The Leftover Woman’s Big Marriage, the CEO’s Favorite Darling

A sharp scalpel came to his throat. Lin Xihe ’s smile made Jiang Junxun think she was laughing at him, and immediately emphasized: "Hey, I ’m telling the truth! At first, I and her were because ... … After I got married, I knew that nothing had happened with her at first! Our personality was not at all compatible, so we quarreled when I was fine! I wanted to divorce her, but she had to drag her to death! I think that as long as we have been separated for two years, I can apply to the court for a divorce! At that time, I will confess to you all this again, and I will be right with you ... "

When Jiang Junxun said these words, Lin Xihe always looked at the distance, as if he didn't want to look at him at all, as if he wasn't listening at all, which made him more confused. "Xihe? Heihe, you say something."

At the moment, Jiang Junxun is like a prisoner undergoing trial. Compared with the punishment received, this process of waiting for sentencing is even more painful.

Lin Xihe withdrew his eyes and looked at the man who had been in love for three years. His heart was bitter, but his eyes were cold. "Are you finished?"

"Say, that's it." Before meeting her, Jiang Junxun felt that he had countless words to tell her. Some words, he has thought about it countless times in his heart. But when he really spoke, he found that he could only think of a few pale lines after racking his brain.

"You can go." Lin Xihe turned to the door. She does not mean that she will respond. The trust between people is inherently fragile and cannot withstand such devastating lies.

"Xihe!" Jiang Junxun took her by the arm.

Lin Xi and Leng Jian looked at him and spit out two words: "Let go!" There was no trace of temperature in the voice.

Not only did Jiang Junxun not let go, but he gripped tighter. "Xihe, I know I was wrong, you give me another chance! I swear, I will never deceive you again! I love you! I really love you!"

"I let you let go!"

"Xihe, I--" Jiang Junxun's voice came to an abrupt halt, and a sharp scalpel touched his throat, flashing a cold light.

"Let go," he said, adding another force to the hand holding the scalpel.

Jiang Junxun produced a chill from his heart, swallowed saliva, and slowly released his hand.

"Don't appear in front of me again! Next time, I can't guarantee that I won't cut your throat." Lin Xihe retracted the scalpel and walked in without looking back.

"Xihe!" Jiang Junxun rushed to the door, but the door had been closed relentlessly.

...

This **, Lin Xihe did not sleep well. Struggling tiredly in a long and complicated dream until dawn.

When he woke up, the clothes on his body had soaked the cold sweat, sticking to the body sticky, which was extremely uncomfortable.

After lying quietly for a while, Lin Xihe finally decided to take a bath.

The water tenderness awakened the sound of water in the bathroom, followed the sound, poured a glass of water, and sat on the sofa.

Lin Xihe came out of the bathroom and saw the tenderness for a moment. "How did you get up at this time?"

"What about you? Why get up to take a shower early in the morning?"

"I can't sleep, I got up." Lin Xihe wiped her hair and sat next to her. "Shuishui, I plan to leave Yangcheng today."

Yangcheng is also a place of right and wrong, leaving early is the wise choice.