Drifting Towards You

Han Jingrong looked at him and whispered: "But I don't want to marry someone else, I like you... I have only liked you for so many years."

"But Grandpa said you are married, so he won't let me wait any longer. Can you get a divorce? I know you don't like that woman, right."

Her voice was very soft, and the corners of her eyes were a little red.

When looking at him, his beautiful eyes were full of unconcealed sentiment and bitterness.

It's really hard to love someone, but even harder to love someone who doesn't love you.

And loving a man who doesn't love you and is ruthless, it will be a very painful thing.

But even with this pain, she still couldn't let him go.

Han Jingrong still didn't want to give up, because she had too few chances to see him.

"If you can find someone to marry, why can't that person be me? You obviously don't like her, why can't you fulfill me? You know how much I like you..." Han Jingrong said again.

Li Mubai frowned, feeling that she was talking endlessly, annoyingly.

"Who said I don't like her?" he asked coldly.

Han Jingrong was stunned for a few seconds, then chuckled lightly: "I don't believe it."

"It's up to you." Li Mubai was too lazy to spend his tongue, after all, she believes it or not and has nothing to do with him.

"She is very beautiful, but she is not so beautiful as to be irreplaceable! I have never heard you say who you like for so many years, you are simply trying to perfuse me..."

Before Han Jingrong had finished speaking, Li Mubai had coldly interrupted: "Now you hear it."

Han Jingrong looked at him in a daze, and suddenly lost the desire to continue speaking.

She fell silent and sat quietly beside him, not knowing what she was thinking.

Li Mubai raised his eyes and looked at her suddenly and said, "My wife is celebrating her birthday today."

Faced with his wicked and slutty eyes, Han Jingrong was in a daze.

In those eyes that had always been cold and distant, she saw gentleness and lingering in them, and even the way he spoke, seemed to show off and delight like a child.

Tears came to her eyes all of a sudden, she didn't know how much she had worked so hard to keep him from falling.

Li Mubai retracted his gaze and continued to flip through the picture of the bouquet.

Han Jingrong's gaze fell on the screen of his mobile phone, her gaze blurred by tears still uncontrollably saw the bright and red bouquets.

Tears came out of her eyes uncontrollably. At that moment, her heart was sore and painful that she was almost suffocating, making her even think it was better to die.

She worked hard for so long, and stalked both soft and hard for so long.

He couldn't get her to give her a rose either.

But that woman, why?

Li Mubai finally chose the bouquet, put away the phone and looked at her coldly: "Don't waste time on me, you won't get anything. I have said this many times, and I don't want to say it anymore."

Han Jingrong watched him silently, a flash of self-deprecation flashed under her eyes.

He was always so merciless, and he always knew how to put the knife in her heart with one stroke.

"Where am I not good enough?" Han Jingrong's lips trembled, her beautiful face looked like a pear blossom, but she couldn't move the man in front of her at all.

"Very good, but I don't like it." Li Mubai lighted a cigarette and said lightly, leaning on the sofa.

In the lingering smoke, is the fuzzy face of the woman.

They did always play together when they were young, and she has been with him for many years.

But since he knew she liked him, he started to stay away from her.