When Ruan Min left, Jiang Ruo looked at her as if she was very sad, and she really showed a feeling of being betrayed by her boyfriend.

Jiang Ruo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

It seems that this time we can finally force Ruan Min away!

Ruan Min, as the other party, instantly put away the crying on his face when he turned to leave, and he didn't feel the slightest sadness.

She muttered, "Looks like I'm pretty good at acting."

The moment Ruan Min just went to the door, Wen Hao glanced inside, but he didn't see anyone, he stood in a dead corner and didn't see anything.

"Little one, you can't go in." Ruan Min exclaimed, stopped and said, "Your parents are making you a little sister inside."

Wen Hao pouted: "I have a sister, I don't want to have a sister anymore."

Jiang Ruo gave him enough maternal love, and he didn't want to have another brother or sister to take away his maternal love.

In the room, Jiang Ruo was pressed on the bed by Wen Yuan.

It's messy.

Ruan Min had already seen the live version, and Jiang Ruo's purpose had been achieved.

The rest was just a joy for the two of them.

In the dark and rainy night, in the warm room, the love between adult men and women continues to evaporate, becoming more and more drowsy and intoxicating.

Everywhere, there are their figures, lingering and compassionate.

While the two are recklessly happy, a new vehicle is approaching.

The lights form a straight pillar of light, piercing the silent night, shining all the way, as if a warning signal.

Eventually, the vehicle was parked outside Wenyuan's villa.

It's a gentle Cayenne.

The man's slender legs were the first to get down from the cab, he was wearing an over-the-knee trench coat from the same series as Jiang Ruo, dressed in black, and his body was extraordinarily long and jade in the cold rainy night, and his shadow was infinitely elongated.

Nestled in dense trees, a not-so-wide forest path connects the villa to the city, and the villa covers a large area, surrounded by high walls and thick black iron gates, making it difficult to peep.

In the brightly lit courtyard of the villa, rows of tree shadows swayed in the breeze like ghosts, and it was very silent.

Roses and honeysuckle flowers are in the outermost wall of the villa, ivy climbs all over the trunks, and flowers are fragrant in the wet void.

Tonight's rain is still dripping, and the chill is piling up, making the environment seem more and more empty and silent.

Wen Huai stood in the rainy night, his black eyes were gloomy and lonely, silently holding an umbrella, waiting for Jiang Ruo to go home.

He didn't know how long he would have to wait.

But no matter how long it takes, he's willing to wait.

From the age of thirteen to the age of thirty-three, such a long time has been waiting all the way, and no matter how long the rest of his life is, he will continue to wait.

Because one of his hearts was given to her, there was no love anymore.

He doesn't love, and he can't love anyone else.

In the deep and gloomy corner of the wall, the moss is watered by the rain, growing purely, flooding with green like splashing ink, spreading all the way.

Something, like this moss, grows all over the heart before you know it, and no one notices it.

Wen Huai looked at the bright bedroom that was very close, but also very far away, the intertwined figures of men and women were reflected on the bed, like a sharp and unparalleled blade silently penetrating the bones and blood, piercing into the heart of his life, and the blood was dripping.

He lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a smile of overwhelmed and bitter helplessness appeared, and his heart was unconsciously like this world, damp and wet.

The man suddenly appeared outside the villa like a ghost, and fell into Wen Yuan's eyes, making him overjoyed, and showed a smug smile to his own brother.

And this laugh is mostly a bit of mockery and ridicule.

He seemed to be silently saying to Wen Huai: Look, she just likes me, and she has to come to me in the middle of the night, get out with me.

What about white moonshine?

She has a big appetite and you can't satisfy it.

Looking at each other from afar, Wen Huai and Wen Yuan's sight burst into conflict.

Wen Yuan's laughter became more and more arrogant.

He leaned down slightly, leaned close to Jiang Ruo's ear and asked, "Do you love me?"

Jiang Ruo's mouth was stiff: "I don't love it."

Wen Yuan was not angry, but raised her chin and forced her to look downstairs viciously, "What about now?"

"Love him, or love me?"

"Am I better, or is he better?" He asked stubbornly and unyieldingly.

At the moment when he saw the man standing downstairs with an umbrella, Jiang Ruo's eyes widened in panic instantly, and he didn't care about the impact of the person behind him.

"Why did Brother Ahuai come?" She was so nervous that she couldn't do it, and her tone was extremely anxious, "Wen Yuan, no, don't let him see it."

"Turn off the lights, can you turn them off?"

"That's not going to work." Wen Yuan refused.

"Good, I have to let your brother Ahuai take a good look."

After that, Wen Yuan hugged Jiang Ruo to the floor-to-ceiling window, so that he could see more clearly.

"Wen Yuan!" Jiang Ruo trembled.

Wen Yuan lowered his head and kissed her, his voice hoarse and sexy: "Baby, I'm here."

Jiang Ruo's slender five fingers grabbed the home clothes on Wen Yuan's upper body, his eyes were hazy, "Please, don't let him see it."

"What should I do?" Wen Yuan whispered in her ear like a demon, and her voice was deliberately lengthened, pretending to be helpless, "You ran away from my girlfriend, then I can also treat others the way they do."

Wen Yuan kissed Jiang Ruo's earlobe, "How about making your husband angry?"

Jiang Ruoli shook her head with rain and hummed blankly: "Don't, I don't want it."

"Sister-in-law, I can't help you with my brother." Wen Yuan deliberately laughed evilly.

Jiang Ruo was disgusted: "You let go of me!"

Wen Yuan: "I'm waiting for you to get a divorce."

Outside the window, the man stood at night with an umbrella, his figure was extremely lonely and lonely, which made people feel extremely distressed.

Wen Huai looked at the two people who were close at hand, one was his wife and the other was his own brother.

Why is this happening?

Why did Wen Yuan snatch everything from him?

He only has Jiang Ruo, like a liferoot.

But Wen Yuan even wants to snatch his life!

Wen Huai's pupils gradually turned dark red, like a hell rakshasa, and the ferocious evil aura overflowed all over his body, and there was nowhere to vent.

He stood in the night, as if he had made a deal with the demon with his soul, hoping to obtain supernormal abilities to reverse time and space, so that Jiang Ruo and Wen Yuan would never see each other.

Wen Huai's five fingers were folded and clenched into fists, and the green tendons and blood vessels on the back of his hands burst out, and the pain was unspeakable.

What else could he do?

Do you rush in and kill Wen Yuan in front of Jiang Ruo, or do you mess with her, quarrel with her, and divorce her as Wen Yuan wishes?

Anger, resentment, hatred, heartbreak, and sadness are intertwined, and the pain is unspeakable.

The faint light in his deep eyes was half hidden and half revealed, mixed with mist, and a cold pain swept through.

At this moment, he is as fragile as a branch, and he is not broken.

What I saw with my own eyes this night was a bit like the despair of the collapse of the continent, heavy and suffocating, and a deadly rift had been born before I knew it, which could not be repaired or filled.

Wen Huai slowly lowered his eyes and swallowed the pain.

At this moment, a line of grief-stricken tears in the corners of his eyes slowly slid down Qingjun's cheeks, dripping into the rain, and quickly disappeared.

One night live.

He had never hated the length of the summer nights so much.

The rain was dripping and the eaves were broken until dawn.