Chapter 133

Although she had lived in the villa for several days, she had never been to other bedrooms. At this meeting, she opened the doors of all bedrooms one by one and looked at the beds inside carefully.

When she came out, she felt like vomiting blood.

all beds are as like as two peas, only with different sizes.

She was fooled by some man.

As he walked into the room, Rong Zhenye just finished bathing and lay on the bed playing pad.

She walked up to him with her hands akimbo and glared at him fiercely. "I want to change the bed. I want the biggest bed in the next room. If you don't change it, I'll go to sleep next door."

Rong Zhenye's dark eyes flickered in the light.

His little secret was discovered so soon!

Put down the pad, he raised a beautiful mouth, calmly smile: "wife, this is not very comfortable?"

"It's summer now. It's too hot. It's crowded together to get prickly heat." Yi again summer pouts small mouth, unexpectedly hide her to change a bed secretly, too much.

"Just turn up the air conditioner." A man shrugged.

"Are you a freak, making all the beds the same, not afraid to go to the wrong room?" She looked at him strangely as if he were an alien.

He stretched out his iron arm and pulled her into his arms. "The main reason is that there is no hostess. Now you can rearrange it according to your own preference."

She looked at him with a coquettish look: "first of all, change this bed."

A man put his handsome face close to her, slightly warm breathing gently blowing on her face, as if in indirect kissing, "if you want to change it, anyway, you will naturally roll to me when you fall asleep, big bed and small bed don't matter."

A girl.

"I don't want to be as far away from you as possible." Who knows about sleeping? We must deny it.

Rong Zhenye sighed: "do you care so much? We've been married one night at least. "

She shivered slightly.

She no longer has that layer of membrane, women only the first time is the most precious, the second time and the n no difference. She is not hypocritical, but in her heart, sex and love are inseparable. Having a relationship with a man who doesn't love herself, she can't do it unless she's drunk.

Seeing that he takes advantage of her every day, he looks discontented. It seems that he hasn't gone to find Qin Xuelu in this period of time. Is he worried that she will give up in the middle of the way and try to win her over by defending herself?

Not at all.

"You can go to another woman." She murmured in a very low voice.

Rong Zhenye's eyebrows twisted, and a look of injury flew into his eyes. "In your heart, I'm just a prop that can be pushed to others?"

"What am I in your heart?" She asked, with a sad smile on her face.

He was silent.

He didn't know what position she was in his heart.

Maybe it's just an excessive emotional investment.

Maybe it's just a fun chase game.

Or maybe

"You are my wife!" This is the only answer he can give.

Wife?

She sneered in her heart. His hesitation was like the cold air sweeping from Siberia, which condensed her heart into ice.

Instead of using this high sounding word, it's better to use cannon fodder or substitute directly to let her understand.

The position of the young granny of the Rong family is so dignified that thousands of noble women have broken their heads and are crazy about it, but for her, it's just a floating cloud.

She wants a husband who really loves her, not a gorgeous body.

In her meditation, he had got up and walked out of the room.

This evening, he did not come back, she tossed and turned, almost to the dawn to sleep, the next day up, he had left.

Fang Yifan has a guest announcement to go to Hengdian. As soon as she leaves, the villa becomes very quiet.

Rong Zhenye didn't come back in the early morning.

Yi Youxia didn't feel sleepy at all. She was lying on the sofa watching TV to pass the time.

She was a little absent-minded, and her ears were always watching out.

Once upon a time, he would call her when he wanted to come back later, but today, he didn't even have a text message.

He's not mad at her, is he?

She's not wrong.

He is the one who is really wrong.

I don't know how long later, the sound of the motor of the car finally came from the yard.

She quickly turned off the TV, ran upstairs, hid in the room and pretended to sleep.

Rong Zhenye didn't come in. He just pushed the door open, looked at her and left. She thought he was going to take a shower, but after a long time, she didn't see him come in.

She slipped out of bed quietly and looked out through the crack in the door. The corridor was dark. He seemed to be sleeping in another room.In the heart, some inexplicable lost, but she chose to ignore.

He is not good, no one disturb her, you can sleep quietly.

She picked up the pillow and closed her eyes to count the sheep.

For two consecutive days, Rong Zhenye came back in the middle of the night and slept in the next room. In the morning, he went out quietly without saying hello to her.

On the third day, there was a haze in her heart.

Lying in bed, looking at the alarm clock of the bedside table, it's already one o'clock in the morning.

There was no footstep outside.

Before, she thought the bed was too small, but now, it seems to be very big, big enough to make her feel lonely.

Did he really go to another woman?

Is that Qin Xuelu?

I haven't loved you for a long time. Now when I meet you, it's like the positive and negative poles of a magnet. I can't bear to separate them.

Images of them hugging each other kept coming to her mind, and even if she pressed her head with a pillow, she couldn't get rid of it.

The jealous snake sneaks in from the slightly open window, spits out the bright red core, climbs to her bed, gets into her heart, and refuses to leave, tormenting her in pain.

She jumped up, rushed out of the room, ran downstairs, rushed to the bar, opened a bottle of red wine, poured it full, and then raised her head to drink.

The paralytic effect of alcohol alleviated the uncomfortable taste that puzzled her, so she drank one cup after another until a big hand stretched out from the side and took away her cup.

"Why don't you go to bed so late?" His voice came low.

She turned her head and squinted at him drunkenly. "What are you doing back here? Give me the glass back. Don't disturb my drinking!"

She stretched out her hand and staggered to grab the cup in his hand. She tripped over the stool and fell forward. He raised his hand to hold her in time. "You're drunk. I'll take you upstairs."

"Go away, you don't care. I want to drink." She used a brute force to push him away, picked up the bottle on the bar and poured it directly into her mouth.

"No more drinking." He took the bottle from her hand, picked her up and went upstairs.

She struggled desperately. Her fist fell on his shoulder like a raindrop. "Let me go, Rong Zhenye, you bastard. I hate you, especially you!"

A touch of pain came out of his eyes. "I know, so I will pay attention to it in the future, and I won't let you worry any more." He had a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was very low, as if a wounded cheetah was panting.

He really needs to calm down.

He hated the feeling of losing control, and even more hated that his feelings were controlled by her.

Even if she is the only wine that he wants to indulge in, he must not let himself indulge too much.

Only he can be the dominant player in this chasing game.

He gently put her on the bed and turned to leave. She suddenly reached out and grabbed him by the corner of his coat. "You are not allowed to go. Do you forget that you have been taken care of by me. You are mine, only mine. You are not allowed to go to other women!"

He trembled violently and turned around. His dark ice eyes seemed to be ignited by the fire. In an instant, they had brilliance. "What do you say, confused fool, you say it again." Fearing that he had heard wrong, he bent down and held her face. His hand trembled with sudden ecstasy.

"You don't go." All her consciousness was controlled by alcohol, and instinctively she put her arm around his neck.

"Well, I won't go." He held her tightly in his arms, like a lost and recovered treasure. She has this kind of ability, a simple expression, a word can let him not easy to find back the reason instantly lost.

"You're pissing off, muddle." He took her little hand and breathed heavily, forcing himself to keep calm.

"Asshole, you don't want me, you just want your childhood sweetheart, right?" She seemed to be angered, eyes in addition to blurred drunk, is deep resentment, small hand can not move, put his head down, in his shoulder hard bite.

"When I'm awake, I don't know what I'm doing." She mumbled drunkenly, as if to herself, "I clearly should hate you, you can not, ignore me, I am very uncomfortable, this is why?" There was a blank look on her face, like a child trapped in a maze and unable to find a way out.

"Maybe you already care about me, but you don't know it." He gazed at her deeply, his charming black eyes dipped in the mist, gently dripping out of the water.

"I don't care about you. I don't care about you at all. I love Yu Han. I just want to solve the problem of Xu Wanling quickly, and then I can divorce you and marry Yu Han." She shook her head in confusion, incoherent.

Rong Zhenye's brow frowned, and two clusters of gloomy sparks were burning in the fundus of his eyes, jumping in fury. This is like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which destroyed his original good mood.

He pinched the tip of her chin, and his chest heaved violently because of the continuous expansion of anger: "Yi Youxia, you can only be my woman in your whole life, don't have any other fantasies." He gritted his teeth and pressed her on the bed