President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 164 The Long Road: Wordless Pain
Su Yaoyang changed his posture and stuck himself on the sofa, looking at this woman.

Although the photo Su Yaohui gave him was locked in a drawer, his memory was not locked. He would never forget the woman's natural expression.

Although she in the photo is not lustful, she is so fresh and beautiful, without the slightest bit of shyness. Is this her true nature?
The sound of her breathing could be heard in the quiet room, Su Yaoyang tilted his head to look at her who was looking down, but the flame in his heart was rising little by little.

Didn't she say she loved him?

If you love him, how can you be with Su Yaohui?
During this period of time, he looked for her everywhere, but she was so good that she couldn't die in Su Yaohui's arms.

As soon as she came out, she still looked like a teacher asking for a crime, why can she have sex with Su Yaohui, but he can't dance with Bai Xinzhe?

That sour feeling was brewing and fermenting in his stomach cavity, he resisted the urge to strangle her, and sat there quietly, he really wanted to hear what else that woman could say!

Chang Yihuan thought that after finally regaining his freedom, Su Yaoyang should be happy when he saw her, but he was so indifferent from the beginning to the end, with such sharp eyes, she couldn't get close to him.

The happiness and joy in her heart were extinguished at once, and she was not even sure to ask him.

"Is there something you want to tell me? Why don't you talk?"

His tone was a little irritated, but when she heard it, he didn't want to see her at all.

In the phone call with Gu Manluo just now, she remembered the "Metoo..." clearly.

Do I need to ask again?

Maybe there is no need to ask that question anymore, it's just to embarrass myself more.

The person he loves has always... been Gu Manluo...

Chang Yihuan stood up and pinched the fingers of her right hand with her left hand. The pain was so numb that she had the courage to look at Su Yaoyang, "Well, there was just now, but... now it's gone..."

Su Yaoyang just looked at her with an inquiring look that she couldn't understand.

"I...I think, I should go back..." She gritted her teeth to keep her tears from falling.

"Going back in such a hurry...is it because your lover is waiting for you?" Su Yaoyang stood up suddenly, his tall figure covering a large area of ​​light.

Chang Yihuan fell into darkness.

His breath is all over her body, that special Bulgari men's rose perfume, which penetrates into her nostrils like the wind.

She even has some nostalgia.

There was an undercurrent between each other, Su Yaoyang lowered his head coldly, and sniffed her lips.Her flaky breath smelled fresh, Su Yaoyang suddenly picked her up, walked back along the escalator, and threw her on the bed.

He took her hand, bit her fingertips, and pulled off the straps of her suspender dress. Without any explanation, he reached in and burned her skin.

His head was also gradually buried, Chang Yihuan's hands were wrapped around his short hair, he wanted to stop him, but he had no strength, and let him walk away, suddenly she felt a pain in her chest, and he dropped a piece on her fair skin Deep tooth marks.

Branding the imprint, grinding the teeth together.

Chang Yihuan wanted to push him in pain, so he put his chin on her chest, raised his face, and held her face at the same time, asking her to look back: "You smell like Su Yaohui!"

Chang Yihuan's face turned pale, "He sent me to find you just now, maybe it got on by accident..."

Su Yaoyang seemed to be, and sneered.

She was startled when she saw it.

At the moment when his whole body was tense, he pulled his legs apart and entered.

The moment she was entered, she was suffocated, and he didn't give her a chance to slow down, so he pressed her shoulders and moved, once and for all.

There was a ball of fire in his eyes, angry and burning, and he just stared into her eyes like this.

Chang Yihuan's body was sunk by the sudden attack, and he began to tremble uncontrollably. At this moment, he bent down, resting his forehead on his forehead, his face was cold: "Why did he send you to find me? He Is it your man? Or are you his woman?"

She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him in surprise.

"I..." Just as Chang Yihuan said a word, his mouth was covered.

Together with her snort, she moaned and almost suffocated under his control.

He didn't want to listen to her sophistry, so he twitched and withdrew cruelly, ramming back and forth, becoming more and more ruthless, his knuckles turned white with force, and he branded clear fingerprints on her cheek.

This was not enough, he rubbed her ears, chin, and collarbone, leaving indelible evidence everywhere.

His sweat slid down the contours of his face and dripped onto her chest. The coolness penetrated into the heart, taking away her body temperature bit by bit.

She made a "woo" sound under his palm, like a dying beast, no match for his strength, she looked into his eyes with accusations and tears and unbelievable light.

Su Yaoyang made it to the end with a muffled voice, let go of her hand covering her mouth, lay on one side of her body on the other side of the bed, covered her eyes with her arms, and remained silent.

Chang Yihuan gritted his teeth, his mind was completely hollowed out.

"The reason why he sent me to you is because he wanted to know if you still love me or not?"

"If you still love me, he will let go..."

"If you don't love me, I'll marry him..."

A heart that has been broken into pieces can never be put together again.

The only thing left is that bit of self-esteem, right?
Su Yaoyang listened to her and heard that she had nothing to say. After a long silence, he sat up and only gave her a few words: "Have you finished?"

If his tone wasn't so impatient, Chang Yihuan wouldn't be so scared.

Chang Yihuan grabbed him, not knowing what to say or what to do, but he held on tightly and refused to let go.

Su Yaoyang pushed her hand away and got up, got himself ready, looked back and saw that she was gritting her teeth, her eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears shining, she stopped her feet: "Don't waste it."

"Who you marry has nothing to do with me."

"The relationship between us is limited to having a daughter between us, you are the mother of the daughter, that's all!"

Tears or something, the most hypocritical.

Chang Yihuan's tears flowed all night.

In his opinion, it is the most useless performance.

At dawn, he got up and dressed, tidied himself up, and looked at the broken Chang Yihuan.

Su Yaoyang picked up the dropped suspender skirt and threw it back on the bed: "Come out after tidying up, don't let everyone see that something is wrong."

Su Yaoyang walked out of the bedroom, called the room service, and ordered breakfast. He woke up early in the morning, but Chang Yihuan never came out. Only Su Yaoyang and his daughter were on the dining table.

It was Su Yaoyang himself who made Tongtong see that something was wrong. Seeing him smashing the fried egg with a fork, Tongtong put down the sago spoon and blinked his big eyes: "Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

Su Yaoyang suddenly came back to his senses, and patted the child's head to comfort him: "It's okay."

Seeing the child's concerned expression, Su Yaoyang squeezed his brows tightly.

He had a cold face, ten people saw it, and ten people would be afraid. Su Yaoyang didn't want the child to feel strange, so he avoided the child's gaze, got up and said, "I'll wake your mommy up for breakfast."

(End of this chapter)