Chapter 1250

Despair, collapse, self loathing, burst out in one breath this evening.

She hated him so much that she wanted him to have a taste of her heartache at the moment. She wanted to tell the world about his unspeakable secret love and let his loved ones escape from him.

Let him get nothing like her.

But Ronan was innocent at first.

But she couldn't bear to die.

She was able to shoot him in the heart, but he was also distressed.

The wounds of the body can be healed, but the wounds of the spirit are hard to erase. The latter is the incurable disease that can really cause death.

"I don't want to stay here, I want to go home I'll take a taxi myself. Don't come and see me off. "

It was a mistake that she came to see lornan. In fact, she wanted to see how good her rival was. Then the fact told her that ronanchu was very good, really good, so good that she couldn't find any reason to hate her.

So it's over.

There is no way to hate ronanchu, so I can only hate myself.

She began to hate their own cowardice, hate the love of Yan Ruyu, hate that they can't get away from this deception, hate themselves. I really hate to be like this.

"Quiet." Yan Ruyu tries to hold her. He doesn't trust him to let her go back alone. "I'll take you back."

Lu Mingyou takes his hand out of his palm. Any touch he makes her feel miserable. Coming here is a self humiliating game. She wants to be quiet and think about how to spend the next three months together.

Maybe it's time she moved out of his villa.

What if he really liked her a little bit in the end? After all, she still can't reach the level she wants. Do you want to marry him for that little bit? It's ridiculous. The end of the game has been known from the beginning. There is no sense of expectation.

Yan Ruyu grabs her arm and is waved away by her. Her strength is too big, and her palm touches his face. "Pa" makes two people startled.

"I..." Lu Mingyou raised his head and looked at the red mark on his face, frowned slightly, and then whispered, "I'm sorry..."

She retreated, and the man's calm face seized her arm again. Lu Mingyou was frightened by him and tried her best to resist him. Her high-heeled shoes stepped on the stone and sprained her feet. She screamed and fell down on the grass. Unconsciously, she grabbed the man's shirt, and the heavy body of the other party pressed up on her and pressed her on the grass with night dew.

She turned over and tried to run away. The man caught her shoulder and pressed her on the lawn. She frowned and looked at him. Her face was full of tears, like a frightened fox.

He bowed his head and kissed her cold lips. His voice was low: "you are quiet. I don't like you as much as you think."

Deer Ming you do not open face, tears slide down her eyes, voice with a touch of grievance: "I know. But this is not what I want. "

"You give me a little more time," he sighed in a low voice. "Not much time, soon. Don't you believe in your charm?"

Lu Mingyou bit his lips. "Of course I know how likable I am. I don't believe you. "