After marrying the rich man

"Ye Weiran, do you know the answer now?"

……

After everything calmed down, Lu Jingyan was well dressed and still looked like a handsome young man.

On the other hand, Ye Weiran's clothes were torn and her hair was messy.

Lu Jingyan held her in his arms, the huge back seat, the luxurious seat, and the charming atmosphere.

Ye Weiran's eyes were empty, she seemed to have been robbed of her soul, there were still vehicles and pedestrians outside, and the sound of conversation came into her ears from time to time.

She was in Lu Jingyan's arms and stopped struggling.

Just like the first time, she was also lying in his arms, examining his cheeks, his clear face, and his well-defined jawline.

It's this man who makes me fall in love at first sight, it's this man who makes me fall in love to the point of desperation, leaving only endless grief in the end.

He doesn't love her, and to him, she is a woman of all means.

He doesn't love her, and because of this, he can humiliate her so much just because of one sentence.

Ye Weiran asked himself.

why?

At the first glance, what kind of potential did you see in this man?

He was so cruel, so cold and unfeeling.

Lu Jingyan was satisfied, her mood was much better than before, and she no longer remembered what Ye Weiran said.

He took off his clothes and covered her, his voice was a little softer than usual.

"Cover it, don't catch a cold."

Ye Weiran didn't speak, stretched out her small white hand, and took the clothes away.

Because of this action, Lu Jingyan's eyes shrank.

The change of expression is only in a blink of an eye.

"Ye Weiran."

His voice was condensed, Ye Weiran was unmoved.

"Mr. Lu is satisfied, can you let me go?"

Lu Jingyan pursed her thin lips tightly, exuding a cold air all over her body.

Ye Weiran left from his arms, took the blanket on the car, and covered her body.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't pay attention to the clothes Lu Jingyan gave him.

Lu Jingyan's cold eyes fell on her for a long time.

He nodded, almost gnashing his teeth and said: "Okay, Ye Weiran, you are really good."

After he finished speaking, he opened the car door and got out of the car. When he left, he slammed the car door loudly.

Ye Weiran looked cold, there were traces left by Lu Jingyan all over her body, she maintained one movement for a long time.

So humiliating, so unbearable.

All because of not loving.

She understands.

One sentence, such a result has evolved, if it happens again, will you still ask that sentence?

Ye Weiran asked herself in her heart.

You could have endured the past, why did you say it?

Is it to vent the dissatisfaction in my heart, or is it because I thought of Qiao Yanchu?
But it doesn't seem to matter what the reason is.

……

In the huge room, Ye Weiran was sitting on the sofa, wearing a white dress.

Opposite her, Han Mo was making tea for her.

Tea artist, the most particular about state of mind.

As a psychiatrist, Han Mo did such a thing very smoothly.

She handed the brewed tea to Ye Weiran and smiled.

"Try it."

Ye Weiran twitched the corners of her lips, although she was smiling, it was uglier than crying.

"Sister Han Mo, do you think I can taste the taste of this tea in my current state of mind?"

Han Mo's smile continued.

"Let go of those complicated emotions, be quiet, drink tea, talk, it's pretty good, isn't it?"

Having said that, Ye Weiran still finds it a bit difficult.

"Sister Han Mo, do you know what I was thinking in the car today?"

Han Mo looked at her with a smile, but said nothing.

Ye Weiran continued to speak.