Chapter 1259

The collar of his shirt was slightly open, the clavicle was protruding and sexy, and the drop of water directly dropped in and disappeared in the depth.

This face is undoubtedly the most beautiful she has ever seen.

His eyebrows and eyes, his nose, his thin lips... Every inch and every minute are linked to her soul. Only she knows how enchanted she is.

He was standing in front of her now, younger and more angry than her face. His skin was so good that he couldn't even see her pores. His dark eyes were staring at her, and her dull face was reflected in her pupils.

The lights in the debate room were dazzling.

Her eyelashes trembled, dodged, and said, "no, even if I can play, we are a team. I don't need to look into your eyes."

"You don't even dare to see my eyes. How do you see my opponent?"

“……”

Nonsense. She dares to see anyone but his eyes.

White tea droops her eyes and looks at his hands pressed on the table. His fingers are long, his nails are clean, and the blue veins on the back of his hands are clearly reflected.

She bit her lip.

"White tea, if you can't even pass this pass, I advise you to quit as soon as possible. The debate contest that the whole city students come to see is not your own joke!"

His cold voice rang out in her ear, every word with anger.

White tea was excited to swallow saliva, see, she saw him for four years, what can't see!

She raised her eyes and stared at him.

"..." when she was in the scene, he was disturbed by her sudden direct gaze for a second. He looked at her. She stood there, her long hair was tied, her face was white and clean, her facial features were clear, her black and white eyes were a little angry, and her lips pursed a few times

With the color of unintentional hook.

For a moment, he wanted to avoid her gaze.

There was no sound in the whole debate room. For a long time, Bai Cha stared into his eyes and said his words stiffly——

"The other debater said that he would go wherever there was a discount. That's good..."

On the day of receiving the marriage certificate, she looked inside and outside the door for two times, and finally decided to carry his luggage to her.

Because his life is too simple, pack up and finish every minute.

At night, when they were lying in the same bed, she still felt like a dream, nervous and breathing deeply.

The man next to him is lying straight, breathing evenly, without saying a word, without joy or anger, as if he had just changed his place to sleep, without any emotion that marriage should have.

As time went by, nothing happened on the wedding night.

She turned over, got up, knelt down on the bed, took a deep breath to see him, "you get up, I have something to ask you."

Smell speech, he just slowly sat up from the bed, short hair some messy, face no expression, black eyes no luster to see her.

"When you marry me, don't you think you feel guilty after eating my food for so many years and want to compensate me?"

She looked him in the eye and asked.

“……”

He sat there still silent.

At that time, he was staring at her so close that she could see what he looked like in his eyes.

At that time, she asked. In fact, if he wanted to tell the truth at that time, she could divorce him immediately.

She's not that close.

But he didn't speak. He just looked at her. Her eyes were still dispirited. She said bravely, "if so, we don't have to get married, really..."

He sat in front of her, his thin arms resting casually on his bent legs. For a long time, he bowed his head to her.

She clenched her fists nervously and couldn't breathe.

His movements froze with hesitation in his eyes. A few seconds later, he put his cool hand on her shoulder and her lips were covered.

We have known each other for more than two years and nearly three years. They hardly communicate with each other, and even left their first kiss on their wedding night.

She still remembers how much she trembled, how dry his lips were at that time, the flaps of his lips stuck together, clumsy contact, her head was blank, her world was only his dark eyes

Her hand clung to his clothes and slowly turned to his neck.

When he put her on the bed, she asked a particularly ridiculous question, "do you know my name?"He said, "white tea."

In this way, she fell into the sound of white tea and his heavy breathing.

This night, his eyes have been watching her, also engraved into her soul, thinking is pain.

Bai Cha stands there, looking into his eyes, and can't resist the attack of memory. She wants to suppress it, but only for a tsunami like surge

"It can be seen from this that the move of making progress every day can not be maintained all the time..."

She said, in front of the moment and switching scenes.

"Husband, has anyone said that your eyes are very good-looking? Would you like to see me more?"

"Every day, this kind of action is just a way to kill everything..."

"Husband, you didn't tell me that I love you. Look me in the eye and say once, once."

"When the day is up and the family is big, there is no discount you want..."

"Don't die, I beg you, don't die. Jingshi, I promise you everything."

"At the scene of the accident, Jingshi was holding a ring in his hand."

"There is also a document, which has been stained with blood and can't see the specific content clearly. I can barely see the word" divorce. "

White tea stands there, looking at the eye when the scene, mood like snow mountain began to collapse.

no way.

I really can't.

She's not that good. She really isn't.

"In this way, a good conscience shop for students will be... Sorry."

White tea can not control, leaving a sorry, turned and ran, desperate to rush out of the debate room, such as fled.

“……”

When the scene, standing in the same place, looking at her back, eyes a stagnation.

Instead of chasing him, he sat down with a heavy body, thin lips slightly open, breathed out a deep breath, and pulled the shirt at his heart with his long fingers.

It doesn't feel right.

That's not right.

If she doesn't run, maybe it's him the next second.

……

White tea all the way down the building, such as to avoid the general paste to the cold wall, the mood is strong.

Her hands beat the wall behind her again and again, her eyes red.

may not.

White tea, you can't be so hopeless.

Say good to put down, that is the matter of the last life, you remember fart!

You forget, you have to!

Tears gushed from her eyes. She turned around in a hurry and hit the wall with her forehead. Again and again, she looked like a madman in the dark.

Still unable to control it, she lowered her head and bit her hand, biting like crazy. The tendons of her forehead burst out, and tears still flowed down.

I can't cry. Crying is losing.