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

Chapter 219 The Truth 2
I had to stop and turn to look at her: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Yi Xiaoyan walked up to me and stared at me with hostility in his eyes: "What's the relationship between you and Mr. Deng? You and I both took a fancy to a 386 million convertible sports car. He didn't buy it for me, but he didn't say a word. I will issue a check to you. Just now you spent a long time with him in the small banquet hall, what kind of shady deed did you do?"

I said coldly, "You won't ask him?"

Yi Xiaoyan was also calm: "If I dare to ask him, will I still come to you?"

I hummed: "Why should I tell you?"

Turn around to leave.After walking two steps, Yi Xiaoyan rushed to me again and blocked my way. She gritted her teeth and scolded me: "Bitch, shameless!" She raised her hand and wanted to throw it in my face.

I glared at her, I didn't expect her to make a move, I didn't know how to react for a moment.

Just when Yi Xiaoyan's slap was about to fall on my face, suddenly a tall figure rushed over like lightning, grabbed Yi Xiaoyan's hand accurately, and held it firmly.

This person is Deng Haoran.

I saw him with a cold face, staring at Yi Xiaoyan with disgust, and said in a cold voice: "Did you forget what I said to you? I said, it doesn't matter who you are rude to, just can't Move one of her fingers!" He said again: "If you dare to fight, if you hit with your left hand, I will cut off your left hand, if you hit with your right hand, I will cut off your right hand, if you hit with both hands, I will cut off both of your hands! Haoran, if you can say it, you will do it!"

After finishing speaking, he let go of Yi Xiaoyan's hand and strode away.

Yi Xiaoyan's face was red and then white, white and then blue.

Finally she chased after her: "Mr. Deng—"

I simply did not eat mutton.

Back at Qiao Weizhong's home, I thought about it, thought about it, and finally couldn't help it, so I mustered up the courage to call Cheng Yiming.After a while, he answered, his voice was very cold: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

I said, "Cheng Yiming, I—"

Cheng Yiming interrupted me: "I'm sorry, I'm busy." His voice was not only cold, but also polite, as if he was talking to someone who didn't want to do it: "If there is nothing urgent, I will hang up first." I was stunned , Before he could react, Cheng Yiming had already hung up the phone over there.

This is the first time Cheng Yiming is so indifferent to me.

He had never treated me like that before.

Never.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and Cheng Yiming said that he was busy. Obviously, he didn't want to talk to me.It's all my fault, it's all my fault.I really shouldn't be so willful and hurt Cheng Yiming so deeply that he couldn't bear it.

I regret it, I really really regret it.

I shouldn't do this, I really shouldn't treat Cheng Yiming like this.

After a while, Cheng Yiming called again. Before I could speak, he said: "If it's about divorce, I have no objection. It's just that I don't have time these days. You can write the divorce agreement. Wait for me to handle it." After finishing the work at work, I will sign and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go to the Soviet Union to complete the formalities."

After speaking, he hung up the phone again.

I stand at the window and look at the moon outside the window.

The moon is very round, like a snowball, inlaid in the dark blue night sky, it looks extraordinarily bright and clear.

It is said that Chang'e lives on the moon.Because Chang'e couldn't bear the temptation of life in the sky, she swallowed the elixir alone while her husband Dayi was out hunting, and fled to the Moon Palace.But the moon palace was empty and surprisingly deserted. Chang'e chewed the taste of loneliness and remorse in the long night, and gradually turned into a moon spirit white toad.

Li Shangyin, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once lamented Chang'e in a poem: "Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and the blue sky will be heart-warming every night."

I thought, can I use this poem to make it into: "Lala should be regretful and sad, and Bihaiqing is heartbroken every night." I thought again, if, if I were separated from Cheng Yiming, would I be like that too? Like Chang'e, lonely and miserable?

I don't know how long I stood at the window.

I still couldn't help it, so I called Cheng Yiming again.

The phone rang for a long time and no one answered, so I called again.No one answered, I'll call again.I kept pressing Cheng Yiming's phone number over and over again, as if I was crazy.

Finally, the call was connected.On the other end of the phone, there was deafening music, and a man was singing hysterically, with a woman's coquettish laughter interspersed.

I heard Cheng Yiming ask impatiently on the phone: "Who? Who is it?"

I said, "Cheng Yiming, it's me."

Cheng Yiming was still yelling. He obviously drank too much, and his tongue was a little knotted: "Hey, who are you? Why are you calling me? If you don't tell me, then hang up."

I said, "Cheng Yiming, it's me, Su—"

Before I finished speaking, I suddenly heard a girl's delicate voice on the other side of the phone asking, "Brother Yiming, who is it?"

I heard Cheng Yiming say again: "How do I know who it is? It's crazy!"

He hangs up.

Cheng Yiming couldn't hear my voice anymore, maybe he could hear it, but he pretended not to hear me, he said I was "crazy"!I grabbed my phone and stayed there for a long, long time.Not reconciled, he dialed the number again.This time, I just said "beep! beep!" and the phone was answered.

It was the girl's voice just now: "Hey, who are you?"

I asked, "Where's Cheng Yiming?"

The woman giggled: "He's singing, didn't you hear that?"

I heard it, and Cheng Yiming was singing: "...How many good sisters do you have, and why are all of them so haggard? How many good sisters do you have, ah, why do every sister marry tears? A good sister, why is every sister so haggard. How many good sisters do you have, ah, my brother, who is your favorite..."

I heard a girl yelling again: "Oh, Brother Yiming, this song is sung by our women. You are a big man, why are you rushing to sing? This song should be our good sisters. For you, a brother Sing." I don't know how Cheng Yiming answered, because the phone hung up again.

I called and didn't answer.

Call again, it's turned off.

Cheng Yiming has been refusing to see me, and he doesn't even answer my phone calls.I was not reconciled, I had a cheeky face, and I ran back several times, but when I left, I didn't leave any retreat, and I didn't bring the key, so I couldn't get in.I stood at the door and kept ringing the doorbell, but there was no movement inside.

I knew Cheng Yiming was inside because I looked up before going upstairs and saw the lights in the room were on.But no matter how I rang the doorbell or called "Cheng Yiming", he still didn't open the door for me.

He won't see me anymore.

He won't forgive me.

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(End of this chapter)