Chapter 857 How can I still marry a wife (3)
He lowered his head, staring at her with deep eyes, his eyes were cold, "Really? I can't see that you are quite capable."
Yaya lowered her head and did not answer, but she did not expect that Yu Wenfan's next words would put her in an even more embarrassing situation.
"Are you so casual about any handsome man? If he can do it, can I do it too?"
Ya Ya seemed to be struck by lightning, her already pale face was even more ugly, her widened eyes were foggy, and the embarrassment in her heart was infinitely magnified, almost drowning her.
Forgetting that one of her hands was still injured, she tried her best to push him away, her moist eye sockets were flushed, and she couldn't hold back her tears.
She looked at him with a strong nasal voice, as if she was about to cry in the next second, "Yu Wenfan, I hate you."
She turned around and wanted to leave, but Yu Wenfan was faster than her, grabbed her arm and pressed her against the wall, asking in a deep voice, "You hate me, do you like that Lin Fang?"
Ya Ya was very wronged, and her stubbornness came up, she replied unwillingly, "Yes, I like him, he is good everywhere, he won't hate him like you."
"Ah."
Yu Wenfan sneered, pinched her chin, forced her to look up, and said cruelly, "I hate it, so why did you like me before?"
Back against the cold wall, the coolness seeped into her heart, Yaya pulled her lips, her voice was very soft, "It's me who likes you, so are you satisfied?"
As soon as the words fell, the cold liquid slid across her cheeks uncontrollably.
Obviously want to hold back, but still can't hold back.
Yaya wiped it off with her hands indiscriminately, cursing herself that it was useless.
Yu Wenfan's pupils trembled slightly, and Yaya's words "I'm the one who loves you" echoed in his ears. Before he could recover, her tears burned the back of his hands and blinded his eyes.
He let go of her chin, took a deep look at her, and then lifted his foot to leave.
"boom-"
The sound of the door slamming made the whole room tremble
move.
Ya Ya's body slid down slowly, and she fell to sit on the cold floor. She curled up into a ball, hugged her knees with her hands, and buried her head in her knees.
Even if she was cheated on her first love, or even plotted against by her ex-boyfriend and best friend, she has never felt so uncomfortable as she is now.
But the other party was Yu Wenfan, so she had nothing to do.
…
The sky is dark, and the neon lights illuminate the bustling and lively night.
In the box, Yu Wenfan drank one glass of wine after another, but his consciousness couldn't be more sober.
He knocked the wine glass on the table, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.
The other party answered quickly, speaking cleanly, "What's the matter?"
Yu Wenfan leaned on the sofa, raised his head, his jaw line was sharp and angular, "Fu Juncheng, you said you have such a bad temper, how can you still marry a wife?"
On the other end of the phone, Fu Juncheng was looking at the document, and when he heard his words, he frowned slightly, "Are you drunk?"
"Drunk, how can it be possible, labor and capital can never get drunk." Yu Wenfan sneered, and the next second, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his casual tone was mixed with a trace of seriousness.
"Fu Juncheng, what method did you use to make Gu Qingning like you so much? Make her see you as the only one in her heart?"
Fu Juncheng raised his eyebrows, vaguely guessing why he was drunk to relieve his worries.
He hooked his lips, "Are you free to ask what to do, or who do you like?"
