Chapter 343

"A dead duck has a stiff tongue." He clasped the tip of her chin, a sharp look from her little red mouth gently across.

"Anyway, I'm finished. Believe it or not, I'm leaving. Let go, or I'll call it indecent. My bodyguards are not far away. They will come to help me as soon as they hear about it. " She was a little angry and wanted to get rid of him and run away.

"Your bodyguard has long been removed by me." There was a narrow smile in the corner of his mouth.

Yi again summer is greatly surprised to lose color, borrow moonlight to look around, discover as expected nobody, "they are my bodyguard, how can listen to you?"

Rong Zhenye shrugs: "usually when I come, they withdraw. They get used to it."

Yi also summer small face is pale, how forget to tell bodyguard to change this rule?

"If you dare to mess around, I'll I'll bite my tongue and kill myself She threatened.

If you read too many novels, you can't bite your tongue. Rong Zhenye sneers and sweeps her from head to foot coldly. "Stupid woman, do you have anything else that interests me?"

Yi Xia was shocked. Yes, she almost forgot that his secret illness has been cured. Besides Qin Xuelu, she doesn't know how many women she has played with these days. He didn't need her for a long time.

There was a surge of blood gas in her chest. She bent down and bit at the back of his hand. He snorted and let her go. She took the opportunity to run towards the construction base.

Stupid woman, clearly does not belong to the dog, how love to bite?

He shook his head, sighed, and quickly followed her.

Back to the construction base, I found that it was dark, no different from the beach.

"What's the matter?" Rong Zhenye asked.

"There's something wrong with the power system. The workers are rushing to repair it, but I'm afraid there's no electricity tonight." The security guard returns.

No power?

Yi Xia shuddered again.

She has dark claustrophobia. Now the construction base has not been built, and only a few square meters of small dormitory can be used, which is equivalent to a small space for her. Without the light, she didn't dare to stay in it alone.

Rong Zhenye sees her panic and grabs her hand. "Go to my room."

"I want to I think so. " She flurried away his hand, they are ex-husband and ex-wife, past tense, at night alone men and women living in a room, is not a gossip?

"There's only one chance. If I miss it, I won't open the door." Rong Zhenye snorts coldly, and his body sends out a chill. He has no pity for jade.

Yi again summer a little cold, hugged the arm, she wanted to refuse very much, looked up to leave, a little dignity, a little backbone. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't overcome her fear of darkness and claustrophobia. It's better to be a little aggrieved than to be scared to death.

So she held out two fingers and pinched the corner of his coat Let's go. "

"It's kind of smart." Rong Zhenye mocks and walks towards the dormitory.

As soon as he entered the door, Yi Youxia's hand unconsciously held his arm. Although there was the light of a flashlight, the light was very weak, and the place where it couldn't shine was particularly dark and gloomy.

Especially when the door closed, she thought of the basement where she had locked her.

Rong Zhenye felt her tension, gently picked her up, put her on the bed, and then lay down beside her, "don't be afraid, I'm here."

She held out her little hand and grasped his skirt. "You won't leave, will you?"

"No His voice is gentle and firm, like the sea breeze whispering out of the window, gently soothing her nervous heart.

She buried her head in his arms and greedily absorbed the heat from his chest. She is so miss this embrace, so do not give up his warmth, she knows it will no longer belong to her, this may be the last time, she does not want to waste.

She gave up all her reason, all her worries, all her thoughts. She curled up her thin little body, trying to integrate herself into his arms. Tonight, at this moment, it only belongs to her, and she can completely monopolize it.

Her big breath, desperately sucking his breath, she wants to let them stay in her lungs forever.

She put her ears close to his chest, listening to his fierce and powerful heartbeat, she wants to put this beautiful melody forever printed in the hippocampus.

She almost entered a state of selflessness, even tears can not help but flow out do not know.

His skirt slowly wet, he keenly felt, heart slightly tremble, as if a plucked string, "sand into the eyes again?" There was something hoarse in his low voice.

She suddenly a shock, this just realize oneself of gaffe, flurried to wipe a face.

"No No, I I'm just so scared. " She was flustered and tongue tied.

"Afraid of the dark, or afraid of me?" He asked coldly, hot breathing gently whirled between her lips, as if a tease, more like indirect kissing.Two pieces of red clouds flew up her cheek. Fortunately, the night can cover everything and keep her little secret from being exposed. She swallowed her saliva hard, and suddenly found that there was a primitive desire in her body, longing for his kiss, longing for his touch, longing for his entry.

God, is she crazy? How can she have such a shameful idea?

She suddenly let go of the small hand holding his skirt and moved back, trying to keep a distance from him, but the bed was very small, only 1.2 meters. She's sleeping inside. She's leaning against the wall and can't move in any more.

So she just sat up and said, "did you bring wine?"

"Yes, you want to drink?" He sat up, too.

"Well, give me a drink. I'm not afraid of alcohol." She nodded. In fact, it's just an excuse. She's not afraid for a long time. She's just suffering, sad, heartache, and a kind of physiological impulse. She needs the anesthetic effect of alcohol to relieve it.

He got up, picked up his flashlight, went to the cupboard and took out a bottle of wine. Opening the cork, he poured two cups and handed one to her.

She was not in the mood to taste it slowly. She raised her head and poured it all down her throat. Then she handed him the glass and said, "another one."

"You'll get drunk like this." He didn't move and didn't seem to give her any more wine.

She frowned, very dissatisfied, climbed to the head of the bed, grabbed the wine bottle on the bedside table. If you don't pour it for her, she will.

She drank five cups in a row, and according to her drinking capacity, she has already started the drunken mode.

"No more." Rong Zhenye also estimates that she is almost drunk, so he forcibly snatches the wine bottle and glass in her hand. If she has another drink, she will surely fall down and get drunk.

"I'm not drunk. I'm a good drinker. I won't get drunk with a bottle." She shook her head like a rattle.

"I don't want to look after a drunkard in the dark." Rong Zhenye flicks her forehead.

She used a brute force and gave him a hard push: "ice gourd, do you know that since you married Qin Xuelu, it has become particularly annoying. Isn't that the red is near the ink, and the black is near the ink? "

"It's the same with you. You don't like it when you come back from America." Rong Zhenye's deep ice eyes are shining in the dark.

"I hate myself, too. I'm stupid and stupid and mean. When you are married to others, I will run to be your groundhog shamelessly. Mingming swore to break up with you in front of my mother, but when I saw you having a wedding with others, I was so sad that I was dying. "

She suddenly rushed over and grabbed him by the collar: "I'm your first wife. We haven't had a wedding yet. Why do you want to have a wedding with her? She is a small three, you are an asshole, you will not be happy. I will never bless you, I will curse you, curse you every day! " She was almost roaring, her chest, brain and heart filled with anger and resentment.

But instead of being angry, he raised the corner of his mouth. Her anger spread to his ears and turned into hope.

With one open arm, he put her in his arms. "Stupid woman, are you jealous?"

"I'm not. Jealousy is based on love. I don't love you, not at all! Because an asshole like you is not worth wasting my feelings. I'm dying in the hospital, but you and Qin Xuelu are happy outside. As soon as I leave you, you'll have a wedding with her and honeymoon. You are the typical dog men and women in TV dramas. I cry, I feel bad, all for their own worthless. My first kiss, my first night, my great youth are wasted by you bastards. " Then she began to wail.

A touch of hurt flies into Rong Zhenye's eyes. This woman has the ability to play with him in the palm of her bones. One moment, she will let him float to the clouds, another moment, she will kick him into the bottomless abyss.

He grabbed her shoulder, clasped her chin, forced her to look him in the face, "Yi Youxia, you tell me, do you love me a little bit?"

"I..." She almost spit out the word "love you", but at the critical moment, she still stopped her tongue. Although she has seven drunk, but there are three remaining rational. Her dignity has been trampled on by him, not even the last piece of debris can not keep.

Love is a game between men and women, to see who first lose heart to each other. In the game between her and Rong Zhenye, she lost. She didn't keep her heart. The only thing she can do now is not to let it be ridiculed, trampled, and keep its integrity.

"I won't love you. You're married to someone else. You're their husband. I have only one heart, love you, it will be broken, broken will not be Her voice was low, but clear.

His brow frowned. From her mouth, it seemed that he would never get the exact answer.

"If I divorce Qin Xuelu, will you try to fall in love with me?"

She dropped her head, and her voice was like breathing: "unless you fall in love with me, I will..." Behind the words almost lip language, there is no sound. True love is the exchange of heart to heart, so as to be equal.He shook his head and began to laugh bitterly. This confused fool was sent by God to torture him and enslave him.