Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

Su Muying walked out of the hospital, feeling bored walking alone on the street, took out her phone from her bag and looked through it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned on the phone, I saw a screen full of headlines, and I was stunned in place.

On the phone, there was a picture of the two kissing.

The man put his arms around the woman, and the woman clasped the man's shoulders. She had a pair of sunglasses on her face, so she couldn't see her face clearly.

The two hugged each other tightly, their lips pressed tightly together.

Su Muying's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, his knuckles turned white.

The man in the picture is An Xianyang.

woman…

Ha ha.

An Xianyang actually kissed another woman in a place full of paparazzi.

She also knew that woman.

The corner of Su Muying's mouth twitched.

The smile is extremely ironic.

However, didn't I expect this scene long ago?

Suddenly, some different emotions arose in her heart.

But the psychological preparations made before are useless at this time.

The tears in the eyes were like beads with broken threads, rolling down in big drops.

Women always imagine themselves to be very strong, in fact, very fragile.

An Xianyang is a smart person, he would never kiss a top-line celebrity in a place where he knows there are many paparazzi.

He must be playing.

But Su Muying saw that his expression was so calm, and his arms tightly wrapped around Ling Feiyu's waist.

There also seemed to be a table between them.

An Xianyang kissed the woman forcefully.

Ah.

The only support point in my mind suddenly collapsed.

Su Muying supported the wall on one side, tears kept falling.

It's an emotion you can't control.

After a while, she raised her hand, and a huge teardrop fell on the back of her hand.

Su Muying was startled, walked to the glass window, and looked up.

All I saw was a woman with dull eyes, red eye sockets, and tears all over her face, standing there helplessly.

It turned out that I would be sad like this.

Su Muying cried even harder, originally she was crying with suppressed voice, but now she couldn't care less.

Bend your knees, fold your arms over them, and bury your face in them.

The shoulders also trembled violently.

Many people walked past her.

What's more, looking at her like this, pointing at her.

She stared blankly at herself in the glass window, and slowly raised her hand to wipe away the falling tears.

With a very calm expression, he made a call.

"Hey."

There was a deep and hoarse voice, but it sounded hoarse and magnetic.

"it's me."

She rarely called that person on her own initiative.

But I didn't expect it either.

The initiative this time turned out to be because An Xianyang dominated the headlines.

Her voice was hoarse.

An Xianyang was silent for a long time, then let out a sigh of relief, and replied lightly: "I know."

An Xianyang hesitated there for a long time.

Because desperately holding back to care about her is a very difficult thing.

He also wanted to ask her, how are you doing now?

"Where are you?"

Su Muying turned around, walked into a nearby shop, picked a seat and sat down.

"at home."

An Xianyang's voice sounded really calm, but the hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.

"Do you have time now? I want to ask you to meet."

Su Muying smiled slightly and asked for a glass of boiled water, her voice was dull.

"Okay, I'll go right now."

However, the promise was straightforward, but the voice didn't sound much changed.

As usual, to meet a very ordinary friend.

Su Muying heard his voice so indifferent, her heart twitched suddenly.

The two hung up the phone.

Su Muying put the phone on the table, crossed her arms, buried her cheeks in her arms, just like that, motionless.

At that moment, I felt like I was hollowed out.

Take another look at the picture on the headline.

Men and women kiss in the window.

It's a domineering kiss from a man.

Very strong posture.

But also active.

Hehe, it seems to be a scene from many years ago, the familiarity makes Su Muying feel distressed.

When An Xianyang arrives.

He stopped beside Su Muying, lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes were full of pity, almost shattered.

He didn't want to call her.

That's all he wanted to look at her.

After a while, An Xianyang stood in front of the table, and then called her softly: "Mu Ying."

Su Muying's body trembled slightly, then raised her head to look at An Xianyang.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he pointed to the seat opposite.

"Sit, sit down."

An Xianyang sat opposite Su Muying with his eyes dim.

Su Muying raised her head and looked into his eyes.

These eyes are the same as the eyes of boyhood.

When she saw it by herself, her heart still moved.

But restrain yourself.

Be less revealing of your feelings.

"So, yesterday, you met Ling Feiyu, didn't you?"

"Yes." An Xianyang answered with certainty, not dragging his feet at all.

"The man in the picture is really you, isn't it?" Su Muying clasped the water glass with his fingertips, and it turned white slightly.

An Xianyang closed his eyes wearily.

Sure enough, she still saw the photo.

He also made things so big.

It was impossible for her to lose sight.

"Yes." An Xianyang nodded, with a calm expression, but there was a flash of sadness and intolerance in his dark eyes.

"So, that's all true, isn't it? You tell me!"

Su Muying's voice had already started to tremble, trembling uncontrollably.

"Yes." An Xianyang looked away impatiently.

Sure enough, that's the case...

Su Muying seemed to have lost all her strength, the water glass landed on the table crisply, spilling a little water.

An Xianyang looked more and more unbearable, and suddenly his voice was pretending to be indifferent and alienated:

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

Su Muying looked at the back of An Xianyang leaving, feeling a little dazed.

She believed him if he didn't admit it.

Unexpectedly, An Xianyang would admit it so simply, so neatly, and so decisively.

Su Muying raised her hands to cover her cheeks, but she still couldn't help the tears rolling down mercilessly from her fingers.

An Xianyang walked straight forward.

There is no intention of going back.

He can always remember what Ling Feiyu said to himself.

Once he gets close to Su Muying, that person will expose the murder case back then.

No matter what the truth of the matter is, it should not be kicked out now.

Before he has fully investigated this matter, perhaps it is the best thing to be unfeeling.

An Xianyang looked at the road ahead.

The steps are so heavy.

He even thought for a while that he would never see that person again.

However, this is protection.

He is using his own way to protect Su Muying.

Don't disturb her, don't let her be used by others.

Time, everything is left with only time.

As long as I use the time to find the truth as soon as possible, everything will be resolved.

Patience is the hardest part.