"Click-"

She distinctly heard the sound of Luo Qifeng clenching his fists.

"Who gave you the right to talk like that, huh?" He looked at her indifferently, his words containing too many unknown dangers.

"No one needs to give qualifications!" Ai Yimer's heart fell to the bottom again, and Luo Qifeng's disdainful eyes had already frozen her world in an instant.

"Silently...... I'm sorry, it's all my fault......" Fang Yirou sobbed lowly, and her on-call tears rolled down and dripped on the back of Luo Qifeng's hand.

"Rourou, don't cry." Luo Qifeng wiped away the tears on Fang Yirou's face with some distress, "If you don't see it, it's gone, I'll buy you a more beautiful and gorgeous ring later, okay?" ”

"Feng, thank you, you are so good to me......" Fang Yirou looked at Luo Qifeng emotionally, and after a while, he said to Ai Yimo pretendedly: "Silently, I, I didn't mean that...... The wind is your ......"

"I think you're a good match, but—" Aimer raised his hand, the sapphire ring on his ring finger dazzling, "no matter how many rings he buys you, now his legal wife is me, and his mistress is me." So, I live in the master bedroom and you only deserve to sleep in the guest room, you know? ”

Hearing this, Fang Yirou was obviously stunned, but-

"That ring, it should be my husband's kindness and charity to that disgusting thief!" Aimer said with a sneer, and she turned and walked back to the room, biting her lip so that her crying would not be revealed.

What else is there to say?

Grievances, chills, despair!

As soon as Aimer returned to the master bedroom, he leaned against the door and began to cry. Being treated as a thief by the man she loves the most, listening to the man she loves the most, and whispering to other women, she really can't pretend to be indifferent and strong anymore.

"Silently, don't cry, no one feels sorry for you when you cry......" She fell weakly on the bed, hugged the pillow tightly, and buried her grievances and despair in tears.

"Knock knock—" There was a sharp knock on the door outside the master bedroom.

Followed by......

"Wind ...... Isn't that good? I don't want to let me be misunderstood silently, the wind ......" Before Fang Yirou's words fell, the door had been pushed open by the servant, and-

Luo Qifeng walked over and just stood by the bed staring at her.

What did he come to do?

"President, there's a bag over there,......" shouted the maid excitedly after a moment, and was about to reach for the satchel in the closet.

"What are you doing!" Aimer shouted hoarsely, why did those maids open the wardrobe? Do you really think you're a thief?

She finally raised her red and swollen eyes, Luo Qifeng had a cold face, and her knife-like facial features were a little stiff.

"Didn't you say that Rourou only deserves to sleep in the guest room?" He dragged Aimer up in displeasure, "How did I forget, you're just my plaything, what qualifications do you have to sleep in the master bedroom?" ”

These days, Rourou's mental state is clear to him, and she has also said that she will leave, why does Aiemer, that hateful woman, still sting Rourou?

Also, he couldn't accept it the most, she said that Rourou only deserves to sleep in the guest room!

"Heh, are you finally tired of playing with hypocrisy?" Ai Yimo shook off Luo Qifeng's hand fiercely, "Don't go crazy, okay, okay, you let me go, you and her, how you like to sleep, where you sleep is no problem!" ”

"......" Ai Yimer's resolute appearance made Luo Qifeng stunned, and at this moment......

"President, the ring, Miss Fang's ring is in Miss Ai's satchel!" The maid's shrill voice resounded throughout the master bedroom. She walked up to Luo Qifeng with her satchel, and the bright red ring glittered in the bag.

The truth is immediately self-evident.

"Don't tell me this satchel isn't yours." Luo Qifeng's gaze was extremely cold, he couldn't imagine that the ring was really taken by Ai Amom.

"I ......," Ai Yi stared at the bag in disbelief, "someone must have put it on purpose!" ”

"Well, no one had been in the master bedroom before." Luo Qifeng frowned, and he pulled Ai Yimo tightly, "If you are not happy, you can say, why do you want to steal it in a lowly manner?" I've never seen a woman as vile and shameless as you, Aimer! ”

"I didn't, why don't you believe me?" Aimer asked word for word, she hated him, hated his ruthlessness, and hated her own weakness and incompetence.

"Believe you? I, Luo Qifeng, am not stupid enough to believe a thief's words!! The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, why did this extremely unbearable woman let herself be confused?

Aimer bit her lip, his words were enough to make her completely dead, and the pain followed by a stinging that she couldn't make any sound.

She didn't struggle, but held back her tears and asked him one last time: "I'm in your heart, really so unbearable?" ”

Luo Qifeng shook Ai Yimo away roughly, disgust was written on the face of the yin owl, he turned his face away, he didn't look at the woman who had bitten her lips, he hated this feeling of heart like a knife.

Ai Mo looked at his cold side face, and she looked at it for a long time, and finally laughed hoarsely.

"Luo Qifeng...... You're so smart! ”

"Well, that's right, I took it, do you know how disgusting I am for you and Fang Yirou? I just can't see her disgusting, right? But what can you do to me? Kill or humiliate and torture, I don't care......"

Ai Yimo roared hysterically, and when she saw Luo Qifeng pursing her thin lips, she suddenly felt more comfortable than ever.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up for me!! The anger completely annihilated Luo Qifeng, and for the first time, he lost his grace and roared through gritted teeth.

"Annoyed and angry? Are you trying to strangle me right now? Ai Yimer knew that she was playing with fire, but she didn't care, she just wanted to end it completely.

"I'm telling you to shut up!!"

Her words extinguished the last remaining sanity of Luo Qifeng, and he snatched the satchel held by the maid with red eyes and smashed it against the wall in anger.

"Bang-"

The delicate porcelain cup shattered in an instant, and the dried rose petals were scattered all over the ground, filling the room with the sadness of decay.

Luo Qifeng looked at the fragments and petals on the ground, and for a moment, he was stunned, and his heart seemed to be hit hard, but-

Aimer said word by word: "Once, when I held you in the palm of my hand, you were a cup, and now, what do you say you are?" ”

She left, just walked out in front of Luo Qifeng, and trampled on the heart that had long withered.

Luo Qifeng slowly squatted down, he picked up the porcelain pieces one by one with red eyes, and tried hard to put them back together. The sharp splinters scratched his hands bloodied, but he seemed to be unconscious, and pieced together piece by piece, but it was a pity......

No matter how you put the porcelain tiles, they have changed beyond recognition, and like those petals, they are no longer the original appearance.