"Stop talking, I'll give you three minutes to pack your things, and get out immediately." Yan Yufeng's handsome white face showed a hint of displeasure and impatience. He said these words coldly and firmly, this woman
If he dares to procrastinate again, don't blame him for changing his mind.
"Pack your things?" Xia Xiaoxi still doubted his words. Seeing that his face was serious and serious, and it didn't look like he was lying this time, she questioned it again.
"Get lost!" Yan Yufeng was extremely impatient, and he wasted so much time talking to let her go.
You have to know how long it took to think and struggle before saying this. He wanted to return to the majestic young gang leader that everyone worshiped before. Keeping him would only add pain and insult to him.
Xia Xiaoxi was a little stunned, but she reacted the next second. She quickly jumped out of bed and opened the cupboard, only to realize that everything in it did not belong to her. Her previous clothes had long since
It was just a shabby sweater that he threw away. Just throw it away.
She chuckled softly and looked down at her clothes. The clothes she was wearing now were still taken out from the closet. He wanted to take them off and return them to him without taking away anything about him, but she
But there was no other way. Taking it off meant that he was not wearing any clothes. Perhaps, this was destined to leave wearing his things.
She looked around and saw that nothing belonged to her. She smiled, and smiled from the bottom of her heart. This time, she could really leave, she could leave him, and leave this devilishly terrifying house.
"Nothing here belongs to me, it seems there is nothing to clean up, that's it!" Xia Xiaoxi raised her light and clear eyes to look at him, her voice was as ethereal as the wind, but sounded like the sound of nature.
Seeing her eyes as bright as autumn, with a charming smile when she looked back, and as shining as pearls, they were sometimes helpless and sometimes calm, as if they could bring back his dense and detailed memories.
He felt a little more sad for no reason. Is this the right thing to do? Do he really want to let her go? He asked himself
After being dull for a while, he still used indifference to cover up his sadness. He just let a woman go, why should he be so attached to her?
What kind of person is he, Yan Yufeng, and what kind of woman does he want? She is just her plaything, a tool to vent her anger, and he can just throw it away when he gets tired of playing with it.
If it weren't for the words she said in her sleep last night, he might never let her go, but it was precisely because of those words that he suddenly woke up. There was no benefit in keeping a woman who didn't love him by his side.
There is no use value, only satire and belittlement of his identity.