Flash marriage into love:Hello,my cold husband!

In this game, Deng Jiaru and Mr. Yun continued for two hours. They were all talking about the game, not Yun Qing.

"You let me old man again." Mr. Yun looked at the whole chess game for a long time, and frowned slightly. In fact, Deng Jiaru had another way of doing this, which was to block his last life.

But Mr. Yun knows that Deng Jiaru has always been modest. He had to admit that he was old. He remembered that Deng Jiaru had just entered the cloud family and knew nothing about Weiqi or chess. At that time, the old house of the cloud family was still just the same. They were sitting under the old Pavilion. He taught her to play every kind of chess, and she knew everything.

At that time, Deng Jiaru was a girl who was full of fierce wind and fire and was vigorous and resolute.

After playing chess, I never ask him shyly why this Yunqing is always like a wood and doesn't get her affection?

At that time, her heart was clear.

Mr. Yun knows that.

But now, Deng Jiaru's determination is so obvious.

Although the old man still hoped that she and cloud clear compound, but his heart always toward Deng Jiaru.

Therefore, he never mentioned Yun Qing again during the two-hour chess game.

When Deng Jiaru looked up again, it was already a thick night by the window.

The early summer wind, thin and soft brush cheek edge, good is a pleasant.

"Dad Deng Jiaru smile, "tomorrow morning I have to go to Qiao Qiao there, will not accompany you."

"Go back and have a rest earlier." Master Yun nodded, "since you have three treasures, you are also very hard."

"It's very happy." Deng Jiaru corrected, "it's not very hard."

The old man laughed again. Deng Jiaru told him to sleep earlier and then turned around.

"Jiaru." Deng Jiaru had just taken a step, and the old man's voice of a little consolation came from behind her, so she stopped slightly, "Dad, don't say it, I know what you want to say. Yunqing and I are impossible. But I said, I will always be the daughter-in-law of the cloud family. "

Behind him, master Yun sighed a long sigh.

This sigh, full of a lot of helplessness, but no more said a word.

"Dad Deng Jiaru slightly side of the head, "tomorrow morning, the day is not bright, you must get up early to practice Taiji, early rest."

In this way, Mr. Yun looked at Deng Jiaru's thin figure in the wind, gradually moving away, bypassing the carved mahogany screen with rhombic patterns, and walking toward the arched door.

A gust of wind came out of the window, which made the old man feel sad.

Deng Jiaru went from the north building to the East building.

On weekdays, in the cloister, before and after the courtyard, the same as tonight, there are faint LED lights on the beams and under the ground, reflecting the precious flowers in the courtyard. It is really a beautiful scenery.

But today it's the opposite.

But there is a sense of inexplicable emptiness and desolation.

Walking, walking, Deng Jiaru rubbed her arms.

It was early summer in May, but my arms were cold.

Looking up, beside the Swan pool in front of the East building stands a seemingly strange but familiar figure.

Deng Jiaru just stopped slightly. She was supposed to walk through the main gate into the East Building, but she bypassed the Swan pool and took a half curved stone path to the gate.

The thin and thin palm of the palm has just landed on the handle of the teak door imported from Southeast Asia, and there is a rapid rustling behind.

Do not feel a strong arm around the waist, will her to the back.

She was so caught off guard, was taken into the arms of cloud Qing, ear side side to let her nausea of the gentle voice.

"Jiaru, I'm sorry, but it's only now that I realize how important you are to me. I want to go back and give me a chance, ok... "

Deng Jiaru is not good at stubble, not as soft and weak as yunyiru.

By such a hug, directly a foot heavily stepped on the shoes of Yunqing.

Without success, she pulled his hand around her waist and bent her head to bite.

Deng Jiaru knows Yunqing's temperament. The more he bites, the more he will not let go. He says that he is domineering. In fact, he is a rogue.

Most of all, the tyranny of yunmo is inherited from Yunqing.

But Deng Jiaru would not be so soft, and her teeth bit deeper and deeper, until a bloody smell came from her lips and teeth. Yun Qing felt a low pain and relaxed.

"Bah." Deng Jiaru vomited blood in her mouth, full of blood. When she raised her head and wiped the corner of her mouth, the hatred in her eyes was intended to fall on Yun Qing in the clear moonlight night, "Yunqing, do you want to face me? Over half a hundred years old, how can they play rogue. Now I don't want you. Do you understand me

"For..." Yun Qing's face was gloomy and painful. As soon as she said a word, she was determined by Deng Jiaru, "don't ask why, I can tell you the answer directly. My best youth is spent on you. Do you know what I'm doing when you live and are happy? I don't blame you. I'll blame myself for being too stupid. I didn't polish my eyes and married the wrong person. Yes, I blame myself. I'm on the wrong path and I don't want to go on wrong now. I have the right to decide my future. So please don't step into my life again. If you want to stay in your old house, you can. I'll move out tomorrow. ""Jiaru, I'm really wrong. I know you love me, or you won't be alone for so many years... "

"Shut up, I just loved you, I loved you, I didn't love you."

"We are not old enough to be in the year of the candle wind. We still have a chance. Jiaru, I will pay you back what I owe you. "

"What are you going to give back?" Deng Jiaru mouth still has blood smell, wipe it not clean, "can you match?"

"Jiaru..."

"Stop it. I'm tired. I'm going to have a rest. Don't follow me. Don't make me sick Deng Jiaru turned powerless.

After the cloud clear originally wants to catch up with, but is afraid she annoys him, and he really should calm down, think carefully.

So, just watching Deng Jiaru push the door and enter. On the two pomelo doors in the East Building, the two white jade carved door handles are decorated to form a circle.

Inside, Deng Jiaru closed the door and leaned against it.

Tears, torrent.

All the grievances and pains of more than 30 years have surged through in my mind like a flood at this moment.

How could Yun Qing, who had suffered the pain, hurt and pain, be offset by a word of apology?

She bit her lips, tightly and forcefully. She slid down the door arm without bones, and slowly fell and sat on the cool ground board.

The bloody smell on the edge of the lip, I don't know whether it's cloud clear or own.

After taking a long breath, there is a sneer on the edge of the lip, laughing at yourself - who makes you so persistent, you can let go and find happiness. You can't let it go.

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