"You go out, I don't want to stay in a room with you. ”

Tang Jingze coldly condensed her, sharp teeth and sharp mouth are her strength, and strong words are her specialty.

Glancing at the wheat porridge next to the bed, he swept his arm, and the hot porridge instantly splashed all over the ground.

With a gloomy face, he slammed the door away.

Song Nanqiao's body shook by the loud sound of the door closing, and looked at the closed door, the disapproval on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by regret and loss.

The events of last night appeared in her mind intermittently, and she regretted taking the initiative to find him, why not let him spend the Spring Festival with Xia An'an.

His cruelty, even verbal hurt, pushed her into the abyss again and again, and made her feel unhappy and disappointed in her marriage again and again.

Lifting the quilt, the red on the sheets burned her heart.

She got out of bed and took the sheets to wash.

Hot tears, dripping in the red-dyed water, like blooming flowers.

For a whole day, Song Nanqiao didn't leave the room for half a step, didn't even eat a mouthful of food, and didn't want to pay attention to the company's tedious things, she just wanted to give herself a day off, as long as it was one day.

As night fell, she got up from the bed haggardly, dragged her heavy steps to the living room, and simply put on a loose pajamas.

When her stomach was hungry, she called for food, but she only ate one bite, which tasted like chewing wax.

Put down the dishes and chopsticks, went into the bathroom and took a hot shower, thinking of today's itinerary, the hot air balloons in the sky and the vast earth, how romantic! Unfortunately, the word romantic will never have anything to do with yourself.

Returning to the bed and continuing to sleep, she knew that Tang Jingze would not come back tonight.

At three o'clock in the morning, the door of the hotel room was pushed open.

He turned on the wall lamp, and with a single glance, he saw a sleeping figure on the bed.

Tang Jingze softened his steps and sat on the edge of her bed.

He drank a lot of wine, looked at her face, and whispered, "Nan Qiao......"

Song Nanqiao only felt a little itchy, and when she woke up in a trance, she found that the man was unbuttoning her pajamas.

She was abruptly awake.

How could he be here?

Tang Jingze turned sideways and grabbed her lips, the side of her head, which was avoided by her.

He sneered, and pulled her face back.

The movements were gentle, but they couldn't hide the urgency, and there was a mixture of all kinds of strong aura, and she only felt a wave of nausea and pushed him away.

Tang Jingze didn't care about it, grabbed her hand with his big palm, and leaned over to kiss her.

Song Nanqiao opened his mouth and bit hard.

The man was in pain, and most of the wine woke up in an instant.

"Are you crazy, dare you bite me. ”

"Tang Jingze, don't touch me. ”

"Why can't I touch you? You are my wife, and the duty of a wife should not be satisfied with her husband?"

The corners of Song Nanqiao's mouth opened, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Jingze grimaced.

"I laugh at you, self-righteousness! Why do you think that a wife must satisfy her husband? Do you think it's embarrassing, the husband is spending all day drinking, and the wife has to give him a thumbs up when he comes back? Do you want me to teach you what are the 'three obediences and four virtues' and 'eight honors and eight shames' of a new good man?"

When he heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and unexpectedly, without anger, turned sideways.

Seeing this, Song Nanqiao was busy leaving.

But he stretched out his hand to hold him, eased his tone, lowered his head, and whispered in a low magnetic voice in her ear, "Nan Qiao, don't make trouble, give it to me." ”

"What do you want me to give you?"

"Knowingly, what about last night's enthusiasm?

It's good that he didn't mention it, but when she mentioned it, she had the heart to kill.

"You go out. ”

"I'm not going out. ”

"Tang Jingze, how much wine have you drunk?"

"Not as much as you did the day before yesterday. ”

He looked confident, this man, she really couldn't understand!

"There are many people who want to serve you, you go to them, I don't cooperate. ”

Tang Jingze stretched out his arm and grabbed her shoulder strap to himself, "But I want you now." ”

"Tang Jingze, you are sick! You are the one who said not to be emotional, and you are the one who wants to end the relationship, you are simply a two-faced person. ”

"The first day you knew me, it only shows that you don't know me too well, and as a wife, you don't know your husband so well, and you are embarrassed to kick your nose in the face. ”

This sounds a little familiar, Song Nanqiao is angry, how did he meet such a neurotic and difficult guy.

"What do you want?"

"I didn't think about anything, I was tired, I just wanted to sleep, with you. ”

This man is simply a scoundrel!

Seeing that he was already lying down, Song Nanqiao took out another quilt from the cabinet and walked out with her arms, she didn't want to stay with him.

"Song Nanqiao!"

He endured it to the extreme, and got up to pull her, but she pounced.

"You give me back. ”

It's about to explode.

Song Nanqiao turned his head and saw him coming, subconsciously picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it over, but instead of hitting Tang Jingze as he wished, he fell to the ground.

She didn't give up, picked up all kinds of objects around her that could be thrown, and threw them all at him.

I just heard a "bang", and the doll toy in the hotel cabinet hit him on the forehead.

Tang Jingze snorted and raised his hand to rub it.

Song Nanqiao saw the red mark on his forehead, which was smashed out, so he withdrew his hand.

He said, "Okay? You look like a shrew." ”

He was behind her, pulling her into his arms.

The two hugged each other, only to find that she was cold, he twisted his eyebrows, bent down to pick her up, and put her on the bed.

Pulling the quilt over the side to cover her, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, silent, not saying a word.

"Go to Cheyenne, he can do everything you want. ”

She said coldly, and Tang Jingze raised his eyebrows.

"I will make room for her and fulfill you. ”

He fought back his anger, knowing what she meant.

"Song Nanqiao, you are endless, and you have a degree of playfulness, even if you want to end, have you considered your parents?"

She glared at her, "What else would you do but threaten?"

“......”

"Huh," she scoffed.

"I'm really not afraid of getting dirty, and there are several women around at the same time, you don't feel ashamed, I feel disgusting for you. ”

"Enough. ”

Tang Jingze was furious, he stood up, and his voice pierced through the huge room.

"If that's really what you think, I can satisfy you. ”

After he finished speaking, he took out his phone and dialed it.

In just a second, the other party immediately picked it up.

That kind of swiftness, as if, Cheyenne was waiting for his call.

"Hey, Aze, don't you sleep so late?"

"Open the door, I'll come. ”

He stared at Song Nanqiao coldly, and after making the call, he hung up again, without a word of nonsense.

Turning around and closing the door and walking out, Tang Jingze didn't look at her more.

Song Nanqiao held the quilt tightly in the palm of her hand, she buried her head in her knees, she regretted it so much, everything made her regret it.

I regret why I married him in the first place, I regret that I loved someone I shouldn't love, I regret that I still stayed after all the injuries, I regret every time I quarrel with Tang Jingze, and I regret every word I said that hurt others and hurt myself.

If time could be turned back, she would rather bear this love alone than touch it, knowing that the result would be like this, why would she fall into the net.

It is said that marriage is an indispensable path for everyone, but to this day, all she has experienced is the pain caused by this marriage.

The tears couldn't hold back, she wiped it away, she didn't want to shed a single tear for the unworthy person, she was so hurt that she woke up.

Like an abandoned cat, curled up in a corner, licking an unhealable wound alone, at least this short time is her own, she can release her emotions unscrupulously, and she no longer has to wear a mask to show people.

That's right, she's not as strong as others think, she's vulnerable, she's vulnerable, it's just that she has to be strong, she has to make people look like she's good, she has to pretend to be happy outside.

Is it bitter? It's bitter!