Flash marriage president is too dominant

In Lu Yanhao's eyes, her behavior at this time is like an ignorant child, childish and funny.

But one defeat after another, Ye Ling was still angry except Qi: "hum ~"

Of course, Lu Yanhao's new understanding of women in this way also refreshed her. Just thinking about what to do, an ignorant voice suddenly came:

"What does' big pig hoof 'mean? Do you like pig's feet very much? " That should mean like it!

Lifting his eyes, Lu Yanhao also looked at her: "how do you get such a nickname?"

This time, Ye Ling burst out laughing: "ha ha ~"

The atmosphere eased a lot, and Lu Yanhao's eyes were opposite. Lu Yanhao's eyes also smiled: "Yan'er, stop making trouble, will you? I'll take a shower first and you calm down. I won't do anything to you -- "

While talking, Lu Yanhao thought of something. Lu Yanhao also took a big absorbent towel to her for fear that she would not be able to push herself off again. Before she made a sound, he quickly raised his feet and entered the bathroom.

When the sound of running water came, Ye Ling was even more "annoyed". He smelled the smell of dirty water on his body and made his teeth giggle:

"Big pig hoof! It's you! "

She was very angry. She grabbed the quilt and sheets. Ye Ling also used them to wipe her face. She didn't relieve her anger. She opened the drawer of the bedside table again to see what else could be damaged!

She took the gold watch and crystal ornaments and put them back.

When she pulled it to the bottom, she didn't pull it several times: eh? Is it locked?

What baby is still locked?

Suddenly remembering that she seemed to have seen the keys somewhere, she pulled back the top two drawers and searched. Sure enough, she found a string of small keys in a small box.

"Just look what secret you're hiding! Hum ~ "

Before opening it, Ye Ling glanced in the direction of the bathroom. The drawer opened, and a navy blue wool vest with a transparent cover bag suddenly came into view. The expression on her face was like a broken mirror, which was broken in an instant:

The sweater she knitted him?

The past came into his mind like a sea of mountains and seas. The first thing that emerged in Ye Ling's mind was that she learned to knit on the Internet for countless days and nights. She tried again and again, calculated again and again, and secretly measured his size. As long as she made a mistake, she would rather remove the heavy woven turtle hair than make do with it. She was afraid that he would not be able to wear it if there was a deviation. The style of her specially woven vest chose the popular color of men, Dark like black, but not black, the most noble color, the best thread, stitch by stitch, this sweater almost accompanied her throughout her pregnancy!

Originally, she wanted to rush out in advance to make a birthday present for him, so she added a group of birthday numbers to her design, which not only shows her heart, but also makes this sweater unique.

But at this moment, seeing the intention sealed in the bottom box, her heart began to flow blood.

He is a man who will do anything to achieve his goal!

There are not many beautiful things in her life, so she has been used to being treated harshly since she was a child. In many things, it's better to say that she has no desire and no desire. It's hard to say that she is a ninja turtle. She won't place her hope on others except what she can earn.

In the prison, he seemed to illuminate her like a sacred light, although he also used a very dirty way that she couldn't agree with... In the end, she didn't know what was wrong with herself, but she really began to pay attention to him.

Even if he said he didn't love her, even if he drove her away face to face, she wouldn't hate him so much!

Clutching his sweater, Ye Ling closed his eyes:

This scoundrel is a man without a bottom line! When you ask for her, you bully her; No use value, but also bet on her to make money; Let her conceive his baby and squeeze her last use value; If at this moment, she was still with him and the baby was born, would he find any reason to sell her?

At that time, which nerve was wrong for her to want to do such a stupid thing?

Although the sweater may not be as neat and beautiful as the one made by the machine, it is all her efforts. How hard she used to be, and how regretful she is now!

When he bent over to put it back, he opened the middle drawer. Ye Ling pulled out a pair of scissors from the bottom of several books, and then cut two knives hard at the birthday number:

"You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it!"

As soon as Lu Yanhao walked out, he saw such a scene. He didn't care much. As soon as his sight fell, he almost sprinted over a hundred meters, grabbed the towel in her hand, and his face changed:

"What are you doing? Who told you to move my sweater? "

Looking up, Ye Ling was in a bad mood: "I cut a broken sweater. What's the matter?"

"You --?"

Fire didn't work. Lu Yanhao suddenly raised his hand, but at the moment of falling, he changed it to clench his fist and stopped in the air. His sight also fell on her identical face:

For the first time, Lu Yanhao's eyes were full of anger - irrecoverable anger!

Seeing that the green veins on his hands were jumping violently, Ye Ling could feel his strongly repressed emotions, which seemed to be ready to explode at any time. Looking up, she still didn't show weakness:

"Do you still want to hit me? You fight! You fight! Isn't it just a sweater? I'll pay you ten! "

Every word seemed to sprinkle salt on Lu Yanhao's wound. His eyes were red. He bit his teeth and shook his lips. Several times, Lu Yanhao didn't make a sound.

Then he untied the lock on the bed: "go!"

When he got up, Ye Ling moved his wrist, said he didn't wonder whether it was false, rubbed it gently, and deliberately fought with him: "if you let me go, I'll go!"

The next second, a voice clearly mourning to horror came: "get out!"

Unconsciously, he shivered and realized that he might have stepped on his bottom line. Ye Ling didn't dare to move any more. He picked up his bag, took his mobile phone and shoes and went to the door.

Sitting on the bed, holding the ragged sweater that had been picked up and dropped everywhere, a heavy teardrop smashed down. Looking back at the door, Ye Ling saw such a heartbreaking scene——

There was no way to hide his grief. His decadent posture was even more sad in the messy room and shrouded in the dark night. After a step, she was deeply shocked by the unspeakable scene here:

He can't be... Crying, can he?

A sweater, is he really so sad?

I don't know why. Suddenly, Ye Ling seems to be out of breath. She feels so uncomfortable that she can't. She sips her lip petals and regrets. She wants to say "sorry", but when the words come to her mouth, she can't speak again. She tosses around at the door, and she raises her feet and leaves——