Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 205 Love Becomes Hate 3
Han Jing'er is right, what is she inferior to me?She is more beautiful than me, richer than me, and smarter than me. Cheng Yiming is obsessed with ghosts, so he abandons her and chooses me!

When I think about it, I lose my fighting spirit.

Not far away, someone was playing music, which was "Perfume is Poisonous", which I usually disdain.

"...I don't ask too much, treat me as good as before. But one day you said the same thing. Put someone in your arms. You smell of her perfume. It's my nose's fault. I shouldn't smell it. Seeing her beauty, wipe off everything and sleep with you. You have the smell of her perfume on your body, which is the inferiority that you gave. The love you want is too perfect, I will never learn..."

I feel that at this moment, I am very much like the resentful woman in the song. In my own world, the sky and the earth are as big as an obsessive love, even if this love is just a solo dance by myself .

In fact, I don't want to be a resentful woman. I always hope that I can be Azi in Jin Yong's works, dare to love, dare to hate, for love, regardless of everything, even if I sacrifice my own life.

But in the end, I couldn't do it.

I don't have the courage like Ah Zi.I can't do it, make love so intense and decisive, and I can't do it, make love that is either life or death.

I am walking on a crowded street.

Walking aimlessly on the street, the whole person fell into a trance state.The shop signs on the side of the street were swaying beside me like a revolving lantern, and I didn't have the slightest desire to squander.

Went to the window of a fashion store and I stood there.

In the glass of the window, my figure was vaguely illuminated, and I saw a face of myself.That face was still moving, but it was very desperate and sad, and there was something called "hate" in a pair of big blank eyes.This kind of hatred penetrates from my eyes to every cell in my heart.

I thought, life, why is this happening?

Fate, why did you play tricks on me like this?
The man I love, no matter how much I give, will always break my heart in the end.Is it because I am not good enough, or are all men in the world fickle?
When night fell, my mobile phone rang loudly, and it was Cheng Yiming who called.

The phone rang and rang, and rang and rang.

I didn't pick up, and finally turned off the phone.

Then I walked to a cigarette stand and bought a pack of Ruan Zhonghua—that was the brand Cheng Yiming liked to smoke on weekdays.Sitting on a nearby step, I pulled one out and held it to my nose to sniff.The smell of smoke is very familiar. I often smell it on Cheng Yiming. It is mellow, mild and thick, with a clean aftertaste.

At this time, someone came over, with a "pop", sparks flashed in front of me.I raised my head, and it was a very young and handsome boy.

I smiled: "Thank you."

Originally, I didn't want to smoke, I just smelled the smoke.Seeing the boy's enthusiasm, I passed my head over, put the cigarette in my mouth on the lighter in the boy's hand, lit it, and took a deep puff.This breath was too fast, and he felt choking, and suddenly coughed suddenly.

The boy asked: "My sister smoked for the first time?"

I managed to finish coughing: "No. When I smoked for the first time, you were still wearing crotch pants." Unexpectedly, I was still in the mood to joke.

When the boy heard this, he was not convinced, and his face flushed red: "I am not young anymore, I am 20 years old, okay?"

I said: "20 years old is also a kid."

The boy sat down next to me, and he tilted his head and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"Well." I said.

"I'm not happy either," said the boy.

"Why?" I asked.

The boy was annoyed: "I made an appointment with a girl, and she agreed to come, but she didn't come again, and let me go on the plane. I called her, but she didn't answer."

I didn't smoke anymore, I just fiddled with it and asked, "Do you love her very much?"

The boy said, "Well, I like her."

"Is she pretty?" I think I'm really a mother-in-law.

"Pretty." The boy said.

"Little friend, I guess that girl doesn't like you, so you should be sad and let it go." I comforted him: "Pack up your mood, and find another one. Have you ever heard that poem, where is there no fragrant grass at the end of the world?"

"Sister, what about you? Why are you unhappy?" the boy asked.

"I'm old and unloved. That's why I'm not happy," I said.

"How can there be no one to love?" The boy laughed: "Sister, you are not old at all, you are still so young and so beautiful. Sister, you said just now, clean up your mood and find another one, there is no grass anywhere in the world .”

"Are you willing to be my fragrant grass?" As soon as the words came out, I regretted it.God, how could I say such shameless words to a little P child whose fur hasn't grown yet?Sins, sins, no matter how hungry you are, don't abuse other young people, come to an old cow to eat tender grass.

I didn't want teenagers to look at me, so I was stunned for a second, and then I answered resolutely: "If my sister doesn't dislike me, I will." ——I guess this little boy is so sad because of his broken love,

Damn, what is this and what is it.

I threw the cigarette in my hand on the ground and stepped on it.After staying for a long time, he suddenly said in a commanding tone: "If you want, then you can kiss me."

"Now?" the boy asked.

I said, "Yes, now."

The boy looked at me, took a deep breath, and leaned over.His face slowly moved closer.The boy is really young, with his eyebrows, youthful tender face, and childlike childishness. There is a black beard on his slightly thick lips. I can see him clearly in the dim street lights The oily sweat on the face, and the vigorous pimples.

Maybe it was because of my scorching eyes, the boy's face, which was approaching a little bit, finally stopped at the distance from the tip of my nose.The boy said: "Sister, don't look at me, I can't kiss you if you look at me like this."

I laughed, but tears came out again.

Suddenly a sentence came to mind: Love is not something you can get if you want it, nor is it something you can give it if you want it. ——Correct this sentence for me: A man is not something you can have if you want it, nor can you give him a child if you want it.

I stood up: "I'm leaving. Bye."

The boy stared at me blankly.

I smiled again and left.

I had nowhere to go, so I went home.That home, in fact, is not my home either.I don't know, what should I do at this time.

I am very contradictory. I have different thoughts from one second to the next.

A second ago I thought, Su Lala, since Cheng Yiming likes Han Jinger instead of you, what are you doing here so shamelessly?Could it be that you have to wait for someone to take a big broom and drive you out of the house before you can leave?To be a human being, you have to have some dignity, right?

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(End of this chapter)