Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

He wants to know the woman's news, he wants to know, immediately.

Shen Wei evoked his red lips,

"A woman like her, what else do you want her to do, a" prostitute "girl, Mr. Chu Lu, you are not afraid to dirty your noble identity and insult your esteem. If you are looking for a woman, you may not have One? If you have to come here, even if you look for me, it will cost money. "

Shen smiled more and more enchanted, and Chu Li squinted his eyes. These words were originally what he said to Xia Ruoxin every day, but only now when he said it from someone else's mouth, he felt that his heart was kind of Sudden pain, as if someone had dug a piece of meat.

No, no, he didn't know, he really didn't know.

"I said that she is no longer here. As for her news, Mr. Chu can check for herself. She is dead or alive. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, because it's not me but you who pushed her here. , Mr. Chu. "

After finishing talking, she clenched her red lips and turned to leave. He looked for it, as long as he could find it, and Chu Lu's appearance at this time seemed to know something, and it seemed to be found, but everything It's late

When a woman's heart is broken, she no longer loves others, but only loves herself.

That frantic expression is clearly crazy love, but why not admit it, now, to try to exhort him, he thought everything too simple.

Women are not objects, they come and go.

Chu Lu watched as Shen Wei's figure disappeared in front of him, but he didn't ask anything. He stretched out his hand and smashed it on the side of the wall, he didn't even feel any pain, Just because his heart was numb now.

He turned around and walked out. In the past, his body was full of vitality. At this time, Xiao Xiao showed a lot. It turned out that he had always been lonely. The so-called hate was just an excuse that he was unwilling to let go.

Where there is no love, there is hate, and the more hate it is, then, is love the same?

He went out, the sky outside was already dark, and the wind was blowing on his face from time to time, hitting his face with some stiff pain. He put his hand on his chest, and the pain here seemed to be endless.

Sitting back in his car, and the cell phone that he forgot in the car kept ringing, he picked up the cell phone in the car, but there were several missed calls on it, all from Li Manni.

Throwing away the mobile phone in his hand, he just remembered that there was still a woman in the family. He thought he was getting married. He thought, why did he marry her four years ago, because he was afraid that his heart would continue to be that woman. Influence, afraid of their own will betrayed Yi Xuan.

Therefore, he married Li Manni, the harder he felt towards Xia Ruo, the better he felt towards Li Manni. Even in the past four years, he had been in a state of atonement, but in the end, who was he betting on.

He didn't even think about it himself, maybe he didn't even think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

He put his hand on his chest. He carefully glued these small pieces of paper together, what does it represent, doesn't he know? And is he not depressed enough?

He let out a deep breath, and he put his hand on the steering wheel, and the mobile phone beside him rang again, even some endless boredom. He picked up the mobile phone and pressed it vigorously, then threw it outside, and in a pair of scarlet eyes, there was a kind of madness and irritability that was unknown.

Don't bother him any more, otherwise he will kill, maybe go to suicide.

Li Manni hung up the phone in his hand and looked at the tea on the table again. He never missed her appointment, but this time why, yesterday, today, is he really so busy?

She put her hand on her lower abdomen. The child was so important to them that she lost it, and even the relationship between them was lost.

At this moment, there was a noise at the door, and she hurried over, even with some excitement. When he came back, she knew that he would not let her leave.

"Liu, you're back," she quickly opened the door, and she really saw Chu Li. Speaking, it was about to fall into Chu Li's arms.

Chu Li just passed Li Manni's body with her hands, and some tired voices revealed a little indifference. I was tired, so I went to rest for a while. With that said, he walked past her, and even the perfunctory intimacy didn't want to have any more. He is really tired. There are some things that he needs to think about.

"Liu, what's the matter with you today?" Li Manni stayed in place, turned to look at his back, and murmured, he seems to have changed today, but just what changed, she couldn't figure it out.

The dishes on the table were still intact and no one sipped.

Chu Lu walked into his study and threw his briefcase aside. He really felt very depressed in his whole body. He plunged the whole body into a chair, and the pain in his eyebrow caused him pain. After pinching it several times, he never relieved. He took out a key and opened the drawer he had been locked.

Opened the drawer. Inside was a cabinet of pearls, which he tore off by himself, but the woman picked up the pearls by himself. He did not let her take away anything from the Chu family, of course, including these in the drawer. Four years of pearls.

The room is slightly warm under the soft light. The pearls have a very lustrous luster, each one is the same circle, the color is perfect, but unfortunately, it is just one by one, not connected.

With the drawer locked, he walked into the small suite inside and lay directly on the bed. He didn't want to go to the bedroom today. He didn't want a woman lying next to him.

He is tired. If he can't give birth, he can't give birth. Maybe it is because he has done too much bad things, so now he has retribution.

Lying on the bed, he kept his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and also had slight red blood. At the door, Li Manni hesitated to put his hands on the door, and finally chose to put it down. With her own hand, at this moment, she just felt that the world between them seemed to be farther away.

Perhaps it has never been close.

"I said, I'll make you pay," the man took out a wooden stick from behind, his eyes narrowed, and brutally slammed the woman's arm.

With the woman screaming incomparably, he turned ruthlessly instead of seeing the woman's continually cramping body.

His hand was pinching her neck fiercely, and she couldn't wait to choke her, "You are not just a mean woman, but a" prostitute "who can do all her best." He said the same thing in his mouth, he didn't know the pain, didn't know the sadness, but others knew it.