My Mysterious Husband
Chapter 315 We Don't Need To Meet Again (3)
“Is there anything else unclear about this? " Yiyao Duan wiped her tears and pointed to Xuan, who was shivering on the bed. "Are you telling me that you spent time talking for the whole night under the quilt?"
Saying that, Yiyao pulled off the quilt. Xuan Zhao covered up her privacy in a panic. In addition, the touch of bright red on the white sheet was particularly dazzling to eyes.
Yiyao saw it, and Jingyan saw it too.
The air seemed to solidify at the moment. Half a minute later, Yiyao smiled with tears, "Jingyan Ye, I was wrong about you. From now on, we don't need to meet again. We are not even friends."
With that, Yiyao turned and left disheartened. Jingyan ran up and hugged her from behind, his face burying in her neck, saying with crying voice, "Yiyao, I'm wrong, I'm wrong..."
Cold tears slipped into her collar, and Yiyao's tears also fell, "Let me go."
"No, no, as soon as I let go, you will be gone."
Yiyao let her tears fall uncontrolled, "What does it change if you don't let go? Beg me to forgive you? Jingyan Ye, I, Yiyao Duan is not such a generous person."
If Jingyan hadn't confessed to her before, Yiyao would laugh it as a joke. However, the current situation was that he said he liked her while sleeping with other women. If Yiyao could forgive him, she would not be Yiyao Duan.
Jingyan hugged her tightly and didn’t speak. Yiyao got angry. A over-shoulder fall, she threw the man on the ground and went away.
Jingyan didn't care about the pain, got up and chased after Yiyao. The moment the elevator door closed, he put a hand between it. The elevator door opened. In addition to Yiyao, there was a hotel staff.
"Sir, it is very dangerous for you to do so." The staff reminded politely.
Jingyan's only attention was in Yiyao. His eyes focused on her thin back. The staff noticed that the atmosphere was not right and shut up.
Only then did Jingyan find that Yiyao was wearing a beautiful beige windbreaker, a woman-like style she rarely wore.
Jingyan quickly followed. He did not know what he was going to do by following her. He did not dare to ask for forgiveness, which would be an insult to her. But he didn't want
people into shivering. Jingyan only wore a white shirt, and he had been following Yiyao. It was like the first time that he confessed to her after
time was to hope,
severely cut piece by
the girl again, which
man to confess her feelings. However, she was slapped heavily in the face, but why did he send a text message to let
to humiliate her? Revenge on her refusal to him
Ye, I didn't know that you were
this way, Yiyao was sad and frustrated. The violent factors in her blood needed urgently
snapped, "What the hell are
did not speak. Passers-by cast curious looks. It looked like a fight between a boyfriend and a girlfriend.
on. Not knowing how long she had
and pick me up."
"Boss, where are you?"
eventually, "Can't you read the
a hurry, "OK, boss,
tall and gorgeous buildings. Suddenly she felt that she was so out of place with this place and with the people here. She needed to return to where she belonged as soon
time to part. He didn't want her to
minutes later, a military green jeep stopped by the side of the road. Yiyao went up to open the door, while her arm was grabbed
go." Yiyao said
"Yiyao, I dare not ask for your forgiveness. I
sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes looked away. She was a neat person. When she saw the naked woman
him to
With her other hand, Yiyao broke off his fingers one by one. When she got in the car, she caught the wet corner of
"Drive."
About My Mysterious Husband - Chapter 315 We Don't Need To Meet Again (3)
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