Jiang Chunhui also confessed in front of Sang Xiaoyu how clean he was.
Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said: "I know a girl. To be precise, we met a girl together. Her name is Gao Miaoyu, and she lives where I once lived..."
Sang Xiaoyu watched Jiang Chunhui's face turn from white to red, and then from red to white again.
Both of them fell silent.
Jiang Chunhui silently took out a cigarette. In the past, he would not dare to smoke in front of Sang Xiaoyu because Sang Xiaoyu was not in good health.
Now, Jiang Chunhui felt that his old background had been exposed, and he became a little angry.
He blew out a smoke ring and looked at Sang Xiaoyu silently, his eyes shining with warmth, and his eyes were meaningful and hidden, which made Sang Xiaoyu feel a little scared.
The words have already been spoken, so why not say it to the end.
So he continued: "It seems that you have been together for a while. Why is she not your lover? Is this what you call pure and self-sufficient?"
Chunhui, I'm not qualified to ask you, but we have different standards for choosing the other side. Let me ask you, if I were like you, saying that I love you while being entangled with all kinds of men, would you still think so highly of me?
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I am the same, I like men who are dedicated and dedicated, but you are not and you will never be able to do that."
Jiang Chunhui was stunned. He never expected that Sang Xiaoyu actually knew about Gao Miaoyu's existence.
He stammered: "Who? Who is Gao Miaoyu?"
As Jiang Chunhui spoke, his heart was filled with sadness. Looking back on the past, he was filled with resentment and confusion.
Sang Xiaoyu said sincerely: "Chunhui, let's not get entangled. The ups and downs in the past two years have made me tortured and even kidnapped.
Sometimes it's my fault. I treat gratitude as emotion, so I'm not so determined to stop you.
We are not from the same place, and being moved is really not a feeling.
Love is such a strange thing, like a rash, you can't hide it even if you want to, and you can't fake it even if you want to.
You go back to your own life. No matter how colorful your life is, I have no right to blame you.
You have your own life, and so do I.
It's impossible for us, don't waste your time on me."
It was the first time Jiang Chunhui heard her analyze the relationship between two people so seriously. He asked: "Have you really never loved me at all?"
Sang Xiaoyu said seriously: "It's my fault that I was tempted and mistook gratitude for emotion. I should have told you earlier."
Jiang Chunhui was unwilling to give in and asked: "If I lose my marriage, will we have hope?"
Sang Xiaoyu was a little annoyed. She thought that Jiang Chunhui had to have some boundaries when he was with her, but now she realizes that if you accept her more, she will be qualified.
She now has a pale and dazed feeling. She feels that she needs Jiang Chunhui more than ever, both in terms of funds and connections.
But Cheng Weize and Jiang Chunhui made such a fuss at the opening, which was a warning to her not to hesitate any longer, as the road ahead would be even more dangerous!
She was a little tired and said feebly: "I have said everything that needs to be said. I am too tired today. You should go first!"
Jiang Chunhui had no intention of leaving when he came, but seeing Sang Xiaoyu's dejected look, he became discouraged and had no choice but to ask: "How do you know Gao Miaoyu? She was the one who found you?"
Sang Xiaoyu was excited and tired at the same time. What she was excited about was today's turnover. Zhao Chunling analyzed that it was almost 100,000. What she was tired about was whether such troubles would surround her in the future.
She pulled the quilt off the bed and said, "Is this important?"
Jiang Chunhui nodded and said, "It's very important to me."
Sang Xiaoyu called Zhao Chunling and asked her to wash up and go to bed.
Then he said to Jiang Chunhui: "Ask her, Gao Miaoyu can give you the answer!"
Jiang Chunhui had no choice but to leave dejectedly and close the door. It was completely silent outside, and the whole city was sleeping. He raised his head and glanced at the starry sky, feeling that tomorrow, no, today would be a good day.
After getting into the car, Jiang Chunhui was still thinking about what Sang Xiaoyu said. She was about to break up.
He felt that Sang Xiaoyu had changed.
He thought of Sang Xiaoyu's helplessness when she was ill. At that time, she thought of herself as a god, and vivid and vivid scenes in her memory appeared before his eyes. Now they have become illusory images and have become unreal at all.
For some reason, Jiang Chunhui always felt that Sang Xiaoyu could succeed.
This woman is a miracle. Even if she does not have herself in her life, she cannot be trapped at home. Even if she is on the street in the wind and rain, she still has a very clear vision.
On the surface, she also has moments of weakness, but the perseverance in her bones is what he lacks the most.
She was different from other women, which was why he couldn't figure it out. The more he couldn't figure it out, the more unwilling he felt.
His main dissatisfaction now is not with Sang Xiaoyu, but even more dissatisfied with Gao Miaoyu.
Jiang Chunhui was extremely angry and drove to the place where Gao Miaoyu lived.
When we arrived at our other home, it was already past one in the morning, and Gao Miaoyu should have gone to bed long ago.
He didn't knock on the door, opened the door with the key, took off his shoes, and walked gently to the bedroom.
The room was dark. Jiang Chunhui turned on the light and found that no one was in the room.
He didn't believe that since the two of them got together, Jiang Chunhui found her a store selling luxury goods, and there was no such thing as working overtime or night shift.
Jiang Chunhui turned on all the lights and shouted again, his own voice echoing around him.
Jiang Chunhui didn't come often, sometimes not once a month, but he never thought that she would be away.
Jiang Chunhui took out his phone and called.
The call went through, but no one answered.
The more Jiang Chunhui thought about it, the angrier and angrier he became. Five minutes later, the phone was turned off.
Jiang Chunhui was so angry that he almost smashed his phone and rummaged around the house like a trapped animal.
He searched all the places and found that in the big closet, he didn't know if she had added a hidden compartment herself or if it was there before. He had never paid attention to such things.
There is an exquisite little locked box in Ligri.
Jiang Chunhui searched for a long time but couldn't find the key. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
He found the pliers and destroyed the little lock without thinking.
Inside were some bankbooks and jewelry I bought for her.
He also saw a USB flash drive.
Jiang Chunhui was a little sensitive, so he immediately started Gao Miaoyu's computer.
Finding that his computer was locked, he tried using various numbers, but he still couldn't unlock it and even locked the system.
He put the USB flash drive into his bag.
He looked blankly at the messy house he had turned over, feeling a little sad in his heart. He was considered a respectable person in Mei Lanjiang, but he didn't have a relationship that could warm his heart.
His wife is thinking about the money in his pocket every day, and so is his lover. The woman he loves most is far away from him, and no woman in the world has ever been sincere to him.
Jiang Chunhui decided to fight back desperately, he wanted revenge!