A rich girl tames her husband

Chapter 5

Lonelyness had promised many times that he would turn back for Mengxuan.

###Chapter8,No customer

"Why are you doing this for me?" Mengxuan's big eyes sparkled with confusion and she looked surprised.

"Because you are different from other girls. You are pure. Those women are too crazy and I'm tired of them. Now I just want to find a pure girl to get married to and build a family of my own." Lonelyness embraced her, and their bodies got closer and closer until they were connected. However, when he left Meng Xuan alone, his heart was empty, without attachment, no warmth, and he couldn't remember how many times. He said the same words to different people as if recited a familiar formula, and he himself also felt ridiculous. Lonelyness allowed him to think that he didn't have true love, at least this was how he felt. His heart was wet and cold, and only in his intertwined body, the emptiness of the soul could he get a slightest sense of pleasure. From time to time, he would think about four years ago, when he was just twenty years old, the woman in his life. However, with the passage of time, everything disappeared.

Without clients, computers, and his mother's dignified face, he would go to the bar alone, light up the intoxicated Longbian Lanjin's clothes, take off his tie, and sit in the darkest corner. Occasionally he would look for the coquettish women under the beautiful light, and look at them with a smile. Then he would spend the empty and passionate night, and run around on his own the next day. "I want to marry you." Suddenly, Meng Xuan asked for this alone. He was surprised, but he still 0.2 it with all kinds of reasons. Over time, he got bored, because everything was just a game. He was used to his unrestrained life. But Meng Xuan was still pure and passionate, she had completely fallen in love with him, and she was used to his good night. However, lonelyness could give her a moment of warmth. He could not give her her a lifetime of love, because he had lost the instinct of love. "Lonelyness, I love you."

Mengxuan wrapped her arms around his neck. His naked body had already forgotten the pleasure of being humiliated. Gu Yuxuan said nothing. His heart was complicated and he only wanted to calm the solidified atmosphere with a kiss. However, Mengxuan's ice-cold lips stopped his dry lips. She looked at him carefully." I am pregnant." "Don't lie to me. It's impossible." A buzz came to his mind. He shook Mengxuan's shoulder. "You lied to me, didn't you?" Mengxuan's face was twisted with pain and sadness. She whispered, "It's true." Gu Yuxuan let go of her in a decadent way and turned over his body. His face restored the indifference of the past. "Let's fight." He said, "Why?" Mengxuan stubbornly turned the lonely body around, and I wanted to give birth to him because I really wanted to have a child with us."

"But it's not now." Lonely Yun was impatient. "Even if the child is born, I can't accept it. After all, my family will not agree with me to do this." "Why?" Meng Xuan got up in shock. "Didn't you say that you'll marry me? Then we can naturally have our children." "I already said that I can't accept this child now. Even if he's born, I won't be responsible for it." Lonely Yun closed his eyes tiredly. "I'm sleepy and want to sleep." Meng Xuan was almost dizzy as she weakly turned off the lights. Everything felt like a dream. Perhaps when she woke up, things were different from things. She wanted to say, but tears flowed first. "Lonely Yun twinkling."

Huyan Haojie called his most beloved man again. "I want to give birth to this child." At this time, he was lonely and still doing his own work. He sank and wise plans to exchange information with customers. The voice in the phone was enough to make him bored, because he had been numb to this game, and the woman at the other end was no longer beautiful. "Don't say anything more." He whispered and said, "I have something to do, and I will call you after work."

Then he hung up the phone quickly, and a beeping sound came from the other side. Alone, he was still sitting in a serious manner. At night, he went to dinner with his clients, which was a meal for food. At the table, he politely toasted to drink. Everyone seemed to be friendly, but the haze in his heart was like a knife. Every sentence seemed to be careless, but contained a different meaning. The fine dishes and wine on the table were only the final decorations.

###Chapter9,Infatuation, Resentment, Resentment

"I love you." Meng Xuan shouted from the other end of the phone. "I want to have our common little life." The lonely Meng Yun frowned indifferently. At this moment, Meng Xuan no longer catered to his needs. She was no longer beautiful in his heart. The only thing he could do was to flee. Even if you gave birth to him, I wouldn't admit it." Every word was so sonorous and forceful. Meng Xuan was almost dizzy. The man who was as warm as wine back then already disappeared. Did you still love me?" Meng Xuan asked fearfully. "I'm busy. I hope you won't disturb me." The lonely Meng Yun spoke coldly. He was completely tired of that woman. If they had been tangled by each other for too long, their souls would grow further and further apart. He did not have the ability to love her.

At the other end of the phone came the sad crying of Mengxuan, which tortured her lonely nerves. He has long been tired of her stupidity." Let's break up." Finally, he said these words. In a quiet cafe, Mengxuan raised her head in surprise as if it were just a nightmare. Her eyes met his, and he stirred the coffee cup in a cold, calm voice, "We are not suitable for each other." Her eyes quickly shed tears, and she lowered her head. In fact, everything was within expectation. The worries from before were so real. I didn't want to lie to you anymore. "

Loneliness went on to say, "You are an excellent girl. I believe that you will find a better man. I am sorry for you. Just forget me completely."

It turned out that they really broke up. Mengxuan could not hold back her tears anymore. She thought about being his bride. On the soft beach, she wore a white wedding dress and walked with him in the married palace hand in hand. Then she swore in front of the priest that she would be poor, rich, and healthy. They loved and respected each other. They would never leave each other and always be together forever. She naively thought that she had gone too far and was the last harbor. But she was wrong. She overestimated herself. Why did she do this?" Mengxuan had no strength to recall something and struggled to spit out a few words.

"I'm sorry for you." Looking at her tear-stained face, he seemed to feel guilty and sad for her innocence. But the moment it passed, he sighed and said, "Just take it as my death. I know that I hurt you. I'm really sorry. I owe you too much, but I'll make it up to you." "Compensation?" Meng Xuan looked up and sneered. The man in front of him became so cold and strange. She said loudly, "Do you think everything can be compensated? I know you're rich, but can love be solved with money? Do I care about your compensation?"

"But, that's all I can do." Lonely Yun looked at Meng Xuan's twisted face in confusion. "I know you look down on me like this, but I'm really incapable of doing anything," he said. "Go to hell," Mengxuan screamed. Her voice was so abrupt that the cafe staff turned their heads in this direction in surprise. "I don't care for your compensation." After that, she began to cry. She loved him so much, and he had already become her soul. Mengxuan walked alone in the corner of the street, with a headset stuffed in her ear. There was only one line of "Seven Emotions and Six Desires" in the voice, but she still listened to it over and over again.

"I don't want you to pay for loving your heart, and I don't want you to block the pain. I've accompanied you for a while and experienced all kinds of emotions..." Listening to her, tears fell like rain, and she squatted down her tired body. She felt so painful that she couldn't breathe, and the warmth disappeared, as if she had been severely hurt by a needle. Yesterday, she had been given a happy harbor, but today, everything was gone, and the vows she made would be turned into nothing. Her long hair was messed up in the wind, and her tears unconsciously dried up in the air. Things were different, and she wanted to say something but shed tears first.

The days without love were even more painful than the days of death, but she was destined to live for love. She went to the hospital alone, and she called him again carefully. "Can you help me kill this lovely little life?" At this moment, he was in a meeting, and he whispered in disgust, "You should solve it yourself, I am busy now." Then the phone was turned off. She almost fainted, and the doctor called her name indifferently, indicating that she came to the operating room. She gently bowed her head and stroked the pre-formed life in her belly, and her tears stopped flowing. "Han Zixuan."

The doctor shouted again, "Oh, it's coming." She paused for a moment, and then gathered her courage to enter the operating room. She lied on the operating bed, and then the blinding lights were turned on. With a c***k, the flashing surgical tools were held in the doctor's hands. At this moment, she no longer had the courage. She avoided his eyes and roared, "I'm not going to do it anymore." Before the doctor could react, she quickly got up and ran away from the operating room, the place she was afraid of.

She didn't know how long she had run, and she was completely tired. Her heart was as painful as a bone. She coughed hard, as if there was a bloody taste in her throat. The sticky heat suppressed every nerve of her. She squatted down in pain with gasps, as thin as a hint of melancholy eyes. She cried, let out a sound like an animal. "I will marry you." Her ears swept away his old vows, and he held her waist.

But how could she know that it was a lie that he had lied to her numerous times? When he closed his eyes, the salty wind, she no longer had his soul. He was destined to die, because instead of living in the corner of the city, it was better to choose a heaven that belonged to herself, without the haze, because she didn't belong to this world. She touched the little life that hadn't yet taken shape in her belly lovingly, and she had already made a choice of the soul. "My tears bind up the wound of my heart." She wrote in the diary, one by one, it hurt me, making me remember the temperature he touched my body, and his palm was very warm. My palm was cold, so I loved this gorgeous and gentle love. I thought everything would be everlasting, and no one could imagine that I would stay in the empty city alone. I would cry, and tears would surge. Was it just a piece of sincere love that I wanted? Was it so far away? Yesterday, I kept coughing, and my throat was my blood, the red color that could die, making me scared."