[Small Theater].
After getting married, she found out that this man was not only domineering and strong, but also possessive, and he went crazy and didn't recognize his relatives.
One day, she meets her former suitor, and the two meet in a café to catch up.
Within two minutes of sitting down, the doorbell rang.
Ignoring the clerk's nymphomaniac gaze, Jiang Jingxing pulled the coat he took off in the crook of his arm and walked straight in the direction of the two, smiling elegantly and impeccably: "Baby, this is your friend?" Don't you tell me about it? ”
Looking at the men in full costume, Wen Lan was dumbfounded.
Didn't he fly to the United States to talk about business?
It won't be a chartered plane to rush back overnight, right?
After cheating and being blocked by his fiancée, Ling Xu was very depressed.
At the gathering in the circle, he complained to the big boss of the company group that he had been talking to for a long time: "Brother, do you say this woman is hypocritical?" I heard that you are going to get married, but don't look for this kind of angel with a petty nature. ”
Jiang Jingxing smiled lightly: "No, your sister-in-law is very virtuous." ”
Having said that, he felt that Wen Lan would turn back, and it was a matter of how to coax him.
Who knew that soon after seeing someone posting Jiang Jingxing's wedding photos, he was dumbfounded.
The one with a smile on the ** is not his ex-girlfriend?!
*Excerpt] finally stayed up until the end of work, she wandered the streets alone with her bag, thinking about distraction.
When she passed a gold shop on the corner, her steps seemed to be nailed.
Through the glass, she clearly saw that Zhong Jiayue was holding Ling Xu, lying on the counter and pointing this and that, as if she was picking a diamond ring.
The latter's expression was a little impatient, not knowing what she said, Ling Xu shook her off fiercely, turned around and was about to leave. As a result, she left the teller lady and followed, grabbed his arm again, and looked at her expression, as if she was coaxing him.
Ling Xu's expression slowly eased, but the corners of his lips still hung with disdain.
After breaking up with her, his young master's temper seemed to be disdainful of hiding it. In the past, at least he never showed this kind of expression in front of her, pretending to be gentle and understanding, completely like a successful career and a confidant brother.
Tut. She tauntingly lifted the corners of her mouth.
I wanted to throw my hand and leave without care, but her face was still hot, and her steps were uncontrollable, as if a thread was firmly pulling her.
Two years is not a long time, but it is not a short time, but now that I look back, it seems that all the feelings invested in it were fed to the dog.
From the ties, suits, and shoes she bought for him, to the noodles she cooked for him, the buttons she sewed, ......Ling Xu is the kind of typical young master, the scenery outside is infinite, when they live together, they know that they can't take care of people at all, taking care of themselves is a problem, and the clothes can be piled up on the ground for a week without washing, she can't stand it at all.
When she was with Fu Jingnan, she had never done any of this.
I thought I didn't invest much in this relationship, but in retrospect, my heart was still like a knife, and my face felt like I had been slapped countless times.
Embarrassing and funny, like a clown.
Seeing Zhong Jiayue holding his hand and coming out of the door, she wanted to turn around and leave, but unfortunately it was too late.
The automatic sliding door opens.
The two sides met in a narrow way.
The moment she saw her, Zhong Jiayue subconsciously grabbed Ling Xu's arm, and her expression was somewhat arrogant.
When she faced Wen Lan at the beginning, she was weak-hearted.
After all, she did help her once. However, this sentiment was soon replaced by that deeper jealousy. Thinking about it, she did stay by virtue of her own ability, she didn't owe her anything, she didn't need to be weak-hearted.
She hates the indifference and innocence of Wen Lan the most, so she will use this to hang men. Ling Xu is just a rebellious mentality, and what he can't get is the best.
In fact, for a boy like him, how can he really care about any woman?
After a long time, he will find that a woman like Wen Lan is not suitable for long-term living together. Especially for a son-in-law like Ling Xu, he definitely can't stand this kind of woman who has a cold face in everything.
However, when she accidentally rummaged through his drawer and saw the rare 4-carat pink diamond, she broke her defense.
What Ling Xu chose for her was a one-carat ordinary diamond, ** but six figures, or six figures.
It is said that how much a man invests in a woman means that the man cares more about this woman, and Ling Xu's perfunctory investment in her is not at all comparable to the fraction of what he spends on Wen Lan.
This made her feel like a fish in her throat.
And Ling Xu's mother, when she went home with him to see his mother for the first time, her mother's eyes were not eyes and noses were not noses, and when she went to the bathroom, she didn't go far when she heard her mother talking to her over there: "Ah Xu, you're not mistaken?" This one isn't as good as the one in front of you! looks so ordinary, has such a poor figure, and has an average education and job. Did you make a mistake? ”
After saying a lot, Ling Xu just had a faint expression, as if he was quite approving of the fucking words: "Then what do you say?" Everyone knew I was getting married, the invitations were sent out, and I told them the bride had run away? Where is our family's face? That's it. ”
What are these words?
She was furious when she thought about it.
However, this is definitely a great opportunity for her, so she desperately tries her best to please Ling Xu, please her mother, and wait to marry into a wealthy family.
Although Ling Xu was not gentle with her at all, and even had an extremely bad attitude, he was far from being as considerate as he was when he first asked her out. She thought about it for a while, and felt that he might still be angry, after all, it was because of her that his marriage with Wen Lan was broken, and he fell into this dilemma, so she was relieved.
At least in this war, she is the victor.
It doesn't matter how the process is, what matters is that she wins.
She was a little curious about Wen Lan's mood at the moment, and looked at her with a bit of playfulness. It's a pity that Wen Lan has basically no expression on his face except for indifference or indifference.
This result does not satisfy her, and certainly not the men around her.
Ling Xu stared at her tightly, unspeakable anger for some reason, but what he said was: "Wen Lan, I'll give you one last chance, we will get back together, and the bride will still be you." ”
When he said this, he didn't care that Zhong Jiayue was next to him.
Zhong Jiayue was so angry that she almost jumped to her feet, but she came back to her senses in a second, and she still endured it, just glaring at Wen Lan with a murderous gaze.
Wen Lan didn't want to deal with him anymore, so she turned around and left.
Wen Lan-" Ling Xu roared angrily, stepped forward to stop her, and grabbed her arm, "Two years of relationship, you are so indifferent?" ”
Let go! We've finished Ling Xu. You're not such a person you can't afford to let go, are you? Or are you so fond of me? ”
Ling Xu was a very arrogant person, and he couldn't stand it when he was provoked like this, so he shook her off: "Do you think I have to be you?" I'm telling you, there are so many women who want to marry me! He took Zhong Jiayue in his arms and lowered his head to kiss her.
Dead memories begin to attack Wen Lan.
Her memory went back to that night, when Ling Xu smiled and hugged Zhong Jiayue into her arms, treating another woman with the same tenderness that had been done to her.
Morning and twilight. Fourth, after doing something sorry for her, I still feel that she is making a small character.
How confident is he?
Wen Lan couldn't tell if it was anger or sadness.
She left without saying hello, pulling the corners of her mouth, and she was in a terrible mood.
Speaking of which, she was a real failure.
Career, relationships, all run in a mess, and there is no one more failed than her.
I don't know how long she walked, but she squatted down and hugged herself tightly, feeling as if many parts of her body were not as cold as she was.
Why are you here alone? Someone held an umbrella over her head to shield her from the drizzle.
Wen Lan looked up, and it turned out to be Jiang Jingxing. I don't know if it's her delusion, but she always feels that there is concern and pity in his dark eyes.
She was stunned for a moment, didn't speak, just looked at him.
Feeling her strange silence, Jiang Jingxing also put away the expression on his face and looked at her seriously.
Seeing the blank expression on her face, he was stunned for a moment, and was speechless for a while.
He hadn't seen Wen Lan like this since he had known him for so long.
The palm-sized face was pale and thin, and there was not a trace of blood on the lips, which seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind in the cold white light overhead.
The cold wind blew, and she shrank a little, her fingers turning white.
He didn't hesitate, took off his coat and wrapped her up, and picked her up horizontally.
Zhou Cong had already driven the car to the door, got out of the car, and was stunned when he saw this scene, but quickly picked up his mood and bowed down to open the back seat door.
Wen Lan looked up at his handsome face close at hand, and felt surprised.
Her mind was in a mess at the time, and her first reaction was: how can he hold himself like he is holding a doll? So easy?
When people are fragile and lonely, their psychological defenses are particularly weak. When he carried her to the back seat to put it down, she instinctively hooked his neck.
Jiang Jingxing's expression was stunned for a moment, and he looked down at her.
Her hands are delicate and boneless, smooth to the touch, her arms are as white as lotus roots, and every inch of her skin is incredibly tender, like a demon, as if there is a dark fragrance in the faint fragrance.
It's hard to say that this isn't an invitation.
Looking at each other, there seemed to be something different in the air.
He suddenly leaned over and kissed her, and held her under him fiercely, one hand firmly holding her cheek, the other supporting her side, and the leather seat sinking down.
It was so sudden, she was a little dazed, and she looked at him in disbelief with her big fawn-like eyes, and she didn't know where to swing her hands.
In her spare eye, she noticed that his hand on the side was wide and slender, with distinct finger bones, and there were meridians on the back of the hand that only mature men have, showing a ** pale cyan.
It's really different from those immature boys.
His shoulders are also broad, and the light pressure on her makes people feel irresistible. And the scorching breath that rushed to her face, enveloping her.
His tongue reached in, tentatively probing into her delicate mouth.
She shuddered, seemed to be awake, and jerked him away, not turning her head and shrinking into the corner, her face still warm and unsubsided.
My mind seemed to be a mess, and my ears were buzzing.
Sorry, I lost my temper. He smiled apologetically at her, and then sat on his side, keeping a certain distance from her, looking very gentlemanly.
But it's just what it seems.
She looked away in embarrassment, hugging his suit and cowering in the corner. There was also a faint body temperature on his clothes, very large, very warm, which could completely envelop her small body, and there was a faint woody fragrance on it, mixed with a little faint smell of tobacco.
Her heart trembled like a drum, and it was hard for her to tell how she was feeling at the moment.
Shocked, embarrassed, embarrassed ......What does he mean?