Chapter 2039

The next second, their foreheads were together.

He thought that it was really a dream. Except for the first night when she deliberately approached him, hugged him and seduced him, she was more honest and didn't have any physical contact with him any more, except... In a dream.

So he decided that he was dreaming again.

In real life, he is very rational. He knows to stay away from her, to avoid her, and to have nothing to do with her. They always keep a distance. The well does not cross the river. But in his dream, he can't control it, especially when she comes to challenge his bottom line.

The temperature as like as two peas on her forehead, she relaxed and closed her eyes and laughed. "It's good, no more."

He had a slow breath.

When he didn't react, he grabbed her chin and kissed her.

She glared at him in amazement and innocence, "brother?"

He covered her eyes directly and deepened the kiss.

Yes, he thought that it was her who always came up with him, and she overtly seduced him again and again. Then don't blame his men for being merciless. After all, it's just a dream, and no one needs to be responsible for anyone.

He was suffocated to the extreme, and then bad to the extreme. No matter how she struggled, he didn't let her go. He even covered her eyes. He didn't know that she was crying. He covered her mouth. He didn't let her say anything. He forced her to bear his madness again and again until he was so tired that he lost consciousness.

But he was not steady, and he didn't know why, so when the door made a "click" sound, he was particularly sensitive. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the curtains in the room were pulled, isolating most of the light sources. In the dim light, he smelled a certain smell, thick and erosive.

Some fragmentary memories were pieced together from his mind. At the same time, someone turned on the light, and the dim room lit up immediately. The light was dazzling. He subconsciously put out his hand to cover his eyes. Then he felt something. When he looked at the door, he saw Tang Guo'er.

Looking at each other, he saw her standing there, her eyes falling on him, and clearly caught in her eyes the confusion, embarrassment, all kinds of complex emotions mixed together.

He seemed to be aware of something. He looked down at himself in a panic. There were bite marks on his clavicle and scratches on his body. When he opened the quilt again, he wore nothing. The sheets were wrinkled and disordered, so that he didn't have eyes to see. The dried blood was like a flower blooming in tea.

All, all are reminding him that last night it was not a dream, but a real occurrence. He actually cheated in marriage and regarded himself as his sister. Xia ran, who was nearly ten years younger, fell asleep and made an irreparable mistake.

He really thought it was a dream. He did whatever he wanted in the dream, but when he woke up, his beloved girl, his wife, who he managed to marry, stood here and stood in front of him and witnessed all his filthiness.

The feeling of being struck by thunder is just like that.

"Fruit!" At the moment when she turned around, he almost called her urgently.

He was really afraid, afraid of her injury, afraid that she would say, "Zuo Yichen, let's divorce."

Look, how bad he is. Even if he made such an ugly and unforgivable mistake, he still didn't want to divorce.

She did not mention divorce. She just looked back, gave him a faint smile and said, "it's OK."

It doesn't matter, but it's more painful than any blame, spit, or divorce.

It doesn't matter. It means that she doesn't care at all. At this moment, he would rather be beaten and scolded by her, even like a shrew, than the four words.

She didn't even bother to ask who he was cheating on.

She didn't say any words that made people feel uncomfortable, but all the words she said seemed to stab him in the heart, "sorry, I came back too early to disturb you."

"Well, I'll take en'en back to her mother's house for a few days. Yi Chen, you'd better think clearly. Don't hurt other girls."

When she turned to leave, he really wanted to roar at her, "Tang Guo'er, you might as well kill me!"

Her reaction, her calmness, her indifference were more painful than killing him.

After all, he watched her leave, tugging at her wrinkled clothes, his fingers tightening and his joints turning white.

Looking at the room door, he was left alone in the empty room. The smell in the air made him nauseous. He raised his hand and slapped himself, slapped again.

He bit his teeth and let the blood seep from the corner of his mouth.

When he came out of the room after taking a bath, he met the nanny at the end of the stairs. "Are you awake, sir?"

"Is it better? You look so scary last night. You ignore me when I talk to you. You don't respond to me when I let you eat. I think you will faint at any time. "

"I don't know how serious it would be if I didn't hold back later and told the young lady to come to your room to have a look and know that you had a high fever and brought the doctor over."

"Young master, if you don't feel comfortable in the future, you must say it. Don't hold it in your heart. This time it's over. If you meet again, what can you do if you have something wrong?"

He knew that the nanny was concerned about him, but when he heard these words, he felt his ears were buzzing, dizzy, and his heart was full of blood, which immediately burst out, "who asked you to tell Shara? Who told you to mind your own business? "

"Even if I die of illness, it has nothing to do with you. I'd rather die in my room last night than you care about me!"

Nanny was scolded silly, wronged eyes red, "first, sir?"

She probably didn't expect that he, who was always good tempered, would get angry for no reason. Yes, even he didn't think of it. When he reflected what he was doing, he was full of frustration.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Liang Gu, forced himself to control his mood, and then reluctantly recovered. He apologized to the nurse, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you like that. I'm just in a bad mood. I can't control it. I'm really sorry."

Nanny repeatedly waved, "it's OK, it's OK, sir, don't apologize to me!"

What else did he want to say, but he couldn't say a word. At last, he looked at the nanny and went downstairs with a slightly vain step. Slow and heavy.

Driving in the garage, going to the company, sitting in the office, the assistant handed him the documents and talked to him. During the whole journey, he was like a walking corpse, and his thoughts had long been lost.