The Love of My Life: The Deep Fall of the Chief

"Promise him, kiss one, promise him, kiss one..." The booing and shouting of the students was deafening.

He Xiaoran looked at the handsome man who suddenly knelt in front of her on one knee and held a ring. She was a little caught off guard and shocked. She never expected that he would propose to her at the class reunion.

The two people have known each other for a long time, but the time they really communicated is not long. In just a few months, they haven't reached the point of discussing marriage.

But in the face of such a scene, it is impossible not to be moved.

Lu Siyuan was handsome and always motivated. He was already the deputy director of the Land Bureau at a young age, a deputy department-level cadre, and had a bright future. There were countless beautiful girls who fell under his trousers.

However, Lu Siyuan had a soft spot for He Xiaoran, a divorced woman, and would rather break a girl's heart for her.

But now, this man kneels in front of her and proposes to her. She has no reason to refuse such an excellent and affectionate man. The most important thing is that he doesn't dislike her past.

As a woman, especially a woman with a married history, what more can I ask for?

Why don't you just...marry yourself.

To be honest, He Xiaoran felt from the bottom of his heart that he was lucky to meet Lu Siyuan, and it was a blessing he had cultivated for several lifetimes.

She bit her lips with a blushing face, and shyly lowered her eyes to avoid Lu Siyuan's eager and expectant gaze, "Siyuan, I..."

Before the next words could be said, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Luoyang is here!"

He Xiaoran raised his head suddenly, and the expression on his face suddenly became stiff.

Luoyang?This name that was once deeply rooted in his bones was actually mentioned at this moment.

The heart was hit hard by a blunt object, and something seemed to explode in his mind. The word "Luoyang" was like a cold sharp blade, ruthlessly opened the long-buried wound in his heart, and blood was dripping instantly .

The whole box fell into a dead silence.

Back then, her vigorous love affair with Luoyang was once passed on as a good story, and even the entire Jiangcheng City C knew that they were a golden boy and girl, who had witnessed her beauty and also witnessed her embarrassment.

And all of that was given to her by him.

He lifted her up to the sky with his own hands, and then threw her into hell, causing her family to be ruined overnight, and she changed from the envied Princess of Pearl to a wealthy abandoned wife.

The hatred spread little by little, and gradually spread to the veins and veins.

It's been a long time since she heard this name. She had imagined countless scenes of reuniting with Luoyang. She wanted to ask him why he disappeared without a trace back then.

But unexpectedly, the real reunion turned out to be in this situation, when she was proposed by another man.

Oh, what a bizarre and weird coincidence.

After disappearing for so many years, he finally reappeared, when He Xiaoran was about to forget him, when He Xiaoran had given up exploring the truth.

We will meet each other on a narrow road in our lifetime, and we will not be spared in the end.

Did he come back because he had a disturbed conscience and wanted to see the plight of the woman he abandoned?

That being the case, let him see that she, He Xiaoran, is doing well, and there are still people who are willing to love her and propose to her without him.

He Xiaoran glanced at the man who appeared at the door of the box. After three years, he had lost all traces of youthfulness, and his mature temperament made him more handsome and handsome. His features were handsome, dignified and elegant, especially his pair His eyes are still ancient well without waves and deep in the world, so that you will never be able to see clearly what is in his heart and the decision at the next moment.

But He Xiaoran didn't have the heart to appreciate these things. Seeing the tall and tall figure approaching gracefully step by step, she felt that the anger that she had borne for several years was suddenly out of control, and it all flooded into her mind, making her unable to think. .

If she was a little hesitant just now, she can be said to be firm now.

The crimson lips curved out, trying to calm down the already chaotic heartbeat, slowly raised his left hand, and stretched it out to the man in front of him, his sweet voice was calm on the surface, "I wish..."

Before she could say the word "meaning" at the end, her wrist was clasped by a powerful big hand, and her five cold fingers seemed to crush her wrist bones.

"Let go, what are you going to do." He Xiaoran struggled angrily.

He had long legs and big strides, she couldn't keep up and was dragged all the way.

"Let go of me, Luoyang, let go."

As soon as he entered the elevator, He Xiaoran finally couldn't help roaring, and angrily shook off his hand. Just as he was about to turn around and press the door button, he was suddenly pressed against the mirror wall of the elevator, "Who allows you to marry someone else?" A man, huh?"

She snorted and sneered, "Does this world have your last name? Can't a woman who was abandoned by you marry again?"

Luo Yang lifted her chin expressionlessly, his slender and cold fingers were as indifferent as his whole body, and touched her crimson red lips with his fingertips, his voice was deep and cold, suppressing his anger, "Where are you going?" One step, huh? Have you kissed? Or have... slept?"

He Xiaoran looked up at the handsome man with gloomy face and angry eyes, suddenly calmed down, with a mocking arc on his lips, "Luoyang, who are you, why are you questioning me?"

He looked at the woman's blushing and angry face, his dark eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously, his breathing suddenly became heavier, and his thin lips with a sneer whispered softly in her ear, "Forget who I am, Now let me help you remember."

Before the words were finished, the man's fiery lips kissed her fiercely.

Looking at the man's thin lips that were pressed down instantly, He Xiaoran's black and white pupils instantly widened, her chin was clamped and she couldn't dodge, so she could only raise her hands reflexively and struggle to push back, "Luoyang, are you crazy? ?”

Isn't he just crazy? If he wasn't crazy, why would he run back as soon as he heard that another man was going to propose to her?

Looking at the woman whose complexion turned pale in vain and struggling fiercely, his heart became more angry, and outside the box, he heard annoying booing inside, which was annoying.

This woman belongs to him, and it only belonged to him many years ago. Even if he doesn't want it anymore, she can't let other men get involved.

Just thinking about it drives me crazy.

At this time, Luoyang was like an enraged wild beast, easily imprisoning He Xiaoran in the square inch of his embrace, he kissed fiercely, not tenderly, almost biting.

Like venting, more like plunder.

The woman's fist slammed heavily on his iron-hard chest, and his words were forced into pieces by him,

"Let go of me...Luoyang...you have no right...to treat me like this..."

The man's body trembled slightly, the kiss stopped, and he left her lips slightly, his hoarse voice was bewitching, with no emotion, "I'm not qualified, who is, Lu Siyuan?"

As the words fell, the man's big hand suddenly reached for her neckline.

Chi-

The sound of the silk cloth being torn was extremely clear and piercing in the quiet and narrow space, He Xiaoran screamed, "What are you doing? Stop... you crazy."

A loud slap wrapped around the man's handsome face.

But the man's movements didn't stop, nor did he get angry. His tall body tightly covered her in front of him, covering her whole body in his shadow. With a smile on his lips, he put his hand into her skirt and held her On his waist, his breathing was rapid, but his voice was calm and terrifying, "You have to pay a price for hitting me, have you forgotten?"

The man's warm fingers were roughly covering her skin, and the fingertips moved, causing layers of trembling.

He Xiaoran struggled vigorously, but he grabbed his wrist with one hand, "Yeah" He Xiaoran spat on his face, "The price? Isn't the price I paid enough?"

Could it be that what he has done so far is not enough, how can he still think about embarrassing her and how far he has hurt her?
Luo Yang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't raise his hand to wipe the saliva on his face, as if he didn't hear her words, he just stroked her cheek with the other hand, and looked at her beautiful eyes that had been covered with a layer of mist. Mist, but stubbornly opened his eyes wide to prevent the mist from consolidating. Luoyang's eyes gradually returned to tenderness, "Crying? Don't you like this place? Let's change to another place."

Qingyue's hoarse voice was as gentle as water, as if the cold, harsh and arrogant person just now was not him at all.

He Xiaoran said coldly, "No, I'm not going anywhere, I don't have anything with you anymore... ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was already being hugged by the man at the waist in a whirl, and the large suit wrapped her around her. Just as she was about to struggle, she heard the deep and hoarse voice again, "I want to be hugged by you!" People see you disheveled, huh?"

He Xiaoran's expression froze, and he stopped struggling. He immediately pressed his hands on the ripped skirt of his clothes, and closed his eyes deeply.

Close to this long-lost embrace again, the familiar and clear man's breath immediately enveloped her nostrils, penetrated into her lungs, and then turned into countless steel needles, piercing her bloody.

My heart hurts so much I'm about to suffocate.

A few years later, she thought she had forgotten the deep love and hatred of this man, but she didn't.

His kindness to her and his hurts to her are still clear bit by bit, so clear that she is heart-piercing and in pain.

For so many years, he has always had a way to make her submit, no matter in the past or now, he is domineering and vicious.

It's a pity that she is no longer the little girl he could control.

A few seconds later, He Xiaoran opened his eyes, struggled hard, and left Luoyang's embrace, "I'd rather be stripped and thrown on the street than accept any sympathy from you."

Luo Yang was taken aback, this woman seemed to be a little different.

After a few seconds of silence, he took off his coat and put it on He Xiaoran, but she brushed it away.

At this time, with a ding, the elevator door opened.

Holding his chest, He Xiaoran walked quickly through the hall, and when he reached the door, he met Lu Siyuan who was chasing him out.

He was still clutching the ring in his hand, and his black hair was covered with sweat. They took the elevator, but he reached the door before them. He ran down the [-]th floor.