Cold war wealthy husband after marriage

Chapter 4 Betrayal (4)

An Jingyan continued to lobby, he wanted to tell her earlier, but he kept forgetting, and now it is the same to confess on the wedding night.

Song Xinru kept squatting with her head down, and she couldn't see her expression. After a while, she said quietly, "You really won't let me out?"

"Correct!"

"Are you negotiating terms with me now?"

An Jingyan thought for a while: "It is."

"Okay, I will remember what I said today."

An Jingyan and Yang Qi'er watched Song Xinru run into the bathroom, and with a bang, Song Xinru closed the bathroom door. Although there was only one door away, the distance was hundreds of thousands of miles!
The sound insulation of the bathroom door was really poor. Song Xinru crouched in a corner with her arms around her. The voices outside the bathroom hit her heart one after another. In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore and turned on all the faucets in the bathroom. Only then did the sound cover some outside sounds.

Song Xinru leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, tears in her eyes, cold, she felt so cold, it was only March in the lunar calendar, and the spring night was still very cold, there was no heating in the bathroom, so she turned on the hot water to let the heat diffuse The entire bathroom, but she still felt cold, and she didn't know if it was because of her body or her heart...

I don't know how long it took, but she just leaned against the corner and slowly fell asleep...

Song Xinru hid in the studio. She was going to draw the wedding a week ago. She just drew a few strokes with a brush, and she was lost in thought. Her thoughts suddenly drifted to the scene when she and a few friends went to pick out the wedding dress. At that time Everyone envied her, and she was also immersed in that great joy. She didn't realize until now that a political marriage is just a commercial marriage, how stupid and naive she is.

It wasn't until the sound of the palette falling beside her that she pulled back her thoughts.

Seeing a four-year-old child whose white clothes were covered with colorful colors, Song Xinru exclaimed.

"Am I cute?" The little boy didn't feel that he had done something wrong at all, and his cute face was still full of pride.

(End of this chapter)