Secret Lovers of Senior Officials: Alipay for Marriage

He stared at her, his eyes were bloodshot: "Xinxi, can't I even talk to you a few words?"

Her eyes drifted away, and she never met his eyes.

"In detail, it's all my fault. It's always been my fault. The fault is that I didn't resolutely stop my mother's behavior. But this time, I have learned my lesson. I will never listen to anything she says, nor will I Let her interfere in any of our affairs again... Be careful, please give me another chance..."

She turned around sadly, her voice was surprisingly cold: "Xiaojue, don't do this. We are over."

He suddenly took a step forward, grabbed her hand firmly, and hissed: "No, how can we end? Be careful, I will take you away, let's leave here, we said to go to America together, I have already decided, and then There will be no delay, I have submitted a transfer application to the company last week, just the two of us, there is no one else..."

The eye sockets are dry and astringent, and the bridge of the nose is also sore.

God knows how strongly I longed to marry him.

But Yan Xixi is still very cold: "Xiaojue, I don't love you anymore."

He was struck by lightning.

I don't love you anymore - this is the first time she said to him personally: Xiao Jue, I don't love you anymore.

"Xiaojue, I'm sorry, I won't go to America with you. I don't love you anymore."

She pulled out her hand decisively, turned around and left without any hesitation.

She walked several steps, Huang Xiaojue suddenly caught up and held her firmly: "Xixi, you lied to me! How could you not love me? You have always loved me, always..."

She said word by word: "Huang Xiaojue, stop here. I really don't love you at all."

There was a buzzing in his mind, as if a blunt knife was scratching himself bit by bit.

As Wang Donglin said, "She would die with me just to love you"——Yan Xixi, how can you not love me?

how can ?

Just like the yellowed notebook he took out, it was like a testimony in court, and the voice was urgent: "Xixi, you love me, you have always loved me, I know..."

Yan Xixi was startled.

She silently took the notebook.

It was a bill, and the history of a con artist's deceit--and a disgraceful history at bottom--was presented in court.

She thought she had lost it long ago when the demolition was forced to move, but she didn't expect it to be with Huang Xiaojue all the time.

After being kicked out of the demolished house, he probably fell there when he lived in the house of the friend he introduced.

The sunset in the west has long been bleak, and the golden-red light slowly begins to fade, projecting an extremely pale and desolate beauty from the gaps in the street trees.

Just like the extreme paleness on her slightly raised face.

All the scars have been hidden, only when the wind blows the hair, there is a trace of faint scar on the white and high forehead - faintly visible, shaped like a mole on the heart of a beauty.

It was left over from the fight with Wang Donglin when the Spring Festival was held hostage by him.

He thought that she had been fighting all her life.

With men who are obsessed with sex, with Wang Donglin, with Huang Ma... and myself, I have never been able to protect her.

It's the rush hour for get off work, and in a world full of people and traffic, no one has time to care about a pair of formerly loving couples leaning against a street tree at the end of their lives.

Yan carefully flipped through the notebook page by page.

When her eyes fell on the lines of red marks, her heart seemed to be torn apart suddenly.