Marry the rich: Cold-blooded President's Wife

Su muying went out of the hospital and found it boring to walk alone in the street. He took out his mobile phone from his bag and looked at it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned on my mobile phone, I saw the full screen headlines, and I was stunned.

On the mobile phone, the picture of the two people kissing.

The man put his hand around the woman, and the woman grabbed the man's shoulder, with a pair of sunglasses on her face, unable to see her face clearly.

The two hugged each other tightly, and the lips were close together.

Su muying's hand holding the mobile phone trembled slightly and his knuckles turned white.

The man in the picture is an Xianyang.

Women

Ha ha.

An Xianyang kisses another woman in a place full of paparazzi.

That woman, she knows.

Su Mu's mouth is full.

The smile was ironic.

However, as early as before, I did not expect this scene?

There were some different emotions in her heart.

But before the psychological preparation, at this time there is no field available.

The tears in the eyes are like beads with broken lines, falling down in big drops.

Women always think of themselves as very strong, in fact, very fragile.

An Xianyang is a smart man. He will never kiss a big man in the place where he knows there are many paparazzi.

He must be acting.

Can su Mu Ying see his expression so calm, arm tightly and forcefully embrace Ling Feiyu's waist.

There seems to be a table between them.

An Xianyang kisses the woman.

Oh.

The only support point in my mind collapsed.

Su muying holds on to one side of the wall, tears falling constantly.

It's an emotion you can't control.

After a while, she raised her hand and a big tear fell on the back of her hand.

Su Mu Ying was stunned. He went to the window and looked up.

I only saw a woman with dull eyes, red eyes and tears on her face standing there.

It turned out that I would be so sad.

Su Mu Ying cried even more severely. Originally, he was still suppressing his voice and had to cry. Now he didn't care much more.

Bend your knees, fold your arms over it, and bury your face in it.

The shoulders were shaking too.

A lot of people passed by her.

What's more, looking at her like this, pointing at her.

She looked at herself in the window, slowly raised her hand and wiped away the tears.

He made a phone call with a calm expression.

"Hello."

There came a low, husky voice, but it sounded low and magnetic.

"It's me."

She seldom calls that person voluntarily.

But I didn't expect it.

This initiative is actually because an Xianyang dominates the headlines.

Her voice is a little hoarse.

An Xianyang there was silent for a long time, then breathed a sigh of relief, light answer: "I know."

An Xianyang hesitated there for a long time.

Because it's hard to hold back and care about her.

He also wanted to ask her, how is it now?

"Where are you?"

Su muying turns around, walks into a nearby shop and selects a seat to sit down.

"At home."

An Xianyang's voice sounds really calm, but his hand shaking slightly.

"Do you have time now? I'd like to meet you

Su Mu Ying asked for a glass of boiled water with a smile, and the voice was wooden.

"Well, I'll be there now."

However, the promise is straightforward, but the voice does not sound much changed.

As usual, I went to meet a very ordinary friend.

Su Mu Ying heard his voice so indifferent, his heart suddenly twitched.

Two people hang up.

Su muying put the mobile phone on the table, picked up his arm, buried his cheek in his arm, so he didn't move.

At that moment, I felt like I was hollowed out.

Take another look at the headline.

Men and women kiss in the window.

It's a man's kiss.

It's a tough posture.

But also take the initiative.

Ha ha, it seems that it was a scene many years ago, familiar with which made Su muying feel distressed.

When an Xianyang arrives.

Stop at Su muying's side and look at her with low eyes. The light of eyes is so deep that it almost breaks.

He didn't want to call her.

That's how he wanted to look at her.

After a long time, an Xianyang stood in front of the table, then opened his mouth and called her gently: "muying."Su muying's body trembled slightly, then looked up at an Xianyang.

Suddenly gently raised the corner of the mouth, pointed to the opposite seat.

"Sit down, sit down."

An Xianyang's eyes are obscure, and he sits opposite Su muying.

Su muying looked up at his eyes.

These eyes are the same as those of my youth.

When she looks at it herself, she will still be moved.

But restrain yourself.

Don't be so open about your feelings.

"So yesterday, you met Ling Feiyu, didn't you?"

"Yes." An Xianyang's answer is very positive, and he doesn't procrastinate at all.

"The man in the picture is really you, right?" Su muying's fingertips clasped the water cup and turned white slightly.

An Xianyang closes his eyes wearily.

Sure enough, she saw the picture.

I've made such a big deal of things.

She can't be out of sight.

"Yes." An Xianyang nodded, his expression was calm, but in his dark eyes, there was a flash of sadness and intolerance.

"So that's true, isn't it? You tell me

Su muying's voice has begun to tremble, uncontrollable shaking.

"Yes." An Xianyang couldn't bear to turn his head.

Sure enough, it is

Su muying seems to have lost all his strength. The water cup falls on the table and sprinkles a little water.

When an Xianyang looked at it, he became more and more impatient. Suddenly, his voice pretended to be indifferent and alienated:

"if there's nothing wrong, I'll go first."

Su muying looks at an Xianyang's back, some in a trance.

If he doesn't admit it, she believes him.

But I didn't expect that an Xianyang would admit so simply, so neatly, so absolutely.

Su muying raised his hand to cover his cheek, but he could not help tears rolling down from his fingers.

An Xianyang goes straight ahead.

There is no intention of looking back.

He can always remember what Ling Feiyu said to himself.

Once he approached Su muying, the man would expose the murder case.

No matter what the truth is, it should not be kicked out now.

Before he has fully found out this matter, perhaps, it is the best thing to do a little unfeeling.

An Xianyang looks at the road ahead.

The steps are so heavy.

Even once thought that he would never see that person again.

But it's protection.

He is protecting Su muying in his own way.

Don't disturb her, don't let her be used by others.

Time, all that's left is time.

As long as you use your time to find out the truth as soon as possible, everything will be solved.

Patience is the hardest.