She is not his wife, she is just a bed-warmer, and she is something he doesn't like. She is what he calls a dead fish woman.
Xiang Qinglan's face turned even paler, but her fingers were clasped on the necklace around her neck. There was some kind of totem pendant that stung her hand, but his words stung her heart.
Su Zhetuo stood there, looking towards her with ice-like eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his laughter became even more cold. It turns out that you need money so much. He looked at her up and down, and she was all wet.
The colorless old clothes were only patched with two patches like ancient people did. The newspaper she was carrying weighed down her back so much that she couldn't straighten it up.
Xiang Qinglan leaned against the wall and did not speak. She pursed her lips tightly and moved her lips, but still no sound came out. With a wry smile, she lowered her head and looked at her whitened fingers.
There was no voice. She was also short of money. Because she wanted to live, and she and Qing wanted to live.
Su Zhetuo stared at her lowered head, but his eyes were complicated. Please beg me, please beg me. As long as you beg me, maybe I will...
Maybe he knew something. He was startled by his own thoughts. When did he start to be unable to let go of this woman? He felt distressed when she looked at her. Knowing that there was another man in her body, he would go crazy.
Get angry and then take revenge.
All this was his own fault. He couldn't bear the thought that not long after the divorce, she could find a new love. Perhaps this started when they were not divorced. His unreasonable speculations had already changed the past relationship.
Xiang Qinglan completely obliterated it.
In fact, how could he know what kind of woman she was, but she just didn't want to admit that she had done something wrong. She was the one who was jealous of the man named Qing, and she was jealous that she could do everything for him, but she had never
Nothing has been done for him.
"You come back to me. I'll give you endless money and I won't let you do such a job again." Su Zhetuo suddenly said this, but he succeeded in making Xiang Qinglan lift his head.
Headed up,
But Xiang Qinglan looked at him and realized for the first time that she had never understood him before. Wasn't he about to get married? Wasn't he about to have a wife? When she returned to him, what should she be? A mistress or an ex-wife?
Su Zhetuo had already begun to regret saying these words, but this was what he wanted to say most now. Since he couldn't let go of her, then just keep her by his side.
His ex-wife, after two years of relationship, was somewhat used to it, and he didn't need her to be with a man like this again. Otherwise, he would really go crazy with jealousy.
"As long as you leave that man," thinking of this, he stood there with his hands folded across his chest. His natural leadership ability made everything he said obviously so heavy. It didn't seem like he was negotiating terms, but just like he was talking about
Orders and requirements.
Xiang Qinglan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her determination and persistence were in her eyes.
She shook her head, stabilized her body, jumped over him, and walked forward. There was no way she could return to him. No matter what her status was, he was about to get married. He had betrayed their marriage, but...
She will not betray other people's marriages, even if they once belonged to her.
Once and now, it’s just once and now.
Moreover, she will not leave Qing, no matter how hard it is.
She is no longer open to him, and Qing will not leave her.
They are relatives who depend on each other for life. Two people who depend on each other for life. How can their lives be complete without one person.
But Su Zhetuo just looked at her figure walking further and further away. He pressed his fingertips hard into his flesh, but he couldn't feel the pain. She refused, and rejected him again.
"Very good," he smiled coldly, "Since you want to work hard, then continue to work hard."
He turned around and walked towards his car. By chance, he saw in him a kind of coldness and loneliness at a high place.
And his background Wei Wei also has a somewhat lonely meaning.
It was already late autumn, and the wind was gradually getting cooler. His cell phone rang at this time.
He took it out and saw that it belonged to Gong Ruxue, but his phone only had the words Gong Ruxue written on it, not wife, not wife, and not lover.
She was just about to become his wife, but not now.
He loved her very much, but he still loved her rationally.
"Hey..." The low and pleasant voice belonged to him. It was still calm and there was no hint that he had actually suffered a big blow just now.
"Tuo, when will you come home? The meal has been prepared. I have been waiting for you for a long time, and... I miss you," Gong Ruxue's coquettish voice came from the phone. In the past, he would have
This action would be heartbreaking, but unexpectedly, he took away the phone slightly and looked at the two gods in the distance with some indifference and coldness.
"Well, I'll go back soon," after saying that, he hung up the TV directly. Gong Ruxue seemed to be still talking about something over there, but he was no longer interested in knowing.
After sitting back in the car, he unexpectedly did not drive immediately. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his mouth and started smoking. The cigarette on his fingertips revealed the scent of tobacco, and he narrowed his eyes and seemed more...
It has sunk a bit.
After delivering the last newspaper to Qinglan, she reached out and wiped the sweat from her head. When she turned around, a faint smile slowly appeared on her lips. The day was over again and she could go home.
.
She has never expected anything, but now, she has an expectation, every day, because someone will be waiting for her at home,
Home, that is a very beautiful word.
It was customary to go to the bun shop and buy a few buns. She took the buns in her hands and walked towards the road she had walked hundreds of times.
She was always in a good mood, except for the person she just saw.
Su Zhetuo, what exactly does he want to do?
She pursed her lips. She wouldn't think that he still had any feelings for her. He had always been proud. Maybe it was just the man's pride that was to blame.
But why, she felt uneasy now and shook her head. She must have been too tired recently and thought too much. What else could they have to do with each other?
She continued walking, but her steps became much brisker.