Their Intriguing Marriage

A burst of pain attacked Li Qingning's whole body, which made her frown.

Lan Qing bent down and knelt down on her body, began to tear her thin dress vigorously, and then as if swearing sovereignty, he gave her a fierce kiss. A touch of heartfelt pain quickly passed in his eyes, which made him unable to help aggravating his action.

Li Qingning lay under him, looking at the hatred on his face, and the fierce expression, his heart was like being thrown into the lake with ice, and kept sinking until numb.

His heart ache, the kind of expanding emotions devour all his reason, he just crazy possession of the woman under him, constantly in her body fierce action, in order to vent his anger.

Her white skin left a deep or shallow trace, gradually turned red, bright red dazzling.

He finally exhausted his strength, fell on her body, deep voice hoarse, like crying in general, "why not resist, why not explain?"

Li Qingning gently closed her eyes, and a trace of cold and hot tears ran down her cheek.

When he finally polished all his patience and got up from her, she sat up in silence, picked up his torn clothes bit by bit, covered them in front of her, turned and walked towards the bathroom.

The pain in the heart, overwhelming hit, as if to swallow her all at once. She never knew that her heart would hurt so much that only death could save her at this moment.

She took a breath and turned on the tap. The cold water flowed through her body along the shower. Just now, the pain left by Lan Qing was lighter, but the pain in her heart became more and more heavy.

When she came out of the bathroom, Lan Qing was still lying there. She put on a new dress and her wet hair hung on her shoulders.

She turned around and saw Lan Qing looking at her cold eyes. Suddenly she raised her mouth to him and showed a cold smile.

Maybe only she knew the cold and despair behind the smile.

Looking at her like this, Lan Qing's eyes were dark, as if in the cold winter night, there was no light, with dead silence, no vitality.

As the ancient saying goes, love begets hate.

How much he loves the woman in front of him, how much he hates at the moment.

A heart gradually becomes cold and numb.

He got up from the bed, dressed quickly and walked out the door.

As she passed by, her voice said indifferently, "you'd better give me an explanation, otherwise... I'll make that man pay the price."

She still did not speak, just drooping her eyes, her long eyelashes covered the pain in her heart. She was a little stunned, she could hear the fierce threat in his tone, but still chose to use silence to deal with it.

The last light in his eyes went out like this, his voice was as cold as iron, his low voice was like the final sentence, and it was not his own sentence.

He stood in the same place for a while, stepped out, even his footsteps with a trace of determination, let her heart tingle.

The door "bang" had to close. The violent sound of closing the door made her tremble and her body tremble violently.

With the sound of his footsteps away, her body began to wake up, and her last breath seemed to have run out. She gradually slid down on the cold wooden floor.

All of a sudden, a warm current was surging in her eyes. At last, she didn't have to force her tears back. She just sat there, letting tears fall from her eyes and down her cheek on her pale blue skirt.

The sun gradually rose, the sun spared no effort to shine through the window on her face, the room is quiet, only her low sobbing voice. Besides, she seemed to hear something breaking.

That should be a heart she gave to Lan Qing. She thought that emotion may be such a fragile thing, so easily, it becomes fragmented.

She just sat there quietly, the lacrimal glands seemed to be dried up, and the tears on her cheek were dried by the air, leaving a shallow trace.

I don't know how long the time has passed. Anyway, she looks out of the window. The sun is getting dim, and then the night is like being pulled down by a big hand.

The night was dark. There was no light in the room, only the weak light from the opposite building. The empty room was very cold.

Li Qingning looked at the night sky outside the window in silence. His eyes were dejected. He suddenly felt very cold and wanted to climb up to the bed. Then she found that her legs were too numb to move. She dragged herself to the bed and threw herself into the bed.

The same night, the same thick night. Lan Qing stood by the window, with no expression on his handsome and indifferent face, as if he could always stand so cold, like a sculpture, all night, motionless. He held a glass of golden liquid in his hand, reflecting the cold light.

Since returning to the villa from his apartment, he has shut himself up in his study and kept looking at all kinds of documents. But in front of him, the woman's face, the cold despair in her eyes, and the desolation on her face always appear.

In recent days, he has been shocked by the various truths he has found in Paris. But this happened again.

He stood in the cloud like a God, but when he looked back, he found that there was no one around him. He didn't know who he could trust.

He wants to choose to believe again and again, but it's just more profound hurt waiting for him again and again.

Think of that video, and those photos, want to listen to her explanation, but he deceived himself.

Maybe he thought too much, and his mind suddenly began to ache like a needle. He held out his hand, pressed his temple tightly, and tried to force himself not to think of anything, not to think about the woman.

However, the past between them is still like a slow motion movie, which flashed in front of his eyes.

"False, all false!" All of a sudden, he smashed the wine glass into the wall. It cracked and scattered in the air, then came the clear sound of landing.

The next day, after Li Qingning got up from the bed, a small sound came to his ears outside the door.

Almost subconsciously, she jumped out of bed and ran barefoot into the living room as if expecting something, only to find that it was just the sound of the door and the next door.

A huge sense of loss can not help but occupy her heart, she hung his head laughing at their own stupid.

After such a thing, he probably won't come again. He has always been a person who can't rub sand in his eyes. After such a thing, how can he come back to find himself?