Chapter 1202 His Wedding (3)

"I am the one who should be sorry. I don't want to agree to your conditions... because... I want to live for myself once... I am really tired... Just treat me as a bad person who doesn't keep his word... Don't be so selfish, please."

After saying that, Qiao Xier pulled back her hand with all her strength. Even though he held it tightly, she still pulled it out little by little and turned away.

That scene was like time being stretched and slowed down little by little. Her fingertips brushed against his and finally left, getting farther and farther away.

Until she didn't even have time to put on her helmet, and rode her Harley bike neatly, and the bike left like the wind.

When he looked up at her again, there was only a pile of scattered sand and her increasingly faint figure.

Don't be so selfish... please...

Don't be so selfish... please...

This sentence circled in his mind, making his heart seem to stop beating, turning into a sharp knife, slicing his heart again and again, and the pain made him unconscious all over.

In the end, he was cruel.

Or was she cruel.

Bo Jing just stood there, his slender body like a straight pine tree, but it was empty, lonely and desolate.

His eyes were red.

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The people in a car in the distance were completely dumbfounded.

No more sound.

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The bathroom was filled with mist, and the shower washed over a beautiful body squatting on the ground hugging her knees. There were faint sobbing sounds coming from her. From the initial suppression, to the increasingly uncontrollable crying, until the heartbreaking howling at the end.

"Why do you treat me like that, why... treat me like that... I hate you... I hate you..."

"Asshole! You asshole...!"

Accompanied by a loud cry, something hit the mirror and broke into pieces.

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When Qiao Xier walked out of the bathroom, except for her slightly swollen and red eyes, she could no longer see any emotions.

She wrapped herself in a bath towel and picked up her mobile phone, which had countless messages and missed calls.

Most of them were messages and phone calls from teammates. She rarely lost games, so most of them were encouraging. She glanced over them without replying. There were more than ten messages, and the basic content was the same, but she still quickly glanced through everyone's messages, as if to see if she had missed anyone's message.

However.

No.

There was no phone call.

She didn't know what to feel for a while.

She sat on the floor leaning against the sofa, letting her hair still wet, and took a box of cigarettes from the coffee table, took out a cigarette, picked up the lighter, and with a click, leaned in, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a hazy smoke ring. Her appearance became shadowy.

Until it seemed that she smoked too quickly, seemed to be choked, and coughed violently.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

She was still coughing violently, and didn't look at the display, and answered the phone directly, "Ahem... Hello...!"

The other party seemed to be silent for a while.

Just when she seemed to sense something and subconsciously wanted to check the caller ID, a low, emotionless male voice came from the phone.

I don't know what he said. When Qiao Xier heard the phone call again, her eyes gradually widened, her whole hand was shaking, and the phone slipped and fell to the ground.

The cigarette butt burned herself, but she seemed to not care about anything. Suddenly, tears fell. She stood up and quickly put on a set of clothes and ran out. She got into a taxi and cried anxiously, "Master, hospital, hospital..."

[Oh, I soon understood what happened between them]