Wife Pursuit Order No. 1

Chapter 430 She's Like a Clown
She shook her hands and put down the scissors. The gap that Lu Qianchen had brought to herself made her feel very tired. She took off her clothes weakly, went to the bathroom and started to turn on the water, wanting to take a bath, thinking about temporarily throwing away these emotions .

She has some wounds on her body. Although she has been medicated, the doctor said that it is best not to get wet for two days.

She didn't take it seriously, and still lay down in the bathtub. When her whole body was soaked in the warm pool water, she took a deep breath, not because of comfort, but because some of the hot pool water touched her wound, Like tiny needlepoints, they kept piercing her skin and burning her.

Her wounds were very painful, especially the puncture marks on her neck, but the pain reminded her of what happened this afternoon, and the instigator of these injuries.

Li Zhitong, Guo Yuwei——there is also Mrs. Zhou who flatters Lu Qianchen and Xu Muhan~
And she was like a clown, a clown who was enjoying herself but didn't want to face it.

Thinking of this, all the pain in Xia Weiran's body seemed to be gathered together, flooding her chest like a wave, even several times more painful than before, hammering her heavily, making her suffocate.

She clutched her chest, frowning.

When, she couldn't even stand the pain?
When she was a child, didn't she say that after Xia Changsheng abandoned her, she was not afraid of pain?

She used to be afraid that Yue Yue would become dependent on Lu Qianchen's love for her, but she first became a flower in the greenhouse, and if she left, she might wither.

This kind of belated awakening made Xia Weilan feel particularly panicked. She quickly stood up from the bath, picked up a bath towel, and wrapped it around her body.

The air-conditioning in the room made her shiver, but she didn't turn off the air-conditioning, because the coldness would make her more awake.

She opened the cabinet, took a piece of pajamas casually, glanced at it, and threw it on the ground, found another one, and still threw it there, until she found all the clothes in the closet and piled them all over the floor. She was still wearing a towel.

Because Lu Qianchen bought all the clothes for her, she felt trembling when holding them in her hands.

In the end, she had no choice but to pull up her torn and blood-stained clothes and put them on. She ran to the third floor and chose a bottle of foreign wine that looked beautiful. On the bed, a person drank sullenly.

After taking a sip, I felt that it was not as bad as last time, so the more I drank it, the more I drank it, and the more I drank it, the more I felt that I could use the strength of the alcohol to release my sorrow, joy and sorrow.

In fact, the foreign wine without soda water and green tea is very mellow and strong. Xia Weiran drank it a little too hard. After taking two sips, he was coughed out continuously. The blood rushed out and flowed to the lips, bitter and bitter.

Xia Weiran doesn't drink well, she belongs to the kind of person who gets drunk when she touches alcohol. At this moment, she leaned on the bed, already feeling that her body is light, and even her soul seems to be separated.

She dropped the wine bottle on the ground, and then stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling for a while, seemingly in a daze, but her mind kept circling the deep images that were buried by her.

Others often say: Speak the truth after drinking.

In fact, after drinking, he uttered more than just the truth, perhaps even the subconscious that he didn't know was dug out together, and it was so clear and terrifying.

(End of this chapter)