Chapter 2 (1/2)

Misi widened her eyes and was shocked. She actually saw Jing Bohao and other women live. She thought she would run away in a hurry, but she didn't. She just stood here straight. After the shock, there was only bitterness.

All her expectations, the only little expectation in her heart, turned to ashes. She wanted to cry but couldn't cry. Instead, she looked at all this indifferently. Maybe only she knew that under the calm surface, her deeply loved heart was severely trampled and torn to pieces. Thousands of words were stuck in her throat, but no sound could be heard.

Since Minan disappeared, the women around Jing Bohao have changed again and again. He doesn't love them, but he can go to bed with them. Even if it's because of physiological needs, he hasn't touched himself for any purpose these days.

Even the eyes, are a kind of extravagant hope.

After a long time, the car stopped shaking and they stopped.

Jing Bohao walked out, tidied up his appearance and lit a cigarette. There was not a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. He was happy, but only indifferent. It was like a trade between them.

She wanted to trade, but he didn't give any chance.

Pursed lips, bitter and astringent spread.

”Hao, you're hurting people today.”

The woman scolds and kisses Jing Bohao. Then she gets up gracefully and tidies up her clothes.

Without a response, the woman raises her hair. Jing Bohao looks at another place and follows his line of sight. She grins.

She knew it was Jing Bohao's wife, so what? She raised her eyebrows and looked at mith defiantly.

In fact, she turned around slowly and quickened her pace later.

Back in her room, she quickly closed the door, collapsed, and took a few minutes to feel a little under control of her heart, which was about to jump out of her throat.

She knows that Jing Bohao doesn't love himself, never loves himself, and it's normal not to touch himself, but he It has been so aboveboard that people are brought to this villa without any scruples about their own feelings.

Even if he knew he was watching that scene, he never thought of ending it. Jing Bohao, how much do you hate me?

She curled up on the bed with her knees in her arms. She wanted to see which central point she wanted to see, but there was no target at all. Her brain was blank, and the water mist on the cloth in front of her was forced back by her.

Suddenly, Jing Bohao appears at the door.

The tall and magnificent body, as beautiful as the soldiers who came out of Greek mythology, appears in front of you. The sharp and angular features are deep and bewildering. The thin lips are straight, the radian is infinite, and the stroke is cold.

Haughty silhouette is full of cold, that pair of eyes as deep as the ravine is full of cold light, which hides the essence of obsidian.

His cruel, frosty eyes fell on him, and Mies did not have the courage to look away, subconsciously retracted a point into the quilt, or even a little back.