She stretched out her hand, touched the remote control on the bedside, pressed it, and the entire space turned from dark to light...

The sudden brightness made her squint her eyes.

She looked at him with drunken eyes and said with a dry smile: "Why, are you going to marry someone else?"

Looking into his deep and intoxicating eyes, wanting to find out what was going on, a strong sense of uneasiness swam in my heart...

She is waiting for his answer...

"On the 30th of this month... Sun Xiaoran is pregnant... But even if you get married, nothing will change. You are still my lover. Wait for me for three years. After three years, I will leave her and give you a grand wedding...

..." He raised the corner of his lips helplessly, his eyes darkened, one hand continued to support the bed, and the other hand traced the ends of her eyes carefully.

"Then what have I become? The third party between you? My mother once committed suicide in despair because of the interference of a third party... Do you think I will be the kind of person I hate the most? Since you want to get married.

Well, then our relationship is over, and no one will restrain anyone from now on..." After that, she pushed him away decisively, adjusted her black silk nightgown, got out of bed, and turned to walk to the bathroom.

At this moment, her eyes instantly lost all their luster, and her heart felt as if it had been scratched by sharp cat claws...

Her wrists were tightly clamped by him. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her delicate profile.

The messy long hair was spread on both sides, blocking his sight so that he could not clearly see her expression at the moment.

She turned her face away, and her eyes felt sore.

Where his eyes couldn't reach, her eyes were red.

"Don't say it's just me getting married. Even if the sky falls, you are still mine... I said, you are my canary in a golden cage. As long as I don't let you go, you can't leave..." He

The hand holding her wrist became stronger.

But she was so numb that she couldn't feel the pain. She curled her lips, took a deep breath, and with tears in her eyes, she still didn't look at him and said: "You have your choice, I have my principles... You want me to be the one in marriage."

It is impossible for a third party to...go away!"

The hand holding her wrist suddenly loosened, and she took the opportunity to break free from his restraints, quickly walked into the bathroom, and locked the door.

In the bathroom, it was extremely quiet, with a bit of chill in the air.

She clutched her aching chest, stepped on the snow-white wool carpet, and walked heavily to the bathtub.

In a person's space, tears keep pouring out like broken beads...

What's wrong with her? Didn't he just tell her that she was getting married? Why did she react so badly...

Didn't she always want to leave...

Walking to the bathtub, she knelt down weakly, turned on the faucet, and poured warm water into the bathtub...

His body went limp little by little, and his whole body went from half-kneeling to paralyzed on the ground.

She kept pulling on the long and soft wool on the carpet under her body with one hand, covering her chest with one hand, and stared at the faucet with a loose and unfocused gaze.

As expected, men's words cannot be trusted.

One second I said I love you, the next second I told her 'I'm getting married'...

Ask her to wait for him for three years...

Want her to be the third party in this marriage...

She really can't do it.

She hates third parties so much, how can she be the third party in other people's marriages.

At this moment, she was like a rose that was about to wither, dim and dull.

The water in the bathtub overflowed, soaking the snow-white wool carpet and the dark nightgown on her body. The warm and sticky feeling brought her back to reality.

She stood up, sniffed, and told herself that it was no big deal.

I took off my wet clothes, turned off the faucet, and submerged myself into the warm water...

It wasn't until she was about to suffocate that she let her head surface. She leaned against the cool bathtub wall, placed her hands on the edge of the bathtub, and closed her eyes...

She took a bath for more than an hour. When she returned to the room again, the room was already filled with smoke.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Liang Bo, wearing only a bath towel around his waist, was standing in front of the window quietly smoking a cigarette, with the city's bustle in the background.

His back looked a little decadent and lonely.

The cold wind blew in through the half-open window, making his hair twitch slightly and causing cigarette ashes to fly between his fingers.

She glanced at him, said nothing, and walked directly into the cloakroom to pack her luggage.

When she packed her luggage and came out of the cloakroom, the smell of cigarette smoke in the room made her cough unconsciously.

He turned around, his charming and lonely eyes fixed on the white suitcase in her hand.

He took another puff of cigarette and threw the cigarette butt directly downstairs...

Their eyes met, and she raised one corner of her lips arrogantly again, looking at him: "Master Bo, since you are getting married, this will end between us. Let everything return to its original position..."

After saying that, she took a deep breath and turned around pretending to be calm...

She could feel the burning gaze behind her.

He strode forward, blocked her way, looked at her condescendingly, sighed, and said: "You really want to leave, didn't you say you gave me three years?"

The smell of tobacco and alcohol in her mouth poured into the top of her hair, and her voice was somewhat displeased.

She snorted coldly and looked at him: "I, Qiao Weiwei, will not be a third party. If you don't get married, I won't leave..."

"You have to get married, you have to get married..." He grabbed her wrist and put her palm on his strong chest. His tone was a bit domineering, but his attitude was as firm as ever.

She sneered and looked at him: "Ha... Sure enough, men are all the same. They eat from the bowl and look at the pot... They are about to get married and you have to tie me to your side. Why do you want me to be yours?"

Spare tire? What should I do? I, Qiao Weiwei, don’t want a spare tire." As she spoke, her eyes were filled with mist again.

"I said, wait for me for three years..." With the other hand, he gently lifted her chin, looked at her, and said.

"Sorry, I can't do it." She broke free from his restraints, picked up her suitcase and walked out.

His eyes gradually tightened, and his icy eyes became devoid of warmth and focus...

He strode forward again, blocked in front of the closed door, grabbed the suitcase in her hand, "Bang!" He threw it aside hard, and ordered: "You have to do it even if you can't do it!"

The suitcase collided with the wall and broke into two pieces in an instant, scattered on the ground...

"Get out of my way! Get out of my way!" Qiao Weiwei fought hard against his strong chest muscles, hitting him very hard, but he still stood there, standing tall and tall like a mountain.

He looked at her with a cold face, showing no intention of giving in.

"You are about to get married, why are you trapping me? Don't tell me nonsense like waiting for you for three years. Either don't get married now, or let me leave. I can't wait for you, let alone be the person in your marriage.

The third party!" Her movements became faster and harder, her voice became more and more shrill, and tears burst out again.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Finally, he clamped her wrists with both hands, looked at her, and said with a cold face.
Chapter completed!