Chapter 547

She moved her lips and wanted to ask him if she would go to Huo's house tomorrow.

But his indifferent eyes finally swallowed it back.

She folded and went back to her room.

A moment later, Su Zheng owl also walked in and went straight to bed.

Tang Xiaoran stood in place, some unbelievable and flustered: "don't you go?"

"This is the real estate under my name. I live in my own home. Can't I?"

"No..."

She shook her head: "you sleep, I'll go to the living room."

Su Zhengxiao stared at her and said with a sneer, "hard to get? What are you? I don't count in my heart?"

Tang Xiaoran was in the same place with a knife in his heart.

"Come up!"

"Sleep in a bed. I'm afraid you're not used to it. I'll have to --"

Before the voice fell, the whole man had been thrown into bed by Su Zheng owl.

Tang Xiaoran curled up, his heart full of resistance and fear.

He touched her a lot.

But every time with anger, resentment, and humiliation.

She treats him as her husband.

But in his eyes, I'm afraid I'm not even as good as a prostitute... A woman.

Just then, a telephone ring came.

Tang Xiaoran hurriedly pulled the quilt, covered them and pulled the nightdress.

Su Zhengxiao looked at her with a sneer on his mouth: "bitch still wants to set up a memorial archway? When you designed me, you put... Dang on the bed. You forgot so soon?"

Tang Xiaoran trembled.

The phone rings again.

She tidied up her mood and cleaned up her mood: "Jingxuan's phone, he should be busy. I'll go and have a look."

The voice dropped and left the room quickly.

Sure enough, Jingxuan was going to the bathroom.

After returning to the room, Tang Xiaoran covered him with a quilt.

The child's hand grabbed her, and her eyes were bright and brighter than the stars outside the window: "Mom, Dad sleeps in a bed with you. Have you made up?"

Touched his head, Tang Xiaoran wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak.

He is only an eight year old child. Even if he is precocious, he is still a child: "go to bed and get up early tomorrow."

There are some things he doesn't understand.

Jingxuan nodded, his eyes were bright, and even the corners of his mouth were smiling.

Tang Xiaoran returned to his room. Su Zhengxiao didn't sleep and was smoking.

Hearing the sound, he put out the cigarette end, pulled her, grabbed her hair and threw it on the bed.

All night, the torture didn't stop.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Su Zheng owl finally fell asleep.

Tang Xiaoran didn't sleep.

It's not that I don't want to sleep, but it's too painful to sleep.

Suddenly, her waist was hit hard, and her painful eyebrows wrinkled and looked at her side.

Su Zheng owl moved and waved his big hand. His forehead was full of sweat, like a nightmare.

"It's all right. Sleep well. I'll watch you here and won't go." Tang Xiaoran patted him on the back with a light and soft voice.

Love a person is so uncontrollable.

Obviously, he was so indifferent to her that he hurt and humiliated her.

But as soon as I saw his frown, I was distressed.

The next second, Su Zhengxiao whispered, "Qingrou... No, I'm sorry, I miss you..."

Tang Xiaoran was stunned.

The two people finished their most intimate things, but the husband lay beside him and called the name of another woman.

He was covered with a quilt, but he didn't feel warm at all.

She clasped her lips and chuckled at herself.

The moonlight came in through the window and cast her shadow on the ground. It was so long.

She married him for eight years.

Zuo Qingrou's name also existed in her marriage for eight years,.

Eight years, 96 months, countless days and nights.

I used to think that a man loves a woman. How long and how deep can he love?

Zuo Qingrou is dead. How long can he hold on to a memory?

The sun turns and the stars move, the moon sets and the moon rises. Day and night alternate. One day, he will forget.

Even if she can't get into his eyes, other women will come into his sight.

Tang Xiaoran even imagined.

Maybe one day, Su Zhengxiao will lead a more beautiful woman than Zuo Qingrou to divorce her.

But she didn't think of it!

A woman has not been forgotten in his heart for eight years.

He is not mean, but too affectionate.

I thought I wouldn't feel it when I heard the name again.

But it's just self deception.

The living can never compare with the dead.

Now, there was no sleep, and her heart was full of pain.

Tang Xiaoran lay on his side and looked out of the window.

The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is cold.

Maybe it's easy to collapse in the dead of night.

Inexplicably feel very wronged, tears suddenly fell out.

I can't help it. I can't wipe it dry.

She didn't say a word, but silently wiped away her tears.

The other side.

Su Zhengxiao still frowned.

Uneasy, fearful and ferocious, even in his sleep, he grasped the sheets under his body and the veins on the back of his hands burst up.

He stood on the left side of the mountain, and Zuo Qingrou stood on the right side, separated by a cliff.

Watching helplessly, Zuo Qingrou was pressed step by step by a ferocious and obscene man.

She retreated step by step, but behind her was a cliff and there was no way back.

The middle-aged man was forced to stand in front of her with a disgusting smile.

His heart was in his throat and he wanted to run to save her.

But his legs and feet seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't move anyway.

He was anxious, angry, flustered and could not move his body.

The man had pulled off her coat and her body was exposed in the air.

Then she looked determined.

He knew what she was going to do. He shouted and cursed middle-aged men, tearing his heart and lungs.

Zuo Qingrou swept him with a little sadness, then closed her eyes and jumped down from the cliff with a gentle jump.

He had a splitting headache and screamed like he was going to explode.

Just then, Zuo Qingrou suddenly appeared at his feet.

Her clothes were taken off, her whole body was purple and stiff, and her face was bloody.

The skin and flesh seemed to have been carved by a knife, all turned out, and the eyes stared white. It was very frightening.

"Hoo..."

Su Zhengxiao was shocked, and his breath was faster and faster.

Then, rub open your eyes.

Only then did I know that I was dreaming. This dream was too real!

He closed his eyes and steadily breathed and heaved his chest.

When all those emotions were suppressed, he scanned his cell phone at 7:30.

His forehead is accompanied by pain, tension and depression in his temples.

Su Zhengxiao raised his head and landed on both sides of his temple, pressing and kneading.

The position beside me is empty, and there is no woman.

restaurant.

Tang Xiaoran is making breakfast.

Jingxuan had put on his clothes and carried warm water in his little hand: "Mom, did you sleep well last night?"

"It's OK." she was serving porridge.

"Will dad stay here every night?" he looked up, curious and hopeful.

Tang Xiaoran never gave her children empty promises. She said, "occasionally, maybe not."

The first second was still high and the next second was slightly drooping. The child was a little disappointed and said, "Mom, you can't cook a lot of delicious dishes. If you cook a full table, dad thinks it's delicious, maybe he won't leave us."