484: C484 They Parted Ways

C484 They Parted Ways

Qiao Yi's heart was bleeding.

How could he compensate her? How could he fix the broken heart of Ji?

She gritted her teeth, not letting herself cry out loud.

She poured another cup of wine and said smilingly, "Drink it. Perhaps you will forget everything once you get drunk!"

Only at this moment did Hsu Wenchang feel Qiao Yi's pain.

Perhaps when people were in extreme pain, they would no longer have tears. Instead, they would smile very brightly. Qiao Yi was like this now. Her smile was very beautiful and amorous, making people unable to stop themselves from laughing.

However, Hsu Wenchang did not dare to touch her again. It was as if the slightest touch was blasphemy to her.

He whimpered and cried. It was too late for regrets.

He slapped himself in the face. "I'm just a bastard. I've inflated myself. I thought that I was very impressive. I thought that I could easily settle my family and the outside world. I thought I could do whatever I wanted. Because I'm also a person who earns a million a year... Yi, I have let you down. I should not be unable to resist the temptation. It is all my fault that I should not have hurt you. But I really never loved her. I really always loved you. Yi, believe me... "

He crawled beside Qiao Yi's feet like a dog, and his appearance made Qiao Yi feel even more pain.

This was not the man she had always loved. The man she loved was a real man. He always stood by her side, shielding her from the wind and rain, supporting the sky for him, not this dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy...

Qiao Yi drank a cup of wine.

Her alcohol tolerance was actually not very good, but after drinking so much, her mind was still very clear.

In her mind, what was recorded in those documents appeared. Every time Hsu Wenchang and that woman went out on a date, it was always romantic and warm. It was something Qiao Yi had never experienced before. If Hsu Wenchang did not love Sun Siyue, he would not even believe a ghost, right?

If he did not love her, why would he spend so much effort?

And when he said he loved her, what did he do for her?

It was as if he hadn't received any gifts from him ever since they got married. At most, he would send a red packet during the holidays.

And that cold number was not as good as the sweet potato he bought from the roadside!

If the house was a car, she would still be stepping on the accelerator with all her might, but Hsu Wenchang had already broken down.

They were destined to not be able to continue walking!

She patted Hsu Wenchang's face and said, "Get up like a man, drink! I said, I won't stop until I'm drunk tonight! "

"Okay, Yi, I will accompany you!"

Hsu Wenchang took out another two bottles of good wine that he treasured and drank it with Qiao Yi.

As he drank, he cried, cried, and scolded himself.

Qiao Yi, however, did not speak. She felt that she had nothing to say to him.

The two of them drank just like that. Hsu Wenchang was soon drunk.

He fell on the floor. Before he fell asleep, he was still confessing. "Yi, forgive me. I will perform well. I will be a good husband. Give me another chance..."

Qiao Yi held back her tears and rushed down.

She sat there with tears streaming down her face. Her chest was wet from the tears.

She reached out and touched Hsu Wenchang's face. The pain could not be treated as, "Why are you like this, why..."

She lowered her head, kissed his lips, and kissed him for the last time.0

"Although you betrayed me, I still thank you for giving me a beautiful love. I don't regret my youth. From now on, we will split up and become bodyguards! "

She got up and went back to her bedroom. She changed her clothes and packed her things and Hsu Qiaoqiao's things into two large luggage bags.

She took one last look and found that this room, which she had not lived in for long, was personally arranged by her. Tears fell like rain again.

Then, she still turned around and walked into the dark night.

That night, the person who slept in this neighborhood heard a woman's shrill cry from somewhere!

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