fierce.

In front of outsiders, he is smiling, smiling at everyone, as if very gentle.

Xia Wanru found out that he especially Zilogg smiled happily. She didn't even understand, if he really liked her, how could he be willing to hurt her so much?

It has been at least a month since the last time I got close. Xia Wanru sometimes desires to be close to him, even if he is cold, she is willing.

Even if it was cold on the table, even if he was cold, she gradually reacted.

He swims in it, still unable to relax his nerves. Without any change in rhythm, he seemed to be fighting a tough battle, hitting her with the same frequency with all his strength.

Her face turned crimson, and her stray hair spread out on the table, hiding her small white face.

Her eyes are fascinating, persistent innocence and deadly temptation mixed together. For a moment, Qiao Sinan became intoxicated, and then he turned his eyes away.

"Nan, I love you...I love...you..." As he moved in and out the most, she let out a low growl.

"That's your business, don't say anything like this to me in the future." After he was released, he said coldly to her, then put on his pants and belt.

Xia Wanru was lying on the table without daring to look back or look at him.

She even blamed herself for telling him the word love, knowing that he was not allowed to say it.

This sorrow may be with her all his life. She is like his slave, unable to escape, unable to escape, or she is unwilling to escape. This evil fate was already doomed when she was eight years old.

...

Zilog was in a coma all night and did not wake up. When it was more than ten o'clock, Qiao Yushi insisted that Xiao Hongjie leave.

"You still go back, and I will tell her about you. I don't want her to be too troubled as soon as she wakes up. When she becomes more stable, I will talk to her slowly."

Xiao Hongjie had to leave his daughter's hospital bed. He also wanted to go back. He also had to deal with the disobedient Xiao Wang, and he had to find a way to check Murong Jue.

"After she wakes up, she must tell her the relationship between her and Xiao Baiyu, I'm afraid of them..." He was halfway through, and I believe Qiao Yushi should understand.

"Don't worry, I will." Qiao Yushi agreed.

When he returned to the newspaper, he received Xiao Wang's resignation. He didn't do it, and he didn't try to retain such a person.

He entrusted a very reputable private detective agency and gave some information about Shen Yiqiu to the other party, asking them to check her whereabouts.

After Xiao Hongjie left, Qiao Yushi was still sitting in front of Zilog's bed, and Li Muqing was sent back to rest by him.

"Child...my child..." Zilogg muttered in the middle of the night, putting his hand on his stomach and touching it back and forth.

She had just had an operation, and the time for sutures was short. Qiao Yushi was afraid that her movements might involve the wound, so he grabbed her hand and prevented her from moving.

She whispered as if to sprinkle salt on his newly healed wound, thinking of that lively and lovely child, his heart could not be calm at all.

He thought that their child would be born safely, and he would be a pretty little girl.

The doctor said that the unsaved child was a male fetus.

Even a boy is the crystallization of him and her. God is so cruel, they just opened their hearts together, why are they so cruel to take away the child?

It was quiet late at night, and the whole hospital was surrounded by silence.

Zilog didn't move anymore, Qiao Yushi grabbed her little hand, put it on his lips, and kissed gently.

With a cold face, he was in tears, even if he didn't want to cry, even if he told himself that a man had tears, he couldn't help it.

Did he do it too wrong? Did he treat her too badly, and God punished him so that he could not have complete happiness so quickly?

"Why? Even if there is a mistake, I should be punished. She will be more sad than me when she loses her child. There is nothing wrong with her. Why should I embarrass the poor her?" He repeated this in his heart over and over again.

Zilog was drowsy and unsteady, jumping from time to time, like a nervous reflex after being frightened.

Seeing her eyes closed tightly, his whole heart was affected by her. Her fragility, her helplessness, even if she closed her eyes silently, it made him feel that her soul was in pain for her.

At dawn, Qiao Yushi's stubble on his chin seemed to be a few years old in an instant.

Zillog slowly opened his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, his voice weak and barely audible.

"What about the child?" She asked, even if she didn't ask, but seeing his haggard look, she got a good guess.

"You finally woke up, baby!" Qiao Yushi said lightly while avoiding the weight, clutching her little hand tightly.

"I'm by your side." He said softly.

"So, the child didn't keep it, did it?" She said very calmly.

He thought she would scream like a mother beast that lost her cub.

She didn't know her, she was just calm, and he felt more heartbroken when he was calm.

When she said this, tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes.

He was still worried about not knowing how to tell her the truth, because he didn't need to say anything, she knew it.

He would rather she yell frantically, yell out the desperate mood in his heart and let it go.

She was so quiet, looking at him blankly, a little dazed, a little numb.

"Is it gone? I didn't even look at him." Her eyes were blank, and she said very softly.

"You blame me, it's because I didn't protect you, protect the children. Little Luoluo, I'm sorry, I'm not good." He stroked her smooth forehead and her usual shiny face. There is no light at this time, everywhere Pale and powerful.

"Don't worry, I won't let those who embarrass our children, definitely won't! I will avenge him, and I won't let him go away unclearly." He stared firmly into her eyes. It was a promise to her, but also a promise to himself.