Chapter 122: Blood Splattered Wedding Night 2

After taking the reassuring pill, he began to look at his dress in the mirror, looking left and right, always feeling that it was not so pleasing to the eye, and wanted to change it.

However, when I opened my closet, I smelled a familiar smell again.

It's her taste.

Shirts, T-shirts. For a long time, she didn't change her clothes and wore his.

Both pajamas and loungewear. She wore whatever she liked, and he never asked.

Those two months happened to be the height of summer, and she liked to take a bath, and every time she took a shower, she changed her clothes, sometimes two or three times a day.

When I picked it up at this moment, I realized that every piece had her taste. Perhaps, in those two months, she wore all his clothes.

It's this room, it's all full of her smell.

Wheat!

Joe Wheat!

He was horrified.

Her breath echoed through the room.

The shirt was spread out on the bed, and he didn't even dare to wear it.

Because he saw a long black hair, stubbornly attached to his shirt.

That's hers. Definitely Joe Wheat's.

The woman he dated was only Bingbing, and Bingbing had yellow curly hair...... Bingbing never spends the night here, and he doesn't wear his shirt and leave his black hair......

That's Joe Wheat's.

He jumped.

only to find that this room is pervasive.

Every square inch is full of her breath.

It's all joe wheat.

His qiē was already in symbiosis with the enemy—the smell, the hobbies, the clothes, the joy, the anger, the sorrow...... He had imprinted all the marks of a man on her! But how could she not have imprinted all the traces of a woman in the house of his old bachelor???

The smell was so strong that it suddenly irritated him again.

Incredibly restless!!

He thought that in that last night he had burned all his passions and exhausted all his joy - but at this moment, he had revived—I thought, I thought—that I had so longed for another woman, and for her softness was incredible......

The pain poured in, but there was no relief—he crouched down, and the pain was unbelievable.

He was suddenly indignant: Qiao Wheat said that he would come to get these things, why don't he come to get them now??

Or, when I delivered the check that day, I could have sent it together, why did I have to stay here, procrastinating??? did she not want to send it at all, or did she not want to pick it up at all? ?

No, these things have to be sent away.

He muttered to himself that he must send it to Qiao Mai.

You must not keep it in your own home, otherwise you will not be at peace all day. Moreover, after marrying Bingbing, what if Bingbing sees it? She will definitely ask, in that case, how can she explain it?

He didn't care that it was too early, so he immediately hurriedly cleaned it up, and as long as it smelled of Qiao wheat, he immediately threw it out, and threw it all over.

No, I can't wait.

It must be taken.

However, when he took the bag to pack it, he found that it was all his own clothes!

It's your own shirt, T-shirt, shorts.

Do you pack a large pocket of men's shirts and send them to Qiao Mai???

He collapsed on the bed.

Tired too much.

In a daze, I was stunned.

Remembering his own brazenness.

So the means that are not worth the end.