Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

Mu Haitang's slender palm clenched and relaxed. The moment he looked up, he clearly saw the look of self mockery appear on her face. His mouth moved. He didn't know what to say. Then, the arc of the corner of his mouth became larger and larger, but the bitterness inside was more and more.

Soon she put on that inaccessible posture again. He knew that she was just trying to hold on to her ridiculous face.

After all, the light on the mobile phone screen went dark, and his face was completely hidden in the dark, only his eyes were still shining.

"How many faces do you... Have I don't know..."

The bright room in the west is naturally Mu Haitang's room. Only a desk lamp is on. A little warm yellow light surrounds Mu Haitang's body, but it seems that she is more and more weak and fragile.

His pillow had already been wet with tears. On the bed was what Leng Shaoxuan had just given her. A bright Necklace glowed in the weak light, as if it could be comparable to the bright moon outside, but it seemed ridiculous to appear abruptly in this room.

This is the as like as two peas, but Mu Haitang's first time received a gift from her. However, she didn't feel any joy at all. Perhaps it was because of what cold Bo said to her today, maybe she saw Lin Anyue's identical gift box.

Clearly know that there is no hope, but why give me that little hope when I am ready to give up!

The tears in his eyes seemed to have dried up, and there was anger in his eyes. It seemed that he was dazzled by anger. Stretching out his feet was to kick the necklace on the bed. In the end, it was not the quality of diamond. He was ruthlessly thrown on the marble porcelain plate, but it was damaged.

Seeing the cracked necklace, Mu Haitang suddenly woke up. His anger was completely replaced by regret. At present, he hurried out of bed and picked up the necklace.

As soon as she got out of bed, the small residue of the necklace was inserted into the bottom plate of her feet, and then the scarlet blood flowed out.

But she didn't care about her injury. She quickly put the necklace in the box and looked at the soles of her scarlet feet, and her tears fell again.

Four or five years of feelings, how can you put it

She is mu Haitang! I've always been such a spineless person!

Tears flowed silently, and the residue was pulled out with medical tweezers. After the medicine was applied, the tear marks on her face were dry, which made her face a little painful.

"This moment! Don't hold any useless expectations, because those don't belong to you! Be yourself... Hide these... In your heart..."

In the yellow room, she was the only one huddled by the bed, her shoulders trembling and crying, and even the bright moonlight could not drive away such despair.

Mu Haitang looked at an invitation letter on the dresser. It was made of pink cardboard. The invitation letter was written in gold foil. It looked brilliant and atmospheric, but there were many girlish hearts, just like Lin Anyue. His family background was atmospheric and his face was pure and good.

Mu Haitang skillfully painted exquisite makeup on his face. Without the stingy feeling of small jasper in the past, his exquisite eyes looked a little cold. His light blue evening dress looked atmospheric, and the shins exposed on the side were just white, just like superior lanolin jade.