Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

"I really don't, sobbing -" Mu Yansheng couldn't help sobbing. Tears fell down her cheeks to her mouth. It was salty and astringent. It didn't taste very good. Her facial features had already been distorted, and her long hair stuck to her face, which made her itch.

***Omitted here***

After a storm of venting, he finally left her body, put on his clothes, took his coat and went straight out without saying a word or looking at her again.

***She couldn't help curling herself up in a ball. She was the only one left in the big living room. She wanted to find a shoulder to cry, but she didn't. She had nothing. She was sold like a commodity by her father and trampled like weeds by her famous and practical husband. Her voice was already hoarse, But I couldn't help sobbing alone.

Her sobs echoed in the empty living room from dawn to dark. Thinking that Fu qizun should not come back, she picked up the torn dress on the ground, wrapped it around her and went straight to the bathroom.

Gongsun Zan once told her that even if the body is covered with rotten mud, it can be washed with water. If there is any smell on the body, it will be perfumed and everything will be fine. Everyone has his own right to choose.

She stood under the sprinkler, washing her body again and again, trying to wash away all the dirt on her body. She repeatedly rubbed the bruises and red marks on her body, trying to make them disappear, but it never had any effect. What should exist always existed.

After the bath, she went out in a bath towel. Her hair was drenched on her shoulders. She kept dripping down. She picked up a bottle of Malone's blue wind bell that she had bought before her on the dresser, and shot it in her own body. She wanted to cover up the smell on her body. Although a bottle of perfume came to the bottom early, she still felt very dirty.

She suddenly fell on the bed and slowly closed her eyes. She felt like she had fallen into a bottomless hole. She wanted to climb up, but her body couldn't help sinking into a bottomless black hole.

For several days, Fu didn't come back and didn't know what he was doing outside. Mu Yansheng didn't want to pay any attention. He went to school as usual and went home, but she was alienated from Gongsun Zan. Every time she saw Gongsun Zan near the classroom, she would deliberately avoid it. She rarely replied to the wechat sent to her by Gongsun Zan. She was afraid that Fu would find Gongsun Zan, Even more afraid that Gongsun Zan will dislike her after he knows her things and have no friends with her. Instead, he might as well let her cut off the budding emotion with her own hands.

That day, she walked out of the classroom after class. She wanted to go home directly as usual, but she saw Gongsun Zan at the corner of the stairs. Her heart could not help but tighten. She quickly turned around and was ready to turn around and leave.

"Yan Sheng -" Gongsun Zan also saw her. He would never let her go so easily. He chased her with an arrow and grabbed her arm.

"What's the matter with you these days? Why do you always ignore me?" Gongsun Zan got in front of her and was so eager that she couldn't escape.

Gongsun Zan looks handsome, is also the president of the student union, and is good at playing basketball, so he is still very popular in the school. Many girls are his fans. He pulled Mu Yansheng in such a dignified way, which attracted the attention of countless students around. Those people are whispering below, which makes Mu Yansheng very uncomfortable.

"We'd better not contact again in the future. I'll delete your wechat when I go back." Mu Yansheng's face was expressionless and his eyes were indifferent. He just said this and wanted to leave.

"Why? What's wrong with me? You say, I'll change it." Gongsun Zan couldn't help getting excited. The volume was a little louder, which made Mu Yansheng feel even more embarrassed.

"It's inconvenient to talk here. Let's go to the old place." Mu Yansheng lowered his voice and walked to the roof of the library with Gongsun Zan.

"You're good everywhere. You don't have to change anything. It's me. I don't think we're suitable to be friends, so don't contact in the future." Mu Yansheng turned his back to him. The muscles on his face were tight and looked inaccessible.

"We like to read the same books, like the same piano music and like the same writers. Why don't even friends have to do it? Tell me what happened to you. Your attitude has changed so much in just a few days. What difficulties have you encountered?" Gongsun Zan really couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to give up the friendship that had not been easily established. He walked around to Mu Yansheng and looked down at her eyes, anxious.

"I haven't encountered any difficulties, senior. Just think you've never met me." Mu Yansheng tried to hold back her tears and refused word by word. After that, she couldn't wait to turn around. She didn't want to be so fragile in front of Gongsun Zan.

"It's impossible, Yan Sheng. Since it's so far, I don't hold it in my heart. I like you. I like you since I first saw you. I want to be with you, so I can't think I've never met you." Gongsun Zan grabs Mu Yansheng's hand and finally speaks his heart.