Chapter 492

No matter which man, even if he doesn't like his fiancee, he doesn't want her to be second-hand! It's also known to all, how can you get along with yourself in the future?

Yang Rui thought a little for a while and said the thorn in his heart.

"What's your relationship with Gong Yichen?" Yang Rui stares at Jing Junling's eyes, as if trying to find out the truth.

Asked by Yang Rui, Jing Junling was even more surprised.

How could he know about his relationship with Gong Shao?

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Don't let him know his love for Gong Shao. Otherwise, according to Yang Rui's romantic temperament, he has to torture himself.

So Jing Junling just shook her head, pretending to reply foolishly: "honey, what are you talking about! I don't know. How can I have anything to do with Gong Shao? "

Just this answer made Yang Rui's anger more vigorous.

Does this woman treat herself as a fool? At the wedding ceremony, it was clear that Jing Junling had an affair with Gong Yichen.

Does gossip appear without any reason? She must have done something sorry for herself!

"You bitch! Still pretending to be stupid for me Yang Rui scolded.

Jingjunling heart a pain, Yang Rui was so scolded, how can bear in the heart?

I'm a miss of the Jing family. I'm so spoiled that no man ever scolded her like that.

"Don't come here, you lunatic!"

Seeing the fierce light in Yang Rui's eyes and walking towards her step by step, Jing Junling couldn't help screaming.

At the moment, under the stimulation of alcohol, Yang Rui's eyes are even more bloodthirsty.

Jing Junling was shocked and couldn't help shrinking back.

Unexpectedly, Yang Rui pulled him over.

The man grabbed Jing Junling's neck with one hand, grabbed her Princess hairpin with the other hand and fell to the ground.

Seizing Jing Junling's long hair, she tugged, "do you want to say it or not?"

Jing Junling's beautiful face was pulled out of shape. She bared her teeth in pain and shed tears of humiliation in her eyes. But where is her strength half the size of Yang Rui?

What's more, men are drunk and in a crazy state at the moment.

Jing Junling did not dare to tell Yang Rui anything.

If so, I'm afraid I will die.

"Husband, I really didn't..." Jing Junling still wanted to struggle, but her head was severely hit on the wall.

Jing Junling, in a moment, shed tears.

It turned out that Yang Rui pulled his hair and pushed himself to the wall.

Jing Junling did not dare to resist, not to mention a bad word.

If he is divorcing Yang Rui now, his father will certainly kill himself. Maybe he will marry a uglier and more vicious man.

Think of here, Jing Junling had to silently shed tears of humiliation.

At the moment, there are only Jing Junling and Yang Rui in the villa. The servants in the villa have long been expelled by Yang Rui.

Even if someone heard jingjunling's scream, they didn't dare to stop it.

You know, who dares to annoy Yang Rui in the fury, that's a dead end.

"Chi La" several, Jing Junling white wedding dress was torn off, the lace cloth in front of the chest is torn into several.

The beautiful scenery on her chest was so exposed in the air that Jing Junling felt humiliated.

Yang Rui looks at Jing Junling who has always been pure and lofty with a little sarcasm, and says with a sneer, "what are you pretending to be pure and lofty? You are not a virgin long ago!"

Jing Junling didn't speak. She just closed her eyes in despair.

Yang Rui's good posture makes him angry. He grabs Jing Junling by the arm and throws her on the big bed.

The man pounced fiercely without any pity.

Jing Junling almost fainted in pain, but she bit her teeth tightly and held on desperately.

I don't know how long it took for Yang Rui to fall asleep.

Jing Junling was lying on the bed with injuries all over her body. She had no strength at all.

The white body is full of bruises, the body is tearing pain.

At this time, Jing Junling is like a rag doll, abandoned.

Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, but her heart was still.

How could he come to such an end?

In the wedding room decorated with festive decorations, Jing Junling shed tears of despair and humiliation.

On the other hand, it was a warm scene.

The palace.

Gong Yichen is lying on the soft bed, looking at Song Jiayin's sweet side face and enjoying the little woman's massage.

Song Jiayin's hands are like magic, gently kneading her back here and there.

When her hands get there, they feel comfortable.

Gong Yichen took a long breath and closed his eyes comfortably.

Looking at Gong Yichen's face enjoying himself, song Jiayin couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

The smile on the little woman's face was captured by Gong Yichen, and the man's eyes were a little soft.

Song Jiayin only felt that her hand was caught by Gong Yichen and tightly held in the man's generous hand.

"Why?" Song Jiayin was very angry.

"Yin'er, is my body much better?"

Song Jiayin also sighed a few times, yes, now Gong Yichen's body is much better.

Two people chatting, Gong Yichen seems to inadvertently mentioned jingjunling things.

Gong Yichen carefully looked up at Song Jiayin's expression, but found that the other side's face was indifferent.

Suddenly the palace also Chen then mention of a heart, then relax down.

He thought that song Jiayin would be angry and leave himself again.

Gong Yichen struck while the iron was hot and told song Jiayin the whole story of the incident without concealing anything.

Song Jiayin, who heard the truth, was silent for a long time.

It turned out that he was wrong to blame Gong Yichen. He really loved himself and didn't have any ambivalence.

Song Jiayin lowered her eyes, covered her beautiful eyes, and flashed past her guilt.

Looking up again, song Jiayin's face is wearing a relaxed and bright smile.

"Well, that's the end of the matter. Let's not tangle any more, OK?" Song Jiayin said softly.

Gong Yichen was dazzled by song Jiayin's bright smile. He didn't think about anything, but was just a little dull.

Song Jiayin is amused by Gong Yichen's childlike appearance and laughs. Just as she wants to take out her hand and continue to massage Gong Yichen, the man grabs it more tightly.

"Yin'er, you promise me that we will all trust each other in the future, OK?" Gong Yichen stares at Song Jiayin's eyes tightly for fear that he will get a "no" from a little woman.

Gong Yichen really didn't want to hurt each other any more.

He loved song Jiayin so much that he didn't want to be separated from her again.