Deep Feeling In Marriage

Why is he like this.

"Yan Yu, I want you to tell me personally that you arranged my father's affairs. You want to divorce me... Is that what you mean?"

This time Yan Yu was silent. He lit a cigarette, then stared into the woman's eyes and slowly said, "you're smart at last."

“···”

"Yan Yu, it's not like this. You won't do this to me... No..."

"I will!" a cruel smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, ruthless.

That look completely killed the woman's heart.

"Yan Yu, you can't do this to me. I have your child." she covered her stomach and regarded him as her only life-saving straw.

"The child is not mine," he said firmly.

There was panic in sumo's eyes. How could he know? impossible?

"No... no... Yan Yu, the child is yours and ours.

"No," he said firmly

"Yes, you know!" he said with a smile, like a pure devil.

"No... impossible..."

"Yan Yu, you can't do this to me. I know the truth about Zhong Ling's death

"No... you don't know..." Yan Yu interrupted her, suddenly patted the woman on her lap, then bent down, lifted sumo's chin, looked at her frightened eyes and said, "do you think that's my secret? From beginning to end, I just regard you as my stepping stone... Fool..."

His words made Su Mo die.

She never thought it would be like this.

Yan Yu told her what happened that year. He said he killed someone indirectly.

It turned out that since when he had arranged to take advantage of her, he would not deceive himself if she thought he had mastered his secrets and weaknesses···

However, this was originally a hoax.

She also had something like that with her agent because of the scam in order to hide his so-called secret···

Yan Yu, you are really cruel···

Anger appeared in the woman's eyes. She suddenly rushed towards Yan Yu like an explosive rabbit, grabbed a fruit knife in her hand and stabbed Yan Yu.

Song saw it early in the morning, rushed directly at Yan Yu, stood in front of her, and then pushed the woman to the ground.

"Ah... My stomach hurts... Yan Yu... Help me..."

She cried loudly, but no one paid attention to her.

Yan Yu walked out of the room with Song Qing in her arms. When she reached the door, Yan Yu suddenly stopped and couldn't call. She looked at the girl with her eyes closed, stared at her face and said, "what's the reason why you approached me?"

His words made the woman who closed her eyes open her eyes in an instant, with a smile in her clear eyes. The scratch on her arm seemed to be of no use to her.

She came down from the man, patted her clothes, smiled and said, "someone asked me to seduce you, but then he regretted and asked me to let you go... I almost fell in love with you..."

Almost fell in love with a terrible man.

"So?"

"Since you found out, I have nothing to say. What you want is up to you." she said frankly, looking indifferent.

That free and easy look is very much like a person.

"Did he let you learn from someone?" Yan Yu suddenly asked.

Song Qing was a little confused. After thinking for a while, he realized the meaning of his words and said with a clear smile: "well, she asked me to imitate a girl... A girl he liked very much..."

"Really? You go... Yan Yu waved her hand wearily.

"Why?" she didn't understand. With the man's ruthless personality, she approached him purposefully. He found out how he could let himself go so easily, and she knew so many of his secrets.

"Thank you for accompanying me for such a long time." these are enough.

He bent his lips and smiled. The corners of his mouth were bitter and relieved.

I thought this substitute could replace her, but I didn't think, either or not, people are really different.

On Christmas Eve, Cheng Bei asks Lin Su and Xiao Hong out to eat hot pot. Just the three girls talk and talk about their worries.

In the hot pot shop, when Cheng Bei heard that Xiao Hong was getting married, he shouted in surprise, "Xiao Hong, are you okay? You're getting married so soon?" it took less than a month.

"Well, marry when you meet the right one. Isn't this the way of life we've been pursuing? Do it when you meet the one you like."

Just like the three of them set up a studio at that time, they did it because they looked at each other.

"Yes, that makes sense. I want to be a bridesmaid“

She shouted so loudly that Xiao Hong and Lin Su felt a little embarrassed.

"In the workplace, keep your voice down."

"By the way, who's the man? He's done with you so quickly and for so long?"

Referring to the man, Xiao Hong's face was flushed with shame and whispered, "my first love boyfriend went abroad after graduation, so I broke up at that time. Until now, I know that he has been waiting for me."

"Wow, Congratulations, how romantic... She sighed with Venus in her eyes.

Lin Su looked at her exaggerated expression and was involuntarily infected by her.

I'm afraid this kind of love is what everyone wants.

"By the way, Lin Su, are you really going abroad?"

"Well, I applied to St. ston college in Paris to study design, and I want to charge myself." this was what she had arranged for a long time ago.

"When will you go?"

"After Christmas."

"In such a hurry?"

"Well, it's a long scheduled trip."

"Oh, but it's only half a year. We haven't been together for long, and we're going to break up." she suddenly became sad, which made several people feel a little speechless. It's really easy to change their emotions.

"It's not that we won't come again. Aren't we still together? We used to chat happily when we were netizens." Lin Su didn't like parting and deliberately joked to dilute everyone's parting mood

"That makes sense."

"Well, drink this glass of wine, say goodbye to the past unhappiness and start a new life." she raised her glass. When the three clinked glasses, the sound of collision was instantly hidden in the busy Christmas Eve.

The screen of the mobile phone suddenly flickered. Lin Su took out his mobile phone and took a look.

There is a message without a name on it. There is only one sentence on the message.

"On December 25, I owe you Eason Chan's concert."

A short sentence, but let Lin Su's mind emerge a person's face, shallow as the wind and gentle as water.