Good evening, My flash marriage husband

An Xiaoxiao felt that he was going to suffocate, and his arm was pinched by him. Finally, when he stopped, his fierce eyes looked at her and asked, "the answer to the question just now again! What's the relationship between you and Lu Qichen? "

"Lovers! Love relationship! "Love relationship!"

An Xiaoxiao stressed three times, every word is like a file, running over Jiang Muye's chest.

He completely lost his mind, the action of rough pull open her jeans, a drag down.

An Xiaoxiao was angry and slapped Jiang Muye in the face.

"Asshole!"

Jiang Mu Ye's eyes narrowed: "I'll let you see what the asshole looks like today!"

"... Jiang Muye... You... Asshole..."

Looking at her tears, he was at a loss: "little..."

His voice was low and hoarse: "you... Sorry, can you stop crying..."

He picked up her face and looked at her tearful eyes with a sincere and serious tone: "little, I... Love you, I'm sorry."

Ann sniffed: "is that the way you love me?"

She reached out and pointed to the sheet, red spots on the white side, shocking.

Jiang Mu Ye is more and more heartbroken. How rude he was just now.

He leaned over and picked her up: "I'll take you to the bath."

……

In the bathroom, an Xiaoxiao let Jiang Muye hold her. The warm water swept down from her head, instantly devouring her aching body.

It's kind of soothing.

Jiang Muye gently scrubbed her. She was calm in her heart.

Enough, that's it. After less than half a year's marriage, he is not in debt.

It's good to just shoot and scatter.

In this way, her heart became sour after all, even worse than the pain in her body, which made her bend down and bow her back.

Jiang Mu ye only thought that she was suffering from her rudeness just now, and now she felt more and more soft and sorry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't want to..." he sighed, "why do you always irritate me?"

"I didn't provoke you."

Ann small voice calm: "I said is the truth, between us is not suitable, break up."

"No!"

To hear her words clearly, Jiang Mu Ye's heart suddenly sad, as if the heart suffered a lingchi general sad: "I don't agree."

"Emotion is a matter of two people. I have my own veto."

An xiaomou light calmly withdraws from the shower, takes the bath towel to wrap himself up, finally looks at Jiang Muye, and walks to the bathroom.

Jiang Muye felt unprecedented frustration and tension in her plain expression. He felt that she seemed to be serious.

Really want to separate, really want to give up this relationship, really want to leave.

may not!

The bottom of his heart is irritable and clamorous. He reaches for an Xiaoxiao and presses her on the bathroom door. His voice is cold: "why?"

"You have people you like, and I also have people I like. Why tie them together by force?"

An Xiaoxiao only looks at him with calm eyes, which makes Jiang Muye's heart even more restless: "the person I like is you!"

He seldom expressed that he was not sure before, but after he was sure, he felt that she didn't know it was necessary, but now, if he didn't say it again, he didn't seem to have a chance.

"Is it?" An Xiaoxiao frowned and was disgusted with his answer: "even if it was me, I couldn't accept a man who was half hearted and full of time.

"I didn't!"

Jiang Muye pleaded, deep eyes with a strong grievance, why she would be completely indifferent to their feelings!

"So do you think I'm blind?"

An Xiaoxiao waved his arm, his voice continued to be cold: "you go, I don't have any good feelings for you, please quickly disappear from my eyes."

"Who do you like?"

With a little pause, Ann tried to suppress the sour and astringent feeling in her heart. Her voice trembled: "Lu Qichen, Jiang qinsong, huang shang, Huang que, Bai Zhan, Lin Zheng, I like all these people, except you!"

Jiang Mu Ye's voice completely changed his anger: "an Xiao, do you have no heart? Can't you feel anything? "

An Xiaoxiao opened the door of the bathroom and the room, standing upright and looking cold: "go away, this time I'll go our separate ways with you!"

Jiang Mu Ye looked at her and clenched his fist. His deep and cold eyes were full of mixed feelings: "good. Ann, how nice

At the end of the speech, he left with his feet raised and his eyebrows passed by Anxiao resolutely. Anxiao tried to hold his fist and restrain his impulse to hold him in his heart. Let's go, such a man, don't worry!

Looking at Jiang Muye's resolute back, an Xiaobang closed the door, leaned his back against the door, and wept.

She squatted behind the door, biting her lips and crying silently.

It hurts, it hurts.

It hurts. It hurts everywhere.

It hurts. It's burning.