Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

The pure wool worsted fabric has a natural and soft color, bright but not old.

Like Fu Qingye, who looks like an old nobleman, sitting on the cloud platform and ignoring the world, but every time he talks to Jiang Manxue, it can make her angry and sad for a long time.It's not what it looks like, it's not what everyone says it is.

In the past, it was just anger, but this time it was both angry and sad, because there was nothing to refute the sadness.

Because what he said...is true.

She didn't have anything, and she was able to get to the present safely only because of the hands and a little warmth that Lu Sichen handed over in the dark, so far, she has also pushed herself into a situation where there is no redemption.

She, Jiang Manxue, has become a dodder flower that can only rely on men, or a dodder flower hanging on a cliff, if she is not careful, she will fall into the abyss and be smashed to pieces.

She walked on thin ice, trembling, deliberately forgetting these things, deliberately avoiding them, shrinking in a corner she thought was safe, and living her days cautiously.

Therefore, when Lu Xingyu came to scold her, kept making troubles, and even slapped her, she didn't dare to refute forcefully, because she was Lu Sichen's sister-in-law, and if she was unhappy, she could be kicked out of the Lu family.

So Lu Sichen found a woman outside, and there were countless gossip, she could only swallow her anger, and even Lin Yaru came to force her with her stomach full, and she could only pin her hopes on Lu Sichen.

How ridiculous, obviously the man made a mistake, he was the initiator of the whole mistake, but she hoped that he could help her solve this mistake.

Because she didn't dare, she couldn't, and she wasn't qualified.

If she left Lu Sichen, she would have no redemption, and she would go back to those terrible days when the sun was dark and the world was ineffective. She didn't dare anymore, she was afraid that Jiang Siya would die, and she was afraid that she would die too.

She couldn't pay back the debt owed by the Jiang family, and Lu Sichen helped her pay it back. She was grateful, and also let herself be infinitely lowered into the dust.

She knew that as long as she accepted Lu Sichen's redemption, their status would no longer be equal.

She will always bow her head in front of Lu Sichen, forever...

However, she still held some little hopes in her heart, little luck, hoping that Lu Sichen would always shelter her from the wind and rain, and luckily he would give her a home, a warm nest.

However, such self-paralysis made her forget.

When the wind blows, the flowers will fall from the cliff, the oath will be swallowed up, the butterfly wind chime in the corner of the house will rust in the wind and rain, the sound will be hoarse, and it will gradually be destroyed...

Jiang Manxue hugged herself tightly, her heart ached more and more, her tears grew more and more, at first she just sobbed, and then she couldn't restrain her muffled tears.

She hated it so much, hated herself, hated Fu Qingye even more, hated why he wanted to puncture the truth so ruthlessly, and burst the beautiful bubble in her heart.

Tears made her unable to see clearly what was in front of her. She could only vaguely see the outline of Fu Qingye's legs, as well as the well-made British leather shoes at the bottom of the suit trousers.After a while, the pair of leather shoes walked away, and the sound of the heels stepping on the ground was very clear.

When they were far away, Jiang Manxue cried more and more sadly, and this time there was more resentment in her sadness.

You bastard, you didn't even comfort him when you made him cry, so he just left!Not a gentleman at all!
I don't know how long it took, but Jiang Manxue's tears stopped, as if there was no audience, and her well-developed lacrimal glands stopped functioning instantly.

"Have you cried enough?" A voice came from above.

Only then did Jiang Manxue realize that Fu Qingye came back again at some point, and the pair of British leather shoes were facing her, glowing with luxury, Jiang Manxue even had a mischievous thought in her mind, thinking, If he stepped on his leather shoes dirty at this moment, would he be in such a bad mood that he would explode!

But, it's just a thought.

Seeing that Jiang Manxue didn't answer, Fu Qingye asked again, "I haven't cried enough."

"That's enough..." Jiang Manxue's voice still had the characteristic nasal sound after crying, it was a little muffled, as if soaked in water, and she felt a little aggrieved.

Fu Qingye said: "Then get up soon."

Jiang Manxue became even more angry, she gritted her teeth and said, "Do you think I don't want to get up? My legs are numb! If I don't stand firm and fall into your arms when I come together, are you going to say that I threw myself into your arms again?" !"

"How do you know?" Fu Qingye was obviously a little surprised, and also had a kind of shameless shamelessness.

Jiang Manxue was obviously laughed out of anger, "Heh..."

He actually admitted it!It's so bad!
Jiang Manxue tried her best to stand up straight, endured numbness in her legs, and grinned her teeth. She was determined, determined not to be labeled as throwing herself into her arms!
Fu Qingye tilted his head slightly, and looked at her for a while, looking very seriously. Under the dim streetlight, there seemed to be a river of starlight in his eyes, which was clear and bright.

"What are you looking at me for?" Jiang Manxue lacked confidence, "What's so interesting about me being an idler."

Fu Qingye's palm behind his back suddenly stretched out, and handed a box of milk to Jiang Manxue.

Jiang Manxue didn't react and stared at the milk in front of her.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Fu Qingye inserted the milk, took her hand and forced it into her hand, "Drink it quickly, it's hot."

He unscrewed a bottle of mineral water by himself and began to drink it slowly.

The things delivered to the door are not free to drink. Adhering to this concept, Jiang Manxue also started to drink milk, but she was too excited just now. She ignored the fact that she didn't have dinner. It seems that the feeling of hunger has been regained in the stomach, the more I drink, the more I feel hungry, and there is a faint burning feeling in the stomach.

Jiang Manxue frowned slightly, trying to suppress her discomfort.

Now she doesn't want to be embarrassed in front of Fu Qingye at all.

Unfortunately, her stomach betrayed her.

Gululu, Gululu...

The stomach was protesting, one after another, it was very clear in this quiet environment.

Fu Qingye stopped drinking water. He glanced at Jiang Manxue, didn't speak, but turned around and went into the convenience store again. When he came out again, he already had two rice balls in his hand.

He handed the rice ball to Jiang Manxue's hand, "Eat it first, and eat something better later when you go back."

Jiang Manxue couldn't have any more backbone at the moment, she was really hungry, she pursed her lips, and opened the rice ball, it was seaweed egg yolk rice ball, her favorite taste.

For a moment, there was only the sound of a small plastic bag that she accidentally touched while eating.

Jiang Manxue finished eating both, and when she swallowed the last bite, Fu Qingye handed over a pure white handkerchief. The handkerchief was too white and clean, and she was embarrassed to use it, so she waved her hand and refused: "No, no, no..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Qingye said, "Wipe it yourself, or let me wipe it for you."

Of course wipe it yourself!

Jiang Manxue knew that Fu Qingye was a man of his word, so he quickly took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth clean.

Fu Qingye said again: "Wipe your face too, your face is covered with tears and snot, it's really ugly."

"You..." Any woman would be upset if she was called ugly, and so was Jiang Manxue.

She was so angry that she wiped it with the handkerchief desperately, as if venting her anger on the handkerchief. After she finished wiping, she suddenly lowered her head and said weakly: "You are right, I am a woman who knows nothing."