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

Chapter 206 Love Becomes Hate 4
The next second I thought again, why should I leave Cheng Yiming?I love him so much, really love him!It's hard to cook raw rice with him, and finally have his child, why should I leave him?
My heart is hurting and contradictory.

Thinking of the hug between Cheng Yiming and Han Jing'er, thinking of Cheng Yiming saying to Han Jing'er: "Jing'er, it's all right, I'm here! It's all right, it's really all right! Don't worry, Jing'er, I won't tell you about this." Lala. As long as I don't tell her, she will never know." My heart is not cold or gray.

The words Cheng Yiming said to Han Jinger, every word, hammered into my heart, every word, thoughts floated in the air, like light dust, but heavy enough to smash all my dreams.

I love Cheng Yiming so much, I am so obsessed with Cheng Yiming, everything about Cheng Yiming penetrates into my blood, my bone marrow, making me unable to extricate myself.

But what about this?

He still can't forget Han Jing'er, he and Han Jing'er are still alive again.

I feel like I can't go on like this.There has to be an end to everything, right?Suspending yourself in mid-air, unable to get up and down, is very hard.I decided, either go to heaven or go to hell, don't always be like this, hanging endlessly, you can't go to the sky, you can't go to the ground.

I faintly sighed.

Usually, when a man and a woman fail to get together, they break up.Then, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, south of the south, the years are boundless.Everyone is well.The so-called love is actually just an idea, born in a moment, extinguished in a moment, experienced, like a tree full of flowers after a spring rain, falling to nowhere.

I thought, do I really want to leave Cheng Yiming?

To be honest, I really can't bear to leave him.I think it's really infatuation. Most infatuated women are like Lin Daiyu. There is a man in their eyes and heart. If this man betrays his heart, he can only learn from Sister Lin, "How many tears can there be in my eyes? Autumn flows to the end of winter, and spring flows to summer."

Am I also like Lin Daiyu?

If I were like Lin Daiyu, then I would be sad.

Because Cheng Yiming is not as good as Jia Baoyu, at least Jia Baoyu has only sister Lin in his heart from the beginning to the end, but Cheng Yiming, maybe he has never had me in his heart.If you have to send a character from "A Dream of Red Mansions" to Cheng Yiming, then Cheng Yiming is the superficially sanctimonious Jia Zhen who "only needs the state officials to set fires and not allow the common people to light lamps".

At this time, the street lights are dense, like an orange overflowing with juice.

The sky began to rain again, the raindrops were not heavy, and the "tick tick" seemed endless.The cold rain fell on my face and body, but I didn't realize it, like a lost ghost in the rain.

I just feel sad, the kind of sadness that hurts to the bone.

Finally, I squatted down, hugged my shoulders, and couldn't help crying "嘿嘤", my whole body couldn't control it anymore, and trembled unceasingly.

Someone walked by, stopped, looked at me, and walked away.But, at this moment, I have no time to take care of my embarrassment and embarrassment.

At dawn, I was wet and dragged my tired body, step by step, back home—to be precise, it was Cheng Yiming's home, not mine.

Cheng Yiming was not there.

He didn't know where to go.Maybe, he is still looking for me all over the street, who knows?

The first thing I did when I came back was to take a comfortable hot bath.

Although the weather at the end of April and the beginning of April in the southern city was not cold, it was a bit muggy, but I was still shivering from the cold after being drenched in the rain all night, my face was blue and my lips were white.I was soaking in the bathtub, the water heater was running warm water, and the mirror opposite was soon covered with a layer of mist, vaguely revealing my gnashing face.

The body finally warmed up, and the blood finally flowed smoothly.

At this time, Cheng Yiming came back.

He probably heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. He rushed upstairs and entered the bedroom. He was greatly relieved when he saw me soaking in the bathtub in the bathroom. He said, "Lala, where have you been? I found You one night?"

I looked at him coldly.

At this time, Cheng Yiming, although his face was tired, could not conceal his beauty.The body is slender, tall and straight, and fit, with a few strands of hair casually pasted on the forehead, the lips are slightly open and smiling, sexy thickness, hideously beautiful, perfect, charming, sexy and capable of evil.

I was suddenly very angry.

I really wanted to have something in my hand, so I slammed it hard at this flowery man.

At this time, I suddenly understood why Ah Zi in "Dragon Ba Bu" shot Qiao Feng with a poisonous needle in the snow. She wanted the man she loved so much to stay by her side forever, even if, He became disabled, even if she served him for the rest of her life, as long as he could stay by her side.It's just that Ah Zi doesn't understand, if Qiao Feng is disabled, if she serves him for the rest of his life, then Qiao Feng, is he still the same Qiao Feng?

I said lightly, "I didn't go anywhere, I just wandered around."

Cheng Yiming said: "Lala, listen to my explanation, things are not what you see, Jing'er—"

I interrupted him: "You don't have to rush to explain." Then I squinted at him and smiled as if nothing had happened: "Cheng Yiming, come here."

When Cheng Yiming approached the bathtub, I suddenly pointed to the ceiling and shouted: "Cheng Yiming, look, what's on it?"

Cheng Yiming was fooled, raised his head, and looked up. I stood up from the bathtub with a "whoosh" at lightning speed, and then pulled Cheng Yiming with all my strength.

He gave me such a pull, he couldn't stand still, staggered, half of his body fell into the bathtub, the water splashed immediately, and most of the clothes on his body were wet.

Cheng Yiming was half body in the bathtub, struggling frantically, I stretched out my hand again, pulled hard, let go, and pushed again.Cheng Yiming shook his whole body a few times before falling into the bathtub and sinking into the water.He grunted and was forced to swallow a few sips of water before he stuck his head out of the water and wiped the water on his face with his hands.

I laughed "haha", pounced on it like a hungry tiger, and took off Cheng Yiming's clothes without any explanation.

I said: "Cheng Yiming, take a mandarin duck/bath with me?" I used a coquettish tone.

Cheng Yiming couldn't help but laugh: "Lala, why are you acting like a child? You're getting more and more naughty."

I said, "I like it."

Then, in the bathtub, in the water, I took the initiative to kiss Cheng Yiming, inch by inch, kissed his face, his earlobes, his neck, his eyes, and finally his lips.

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(End of this chapter)