Only then did Song Yijing realize that being alone was so painful that even crying was a luxury.
She didn't know how she walked in front of Lily, and how she squatted down her legs.
What catches the eye is a pair of new shiny high heels, which can be seen from whose handwriting.
In the past, Fu Chunxi bought many exquisite luxury goods for her. He said that it was a great honor in his life to be able to spend money for her.
But the reality is always so ironic and cruel, Song Yijing stopped the sourness in her heart, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and didn't even bother to pull out a tissue.
She directly covered the vamp with her hands. The vamp was very smooth, but her heart felt like a knife.
The woman didn't cooperate and deliberately swayed there, berating her for not being able to do things.
Suddenly a tingling pain hit her palm, Song Yijing flinched and withdrew her hand, the bright red bloomed like a rose.
The woman kept complaining: "Young Master Fu, you can see that she did it on purpose and stained my socks!"
Fu Chunxi immediately grabbed Lily and stood up, disdainful to look at her who was still squatting on the ground, and cursed softly: "It's a disappointment, let's go upstairs to eat!"
"Young Master Fu, you are still thoughtful!"
The ambiguous jokes between men and women continued, and Song Yijing stared blankly at the blood dripping.
Until a man's sharp voice sounded next to his ears: "Speed ??up, prepare a new one and send it upstairs!"
She slowly got up from the ground, barely leaning on the edge of the table and looking up at the pair of figures that disappeared around the corner.
The tears that had already flooded in the chest cavity could not be restrained from venting, blurring his vision.
Falling on the palm, it smudged a more bewitching red.
Witnessing the intimacy between his words and demeanor with other women, she was about to collapse.
If she was smashed into a more unbearable scene, she is not sure if she can still bear it?
Soon her hesitation was dispelled by the man's pressing step by step.
Sister Wang answered the phone, and said hesitantly: "Madam, sir asked you to deliver it yourself!"
Song Yijing wiped away her tears, picked up the dinner plate and walked up the stairs as if nothing had happened.
Every time she took a step on the familiar steps, it was like stepping on her heart.
Song Yijing felt as if she had been electrocuted as soon as she walked to the corridor.
Unexpectedly, the unbearable laughter came from the wedding room of the two of them.
Her hand holding the dinner plate was trembling, and he didn't even step in on the wedding night, and now he actually allowed an unknown woman to sleep on their marriage bed.
A humiliating anger rushed straight to the top of his head.
?It made her lose her mind, and she was so preoccupied with going over to discuss the matter, that she kicked the door open. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com