Chapter 1217 Newly Married

How can you easily say those words that you will never come back?

Leng Yunchen saw his sister's red eyes, and he felt a little soft-hearted. He reached out and pressed her head into his chest, patted her shoulders gently, and said slowly, "You silly girl, you are the one who pissed me off."

After that, he touched the soft and fluffy student's short hair again, and whispered, "When I called just now, I sent a message to Xiao Ye and asked her to check your body. I touched your forehead just now and it didn't feel hot at all. What's wrong? Where are you uncomfortable? And you're taking medicine, what medicine are you taking?"

Leng Xiaomo put his hands on his hard chest, and his eyes became redder for no reason.

Forget it...

Or forgive him.

In just five minutes, it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Leng Xiaomo obediently waited for the people sent by his brother to take her back. On the way back, not long after, he saw a plane taking off in the sky, flying off the ground and into the sky.

Brother, since we can't be together.

Then I will give you all the good luck in my life, and wish you peace.

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This night is a sleepless night for many people.

Tonight is the wedding night of Bo Jing and Qiao Xier.

Qiao Xier can be said to be not in a particularly good state from morning to night. In the morning, it was because she didn't want to marry him and didn't want to get married.

At night, it was because she was surrounded by the sudden truth and it was difficult to believe this truth for a while.

The person he loved was originally her. Taking care of her sister was also to let her compete with peace of mind.

Even getting married was because of her.

Qiao Xier returned to the bedroom of their so-called "new house" and lay there for a long time with the lights turned off. Bo Jing hadn't come back yet to send off relatives and friends. He had asked her to go upstairs to rest. She was also tired and didn't want to move in bed.

The bedroom is large, with a medieval style. The only fresh thing is the white curtain.

The window is half open, and the gauze curtains sway gently in the wind, moving the soft light of the night.

Rose petals are scattered on the huge bed. Without thinking about it, they are all done by his friends and sister.

The bedroom was filled with a faint fragrance.

She looked over in the dark night without noticing the smell. There was a lavender incense at the head of the bed. It was... aphrodisiac.

Her breathing became disordered, and she became uneasy and uneasy.

She knew that he drank a lot of wine at night, and she also knew... the person he wanted to marry might have been her.

So... at night, the so-called wedding night... what would happen?

Of course.

Just when she was feeling uneasy and nervous, footsteps came from the stairs. It sounded a little frivolous, not as steady as usual.

Was it because he drank too much wine?

Cars had already left outside the castle.

It was him, coming up.

With a "click", the door opened.

A shadow slowly opened the door and came in.

He was wearing a black, straight suit, well-made, from a famous Italian designer, but after the evening banquet, his tie had long been loose, messy, and his white shirt had two buttons loose.

A smell of alcohol filled the air.

Qiao Xier was lying on the side of the bed, still wearing her wedding dress. If she hadn't pretended to be asleep, she would have been at a loss.

Her whole body was inexplicably hot.

Footsteps came slowly.

Although Bo Jing had drunk a lot of alcohol and his steps were a little shaky, he could still recognize her and everything.

He took off his suit jacket and walked towards the bed step by step.

Qiao Xier was lying on the bed tense, trying to make herself stand up more naturally.

The strong smell of alcohol became heavier, and the bed beside her collapsed all of a sudden. She was lying on this side, and she couldn't help but tilt her whole body a little.

The next second, her long hair was passed through by someone's long fingers, and his whole face was buried in her neck. In the night, a hoarse voice murmured, "Xier...Xier..."

Whether the love is deep or not is all in the words.

At this time at night, he seemed to be completely different from the deep and elegant man in the daytime.

In the drunken night, beside the girl he liked, when she was sleeping, at that unknown moment, he seemed to relax everything, like the boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, with soft spots, dependence, and coquettishness.

He murmured her name, one by one, with deep affection.

Qiao Xier lay flat on the bed, and in the night, she slightly opened her eyes.

There was a trace of moisture in the corner of her eyes.

If she had listened to them before and learned that he liked her, she would have found it hard to believe it in her heart, but now, he could still recite her name over and over again in this situation, making her have to really believe that he really loved her.

Then why didn't he tell her.

Or maybe, for some reason, he didn't say it out loud.

Bo Jing buried his head in her neck and murmured her name, but soon, his breath couldn't help but become heavier, his lips rubbed her neck, and the hand on her waist also increased its strength.

She couldn't help but call him.

When he left her lips, his rich and clear alcoholic scent filled her, along with the words: "Didn't I say you can't call me brother-in-law anymore?"

She was shocked and didn't move.

He did say that.

But, but, if she didn't call him brother-in-law, what should she call him? Could she call him...husband?

She even stopped breathing.

Her panicked eyes met his eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. He was obviously drunk, but he said such sober and threatening words, but these eyes were hard to see through, and misty.

Was he drunk or not?

His eyes passed by her body, which was tightly grasping her chest.

"We are already married."

"I am your man."

After saying these two sentences briefly, he held her hands that were against her wedding dress and lifted them to the top of her head by her wrists.

She was hot all over, but she was not used to it. She twisted her body violently, struggling, and said no.

Whether he really liked her or not, she didn't want to give it to him in a hurry.

She was not ready yet, and the two of them hadn't said anything...

It was unclear, everything was hazy.

Until he touched her lips and tasted the salty taste.

He froze.

His tall and slender body pressed on her motionlessly, listening to her sobs, like a pitiful little beast in the dark night.

He suddenly let go of her hand, got up from her, sat on the bed, and rubbed his temples that were sore and swollen after drinking too much.

Is he conscious?

Too sober.

He drank so much alcohol just to be bad once, to occupy her completely, and to make everything a reality on the wedding night.

When she struggled, he didn't give up.

When she said no, he didn't give up.

Now that she was crying, he just felt that he was a fucking bastard.

She had said she didn't like him.

It was his selfish desire to quickly make it a done deal so that he could control her by his side.

"I'm sorry."

His voice came in the dark night.

It sounded very calm, and seemed a little annoyed.

Qiao Xier cried until her eyes were red. She looked at his back and said something deliberately, "Don't you like my sister? Marry me for her, why do you do this to me at night?"

He turned his back to her and raised his head slightly. He simply pulled out his tie and threw it aside. He said without emotion, "You are my wife now."

"Is it not okay to do this to my wife?"

"Don't you know that this is a legal thing between husband and wife?"

He spoke one sentence at a time in the night.

In response to his words, Qiao Xier looked at his back with a complicated look and responded, "You really slept with me, don't you feel guilty about your sister?"

Bo Jing turned his back to her, closed his slender eyes, and breathed a little heavier.

Damn, he almost had enough.

"No."

He responded coldly.

He only felt guilty about himself and her for forcing her to marry him.

He only took care of her sister for her. What did he do wrong from beginning to end?

Her sister falling in love with him was not the result he wanted to see.

"Why, you slept with her sister, how can you not feel guilty?" She continued to be aggressive, looking at him with red eyes, as if forcing him to say something she wanted to hear.

Say it from his mouth personally.

"Is that enough? Qiao Xier, have you said enough!?" He said in a low voice.

After drinking, Bo Jing suddenly stood up and walked to the bathroom, but after just a few steps, he didn't know what he thought of and walked back.

The next second, one hand supported the edge of her bed, and the other hand pinched her jaw, and his voice was slightly angry, "I feel guilty to anyone, but not to her. It's because you are busy with the competition and Wuxia's clone that I help you take care of her! It's because you are elusive and I can't find you, so I go there to wait for you! It's because you avoid me, so I take the initiative to find you!!"

After Bo Jing finished speaking, his eyes were deep and sinister, "I have been looking for you for so many years. You can't see it, but what you can see, ask your heart, do you understand it!!!"

Qiao Xier lay on the bed, half a month, her eyes just looking at him, getting more and more moist.

Her voice was a little hoarse, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, why... didn't you tell me directly?"

Why did he let her misunderstand their relationship.

Bo Jing looked down at her from a high position, his face had no other emotions except anger.

Until the end, he seemed to compromise.

He said helplessly:

"You don't like me, I have no other way."