Chapter 93

Name:Why we meet so late Author:芳苓
"Isn't that what you mean?"

He raised his voice and looked at me sarcastically. At the same time, with a pen in his hand, he kept knocking on the table, looking as if he was covering up his nervousness.

It's strange. What's the matter with him?

I'm not the worm in his stomach. I don't have time to study the little things in his heart“ Lawson, you sent me here! Your words are imperial edicts and orders. I can only obey them, not disobey them. Do you want to persuade me not to accept the legacy, or do you want to make a clean break with me on the pretext of this? "

Now that he's talking about this, I'll just ask.

Luoweisen was very excited. He broke the pen in his hand into two pieces, and the core jumped out abruptly, almost stabbing my eyes. He patted the table and said to me, "I'm just saying what you want to say in advance."

After listening to this, I feel really depressed. I clenched my teeth: "what are you? Do you think you know me well? Do you know what I'm thinking? Why do you frame me up if there is no evidence? "

I said that my temperament is twisted, not afraid of hardship, not afraid of fatigue, but can not stand being wronged by others. The more I talk, the more excited I am. I really want to have a big fight with Lawson. But I don't want to tear my face with him after all. After all, apart from other things, he did pull me to help me when I was in trouble and helpless. I have a clear sense of gratitude and resentment, and I'm not a heartless person.

If I can communicate, I still want to communicate well with him.

But Lawson didn't give me a chance. I said it. It stabbed him in the pain.

"Ha ha... Is this a false accusation? Yes, I'm not you. I don't know you. I just want your body. In your eyes, I am a male animal that can be in heat anytime and anywhere, right? In that case, what else can we say? I thought that after a long time, you will know some of my advantages... But now, don't say anything. I respect you. I respect your choice. "

He turned cold.

I'm so depressed. I don't know where lowerson got all this anger? Usually he doesn't get angry.

But since he thinks I want to break it, I can't have the cheek to hold his thigh. People have personalities.

I nodded with trembling: "OK. Let's do that. "

I told him that I would pay him back in monthly instalments for the shares he bought. Sell houses, cars and antiques. Give them to him anyway. I'll sign the will I inherited by subrogation later.

Since we want to divide, we should divide it clearly.

I said it, but my tears didn't hold up. They even came down.

I don't understand myself. I'm angry, but what can I cry for? Do I want to shed tears? Hypocritical or not? Funny or not? But I just felt that lowerson had hurt me, hurt my heart, and I burst into tears at the thought of it.

Men are ruthless things, in bed with you, sweet talk, can turn around, put on the pants, turn over.

My tears are ticking away.

Luo Weisen stood up and walked around the desk to me. His brows were locked and his lips were tight. He looked down at me and stared at me tightly. After a silence, he asked me, "Song Yao, what are you crying about