Chapter 129

Jiang Wu is suffering. His hot chest is like a volcano, ironing every inch of her skin.

She felt the deep sadness of the people in her body, and the frenzy of burning people.

He seems to be losing the most precious thing in the world, tearing up the false feelings in vain, releasing all his love and affection.

Jin Zuo hated himself!

He does not know how to love her, can only give himself out of control instinct, ruthless possession, even for her is a huge injury and irreversible outcome.

He looked at her, her face flushed in Yuhai, which coincided with her in the night of cruise.

It made him more irrational.

Once he remembered that if it wasn't for him, she would go without hesitation, and he was completely occupied.

Jin Zuo's muscles were tight, her strength was surging fiercely, and the hot breath kept spraying on her neck.

The initial pain in the past, she finally can't help crying out, she wants to escape, escape this out of control crazy man!

"Let me go Please, let me go

She escaped to the edge of the bed, and was fished back by him. Half of her body left the mattress, her hair hanging down in disorder, and she could only cooperate with him numbly.

"Let me go Please

Her plea, let him more crazy!

He turned her over, hugged her tightly from his back, and kept calling her name in her ear:

"Jiang Wu, Jiang Wu!"

Jin Zuo's hot breath sprayed on her neck.

The night then boils, and her eyes gradually lose focus, so that she can not see his sad face, also can not hear his voice.

He seemed to be calling her name all the time, and then he said something:

"love me, please love me..."

With a quick breath, Jin left deeply kisses her.

I don't know how long later, she dimly saw his brow locked, always cold eyes not only red, but also a Wang Yingying waves.

She finally lost consciousness, no joy, only pain.

Each other is the most painful torment.

By the time she woke up, it was the next morning.

He has long disappeared, bed quilt disorderly entangled, clothes broken into pieces of cloth, East and west of a piece of thrown on the ground.

The windows were tightly closed, and the room smelled of confusion and joy for a long time.

Burying her face in the palm of her hand, Jiang Fu couldn't even cry.

She sat for a long time with her eyes down. She didn't have to look at it carefully. She knew what was happening to her. She got out of bed with her legs stiff and went to the bathroom for a shower. When she came out barefoot, she picked out another dress from the wardrobe and put it on. She tied up her scattered hair.

Moving out of the suitcase, she packed her own clothes and took them away. She didn't take any of those luxury accessories with her.

In addition to clothes, she only took the photo frame of the whole family, looking back at the empty room, heart.

Take out the marker pen and write big words on the white wall:

"I have ulterior motives, and you may not be sincere."