Warm Marriage Honey Love

It's past three in the morning.

Yi Youxia is still tossing and turning in bed, hard to sleep.

The thunder and lightning outside, the rain, God seems to be as manic as her mood.

Her chest was blocked by a mass of nameless and invisible things. It was like a balloon that kept filling and expanding. It almost burst out of the cavity. She suffered a lot. What was hateful was that she didn't know where it came from.

At this time, the ice gourd must be holding his beloved woman, sleeping soundly, right?

Damn, why think of him all the time.

Who he likes, who he loves, who he loves, who he loves, who he slaps with, it's none of her business!

What she likes is Xia Yuhan. Now he likes her too. He won't marry Yang Xiaorui. In the future, they will associate, get married and live happily.

Thinking of this, she grabs the pillow and covers her head, forcing herself to think about Xia Yuhan and plan their beautiful future. As for the ice gourd, after passing this intersection, they will be infinitely far away and never meet again.

However, the brain quickly and uncontrollably back, she is also his nominal, recognized by the state, protected by the law of the wife, so unscrupulous infidelity, give her a big green hat, right? Is conscience OK?

hum low. She jumped up from a bed, grabbed the lipstick on the makeup cabinet, and stormed into his room.

Open the curtain, she drew two bloody skeletons on the glass window!

After returning to bed, she didn't want to sleep any more. She turned on her mobile phone and played games to kill the boring night.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky.

On the silent streets dominated by the rainstorm, there are few vehicles. Only Rong Zhenye and a group of people are frantically searching in various bars.

His whole body was wet, and thick and heavy clouds were pressing on his face. His manic and gloomy eyes were more frightening than the storm. Every time he dialed the other person's mobile phone, his eyes were colder. Unfortunately, the mobile phone in his hand became the object of vent and was smashed to pieces.

When he came out of the bar, he stretched out his hand, and Mai Wenyan quickly handed over the 21st mobile phone.

Finally, there was a ring in the microphone, and there was a glimmer of light in his dark ice pupil.

"In the middle of the night, what are you doing?" Yi again summer not bad and agitated voice spreads.

When she saw the caller ID, she was almost startled. She wanted to hang up, but she pointed in the wrong direction and turned on.

"Where are you?" He tried to keep his voice steady, and if he could, he would like to reach into the microphone, pull her out of it, and then chain her up for ten years.

"Nonsense, I'm sleeping at home so late." Yi again summer not good spirit of drop words, hang up.

At home?

Rong Zhenye's heart was shocked. He was already stretched to the extreme, and the nerve that was about to break suddenly relaxed.

"Close up." Toward Mai Wenyan dropped two words, he started the engine, gallop away.

Mai Wenyan stealthily wipes the sweat on his forehead. For the first time, he sees the boss out of control. When he is calm, he is like a cheetah who sleeps with his eyes closed. When he is out of control, he is like a raging dragon. He wants to kill at any time and tear everything into his eyes.

Men conquer the world and women conquer men. It's an eternal truth!

However, it remains to be seen whether the boss has really moved his heart, or whether his emotional investment is not going well, and whether he has become angry from embarrassment.

After all, he has always been cold-blooded and interested in women, which is more difficult than human landing on Mars.

In the apartment.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Yi Youxia's cell phone fell to the ground.

Ice gourd back?

Look at the time. It's four o'clock fast.

Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?

She couldn't help laughing with schadenfreude on her face, and she didn't think it was very kind, so she quickly lay down, pulled the quilt and pretended to sleep.

As soon as Rong Zhenye came in, he unscrewed her door. When he saw that she was really there, he was completely relieved.

Gently walked to the bed, bent down, her faint breath floating into the nose, fresh, pure, no wine.

Good. There's a slight arc in the corner of his mouth.

At this time, a drop of water from the tip of his hair, dripping on her face.

It was so cool that she thought he was playing a prank. Can't help but open his eyes, see him wet, like a drowned chicken, she was slightly surprised.

Down, desolate, depressed!

Well, it seems to be a real fight.