Dirty Games

She had a feeling of being thunderstruck.

He just broke up yesterday, and today he went to another woman?

Changing heart is faster than changing face, isn't it too heartless?

She couldn't calm down. He didn't open the door for a long time. She was so angry that she must have been in it.

Jealousy devoured her reason and thought. She didn't think about anything. Her only thought was to go in and "catch traitors" and destroy his "good things".

Seeing that the next window was open, she lifted the stone on one side and put it under her feet and climbed in.

She had never done anything like this, and she was very clumsy.

On the other side of the window, just a pot of flowers, she stepped on the edge of the pot, "pa" sound, the pot fell, she also fell on the floor.

The loud noise startled the people upstairs.

When he came down, Jing Xiaomeng's feet of soil, a body of confusion, is struggling to get up.

As soon as she looked up, she saw the man standing at the top of the stairs.

He was dressed in a nightgown. He was sexually disordered. His lazy face was a little angry. He seemed to be doing something and was interrupted. He was very upset.

Standing next to him is a blonde woman, wearing only a short skirt with suspenders, charming and hot.

You can guess what they're doing in the room right now without pulling up your fingers.

Vaguely, she could smell the alcohol on Lu Haoyang.

Before, Lu Haoyang must have been lying to her. Alcohol should be useful. After drinking wine, he can suppress hidden diseases and make trouble with other women.

The blonde looked at her carefully and showed a surprised expression, "Mrs. Qin, how can you be here? Did you climb in the window? "

Hearing this address, Lu Haoyang's eyes flashed a sinister cold light.

Mrs. Qin?

Is that what people in this town call her?

For the past four years, she has always regarded herself as Mrs. Qin?

Jing Xiaomeng swallowed her mouth fiercely, embarrassed and embarrassed.

Her dim sum shop is very popular in this town. This woman must live in the town, so she knows her.

Looking at her incredible expression, she was obviously regarded as a thief.

She tried to keep calm, then pulled away her stiff facial muscles and said, "August is my ex husband. He has a serious heart attack. He sent me a text message and asked me to come over. I saw that he didn't open the door for a long time. He was worried about his heart attack, so I climbed in through the window

“OMG。” The woman covered her mouth and showed a more shocked expression. "You are so lucky that you have married two of the best men in the East."

Jing Xiaomeng didn't feel lucky. It was her misfortune to marry Lu Haoyang.

"I'm relieved to see August is OK."

"August is so strong that he can't tell he has a heart attack." The woman is very sorry, very sympathetic.

A fire of jealousy runs through Jing Xiaomeng's eyebrows. It seems that she has already experienced LU Haoyang's strength just now.

"I hope I haven't disturbed you." There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

Lu Haoyang was expressionless, and his face was gloomy. He turned to the woman and said, "Jennifer, my ex-wife and I still have something to talk about. You go back first. I'll call you the other day."

"Good." The woman nodded and left with a smile. Before going out, she didn't forget to throw an ambiguous smile to him.

After the door closed, Lu Haoyang sat down on the sofa, his hands spread out on the back of the sofa, like a lazy king, waiting for the service of slaves.

"Do you have the habit of climbing windows?"

"I'm afraid your family will be robbed." She said indignantly and embarrassed.

"I was afraid I had a heart attack? Why did you become a thief in the blink of an eye? " His thin lips cut a cold arc of deep irony.

"I don't say you have a heart attack, and your mistress is not a thief." She snorted.

His dark ice eyes twinkled with cold light under the light, "when you appear, you should remember your identity. You have no right to ask about my affairs."

She took a deep breath, plucked up her courage and asked, "you lied to me when you said that the hidden disease is not good, right?"

"It's none of your business whether I'm good or not. You're no longer my woman, and I don't have to defend myself for you His voice was so cold that his warm breath was almost frozen into ice crystals.

This is like indirectly admitting the evil of "cheating" by the right person.

She was so jealous that her lungs would explode.

But soon, anger turned into sorrow. The extreme and strong sorrow was like a flowing river.

What's her anger about?

They have broken up. They have broken up completely. There will be no chance of compound.

Isn't it natural for him to find another woman?She left, and there will eventually be a woman to replace her.

What qualifications does she have to criticize? What's the right to be angry?

She swallowed hard, all the feelings are hard to suppress down, she pressed very hard, so that the strength is exhausted more than half.

"What can I do for you?" She shifted the subject.

"I'm hungry. Get out and make snacks." He said impatiently.

Her fingers are clenched in her pocket. She has just had a big fight. Can she not be hungry? "

" OK, I'll make snacks for you. " She turns stiffly and drags the mechanical pace toward the kitchen.

As she reached the kitchen door, a tear fell from her eyes.

She's cutting her chest. She's cutting her heart. She's got a heart.

She thought that hatred could destroy everything. She thought she could weaken her feelings towards him by hatred, but now she found that she was wrong.

It seems impossible to put him down and take back his heart.

First she will tear her heart and soul apart. When her heart is broken and her soul is split, she will become a walking corpse.

Why did he become his enemy? Why torture her so much?

Why does she have to shoulder such a heavy burden, even if life is about to end, she can't live the life she wants?

Her heart is shouting, shouting fiercely and crazily, but she can't spit a word out of her mouth. The only thing she can do is to rush into the kitchen and knead the dough desperately.

She rubbed very hard, as if to spend all her strength in it, so tired that there is no way to be sad.

The tears were still flowing, and they were all kneaded into the dough.

She did not know, Lu Haoyang stood at the kitchen door, looking at her.

For every tear she shed, there was a drop of blood in his heart.

He was torturing himself as well as torturing her.

Sometimes, he really starts to hate this woman.

Because of the depth of love, and hate.

PS: it's hard. The cold hasn't been cured yet. The following chapters are still in code. It will be sent later.

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