My Third Gentleman

Chapter 1841 When love has become love

Xu Molian sneered, "You still have a face to mention Xi'er? I know what you have done, do you need me to list them all?"

The insightful eyes looked into Ling Rou'er's eyes, and her heart trembled. He was so sure, what did he know?

as predicted--

"Han Beijue was introduced to Xi'er, right? Why did they roll on a bed and still need me to elaborate? Or did you encourage Xi'er to run away before marriage for my good? I won't talk about the other things, these three Any one is a capital crime!"

Cuckold is undoubtedly the most painful for men. In these years, he dare not mention a word, one is face, and the other is the fact that he can't accept it.

Now, Xu Molian doesn't know if she has really let go, and again, the severe pain that once dragged the heart seems to have subsided a lot.

He thought, because he has got enough sleep these days, so it doesn't hurt so much, or if the days are good, those things should really be forgotten.

After listening to Xu Molian's words, Ling Rou'er's face was as white as paper. He knew that he knew everything.

"Go, don't let me see you again."

"Len, I never hurt you, why don't you give me the last chance? Why give the opportunity to a woman who is nothing? You know her origin..."

Xu Molian looked back and glanced sharply at Zhang Xiaowei, "You should be thankful for her presence to save you, otherwise I will kill the enemy by killing one thousand and destroying 800 years until I am 40 or 50 years old before letting you know the truth. ."

Ling Rouer was horrified and took two steps back quickly. It was really ruthless. He sang songs every night, and he never lacked a female companion, and she didn't dare to have any lace news. He could still get married and have children at the age of 40 or 50. And her? I have always thought so wishfully that he will marry her, and that she can sit in Mrs. Xu's position. When she is in her forties or fifty, she is just a joke.

"Do you hate me so much?"

Xu Molian shook her head, her eyes drifting away, "It's not a hate, right? It's just that she is dead. Someone should bear my anger. Otherwise, it would be so lonely."

That's it! That's it!

"The last question, do you still love your sister?"

Xu Molian stopped moving forward, and it took a long time before the two words floated faintly, "Love..."

Since she couldn't bear to be lonely and plunged into Han Beijue's embrace and got into his bed, his love for her had only changed.

If she clarified everything before the wedding, he wouldn’t be able to fulfill them even if he didn’t fulfill them. At the wedding that has attracted much attention, the bride eloped with a strange man, which is no different for a confident man. For the most deadly blow.

In fact, Xu Molian's face had already been lost a few years ago.

When love has become love, what a sad and helpless sentence.

Ling Rou'er fell to the ground, tears gushing out like a reservoir lacking a bank, everything has answers, but she is so unwilling.

"Then you love Zhang Xiaowei, right?"

Xu Molian was silent for a while, but this time she did not stop, "I have already answered your last question."

"You love her! You love her! You dignified Xu Molian, one of the four sons of City S actually fell in love with a woman who is nothing! A joke, a big joke! Hahahahaha..." Ling Rou'er has fallen into love. Crazy state, even the pain in the arm was completely forgotten.

(End of this chapter)