Half past eight in the evening.
Wen Xueli brought another boy home. This is her third boyfriend during this time.
"You won't mind if Louies is staying here tonight."
There was a rustling sound as the book was turned, and the leather sofa sank in.
With a "snap" sound, the rose-shaped bookmark sandwiched in the pages fell to the ground without warning.
Ying Yulan's eyelids were thin and white, and the ends of his eyes were long and narrow. He had a pair of ruthless peach blossom eyes, but there was a cold light in his dark eyes, and he didn't give Wen Xueli half of his eyes:
"Go away, get out and do it."
"Why should I get out?"
The things on the coffee table were smashed to pieces, and the fresh flowers that were wet with dew just now were instantly mixed in the rotten mud. "This house also has half of the money paid by my father. If you don't like it, just get out and live there!"
The book in his hand was thrown aside.
Ying Yulan had a slender figure and strode towards Wen Xueli.
"You want him to sleep in the same bed we slept in?"
He grabbed her chin, leaned over, and sneered.
It seemed that it was meant for the boy she brought back, but every word fell into the ears of Wen Xueli alone:
"Tell me, do your boyfriends know that we have slept together?"
*
Childhood sweethearts had a good time
But the relationship broke down and the old love is now gone
Reading guide:
Neither of them are normal people
There are all kinds of old-fashioned bloody elements such as false accusations and quarrels.
Concept: a fir tree.
