God of War's Love: Forced to Marry a Cute Wife

Chapter 385 407 Traces of Her Love with Him
Song Feiyu took a photo of Second Master from the photo album in the drawer and put it in his wallet.In addition, she put all the supplementary cards given by the second master in the drawer of the bedside table.

She had a good excuse to sort out the things from the rental house before, saying that the things belonged to her mother, and asked the driver Xiao Feng to deliver them to her mother.

I packed a few pieces of clothes, but I didn't take any of the ET international brand clothes.He also reluctantly took off the ring given by the second master and put it in the drawer.

The used money was written on a note, which listed the use of each sum.Sister-in-law Wu's salary and extra allowance, the family's water and electricity bills, property management fees, Internet fees...the family's living expenses, big and small expenses, are all her worries.It turned out that she was in charge of this family.

Since when has she been the hostess of this house by default?It's not just a verbal address -- "Madam", it's real, it's when Mrs. Wu receives her salary from her, and when she arranges the house in order... This house is everywhere. her shadow.

She was sad and reluctant.Sitting on the edge of the bed, as soon as he lowered his head, the tears fell straight down. There was no need to brew emotions at all, and he directly shouted and tsunami.

The atmosphere in this room is filled with the smell of the second master, clear and familiar, the manly smell of the second master.

It seemed that the second master was sitting on the sofa, bowing his head to work.He took out a cigarette, thought about it, and put it back in the case.He always remembered that she didn't let him smoke in the bedroom.He stared at the computer so intently, but knew her every move.Sometimes she would look at him obsessively, and he would say without raising his head, "Have you ever seen such a handsome man?"

Woooooooooo... Song Feiyu threw himself on the bed. He had never seen such a handsome man, or he had never seen one... It's a pity that in the future, such a handsome man will no longer be hers.

Song Feiyu sobbed, crying bitterly.The heart is like being crushed by a blender, and it can no longer be assembled into a complete shape.

She took her own ID, put it in her bag, and reluctantly touched everything in the house that had recorded her happiness with the second master.In the cloakroom, she gently touched the white dress, the past, the past, like a cloud of smoke... It was about to disperse, just like that.

No matter how she cleaned it up, she couldn't erase the imprint of her life in this room.She thought how sad it would be for the second master to come back.Her breath was everywhere... She took off the quilt cover and told Aunt Hu to come over and change into a clean one.

After the change, it still smells like hers, the mixed flavor of her and Erye.It's like the second master's blood is always running in her body.

She couldn't clean up the traces that belonged to him, just as she couldn't clean up the traces of her in the second master's heart.

She and him, traces of love.There are already so many, so many.

She sat on the sofa, thinking left and right.Is there really no way to get back the video and stop Yan Donglian's crazy behavior?She even used some plots from some soap operas, but it still didn't work.For example, let the second master pretend to marry her and get the video back.

But for a woman like Yan Donglian, she would be so stupid to hand it over as soon as she said she would?She will always hold back, push her into a hurry, and then give someone a thunderous blow.It's almost conceivable that even if the second master didn't bring down her company, having this thing in her hand would still make Song Feiyu's life difficult, and would still lead to today's situation.

Very frustrated.It is a suffocating feeling of being choked by someone's throat and lifeline. You can't sleep well, you can't eat, you are in a trance, and you can't even breathe smoothly.

This is what Yan Donglian wanted, right?
(End of this chapter)