Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 87 Blood Disaster 5
Han Qingluo glared at me: "Su Lala, don't put gold on your face, what's your point? Why should I kneel in front of you and beg you to marry me?"

I said, "I'm just making a metaphor."

Han Qingluo said angrily, "Is there anything I can't compare to Cheng Yiming?"

I am not polite at all: "Character! Your character is far worse than Cheng Yiming's. The difference is not one street, but several streets. Cheng Yiming is a gentleman and magnanimous, and you are a villain. The shoes don't match either."

Han Qingluo was half-dead from anger again, and stood up again with a "whoosh".

The young doctor heard all our conversation, he tried his best to hold back his laughter, and said to Han Qingluo: "It's not healed yet, there is still one injection, you can talk to her again."

Han Qingluo suppressed his anger, sat down again, and said: "Sulala, listen carefully, Cheng Yiming doesn't love you, he only loves my sister, you are just his pawn .”

I hummed: "So what if it's a chess piece? I'm happy to be his chess piece, so you want to care?"

Han Qingluo scolded: "Su Lala, you are a stubborn and stupid cow!"

I scolded back: "You are the cow—oh, no, the bull. You are brutal, rude, and have ulterior motives for me. You teach people to have connotations in life. In fact, people in the world are the most devoid of connotations. It's you!"

Han Qingluo said, "Hmph!"

I also said: "Huh!"

The doctor finally stitched me up, seven stitches in total.Wrapped in gauze, I dare not look in the mirror, probably swollen like a pig's head.I thought about it, and after thinking about it, I still couldn't help asking Han Qingluo: "Am I ugly now?"

Han Qingluo glanced at me: "It's ugly! No one is uglier than you."

I was dumbfounded: "It's really ugly."

Gritting her teeth, Han Qingluo said bitterly, "It's really ugly. Like a disfigured flower!"

I was overwhelmed and completely dumbfounded.God, I look like this, how can I go to work?How to meet people?Fortunately among the misfortunes, Cheng Yiming will not see me in such a mess, he went to Shanghai.

Cheng Yiming didn't see how embarrassed I was.

Ding Nuomin saw it.

And it was a coincidence that when Han Qingluo was taking me home, Ding Nuomin bumped into me downstairs, and she just came back from outside. "Sulala——" Ding Nuomin looked at me, then at Han Qingluo, and said in a strange way: "You and your ordinary friend, what kind of wonderful show will you perform again? There is a blood-stained demeanor coming."

I ignored her as if I couldn't hear her.

Ding Nuomin said again: "Tsk tsk tsk, if Brother Ming sees it, Su Lala, what do you think he will think? Will he think that this is a vulgar drama about heroes saving the beauty?"

Han Qingluo grinned: "Beauty, you have a cute little cherry mouth. If you don't want to be punched into a pig's mouth by me, I think you'd better keep your mouth shut."

Ding Nuomin stared: "How dare you?"

Han Qingluo glanced at her, and smiled on the surface: "What do you think? Do I dare? How about giving it a try?"

Ding Nuomin probably didn't dare to try it, so she stopped talking immediately.

Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Han Qingluo blinked at me before leaving, and in front of Ding Nuomin, deliberately said vaguely/ambiguously: "Baby, I'm going back, good night, I wish you a sweet dream! Baby, remember to dream of me in your dreams tonight!"

I hate it so much.

Staring at his back, I can't wait to see knives flying out of my eyes, and I can unload this guy who deserves thousands of dollars to scrape off the oil pan and plant it in the salt water tank, and then feed it to the dog, which will relieve my heart Big hate.

When I got home, I was so angry that I had nowhere to go. I couldn't help but lift my foot, gritted my teeth, and kicked a chair viciously, while swearing in an unladylike way: "Damn it!"

Before the voice fell, I screamed "Ouch".The chair was too heavy to move at all, and I kicked too hard, and sadly, my toenails were knocked over, and my toes felt a sharp pain.

I held my sore foot and grinned.

Ding Nuomin watched from the side: "Sulala—"

I glared at her sharply: "Why?"

Ding Nuomin said: "The man just now, is really just your ordinary friend?"

I glared at her again sharply: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

Ding Nuomin said: "Su Lala, I don't mean anything else, I just want to say—" She hesitated for a moment, and finally said again: "That man just now, it can be seen that he has a very close relationship with you. Uh , Su Lala, don't stare at me, I... I just want to say that he is actually pretty good, taller than Brother Ming, and better-looking than Brother Ming. Judging by his appearance, he is also a man with a successful career. Su Lala, brother Ming doesn't have you in his heart, he only loves Han Jing'er, are you willing to live a life of a nominal couple with him? If I were you, I would leave brother Ming and be with that man just now."

Ding Nuomin's words were like cooking oil on the fire.

My bad mood was even worse at this time. I couldn't lose my composure or look disgusting for this bad mood. At that moment, I squinted at Ding Nuomin and sneered: "Ding Nuomin, you are so obvious. Sow dissension, drive me away from Cheng Yiming, will you be able to reap the benefits of fishing for you?"

Ding Nuomin's face turned red immediately.

Because I mercilessly penetrated her mind.

In fact, Ding Nuomin and I, even if we don't bother to be fellow sufferers, we are not the same. We are also caught in the cup of love, obsessed with a man who doesn't love us.

What is love?
Others say: love is like poop, because it can’t be stopped when it comes; love is like poop, because once the water is flushed, it can never come back; It's like poo, because sometimes it takes a long time to try and it's just shit!

Ding Nuomin and I have worked hard on love for a long time, but we just farted.

In the early morning of the next day, I was slightly injured and could not get out of the line of fire. With a layer of white cloth on my forehead, like a tragic hero, I drove my Porsche Cayman, and used "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man is gone." Never return" spirit, very brave to go to work in the magazine.

As a matter of course, they received the collective attention ceremony.

In the office, I looked embarrassed, facing everyone's blatantly probing and curious eyes, I explained expectantly: "Well, when I went to the bathroom last night... well, the floor was slippery, and I accidentally fell down. , being hit by something... well, that's how it hurts."

The expressions on everyone's faces were doubtful.

"Lala——" Zhuang Honghong represented everyone's aspirations, and asked very seriously: "Are you sure, you really got hurt when you accidentally fell while going to the bathroom?"

"Well." I said.

"Are you sure?" Zhuang Honghong risked being beaten by me, and once again represented everyone's aspirations, drawing a rooster and drawing his intestines and asked: "Didn't your husband beat you?"

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(End of this chapter)