You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 42 Are You a Good Person?

She had no doubt that if she dared to continue resisting, he would be so angry that he would strangle her to death.

She raised her eyes and looked at the mirror. Her hair in the mirror was sticking to her cheeks, dripping with water. Her face was as pale as paper and she looked very disheveled.

His handsome face was cold and expressionless: "How dare you drink with a man like He Jiashan, and get drunk! I warned you long ago that He Jiashan is not a good person!"

Shen Youran chuckled twice, her smile was pale and miserable. She tilted her head slightly, removed her jaw that was clamped by him, and looked at him with gray eyes.

"Just because he likes to play with women, he is not a good person. What about you?"

She raised her hand to wipe the water droplets on her face and staggered against the wall. A large area of ​​her upper body clothes was soaked by the water droplets dripping from her hair. The clothes stuck to her body, and the black bra she was wearing underneath could be vaguely seen.

She closed her eyes, as if she was recalling something in pain. After a moment, she opened her eyes and her aggressive tone was full of sharpness.

"He played with other people's feelings, abandoned his girlfriend, and married her sister. Isn't this a jerk? Is he a good person?"

Her words were like a hammer hitting his heart, causing even his internal organs to ache.

He pursed his pale lips for a long time, then said, "Take a shower first, I'll make you a bowl of hangover soup."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Shen Youran slowly slid down the wall and sat paralyzed on the ground, hugging himself with his arms and burying his head between his knees.

In the quiet bathroom, there seemed to be a faint sound of sobbing.

living room.

Gu Jinchen took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients for sobering soup and went into the kitchen.

He often comes to this villa, so all the pots, pans, and utensils are available, and the hourly worker cleans them every day.

He would often get drunk for social events, so he was very skilled at making hangover soup, which only took him less than ten minutes to make. He carried the hangover soup up to the second floor and opened the bedroom door, but there was no sign of Shen Youran in the room.

He placed the hangover soup on the table and listened attentively to the bathroom, but there was no sound of running water.

He entered the bathroom and saw the thin person curled up on the ground with her head buried between her knees. He could not see her expression and her hair was wet and stuck to her head.

He frowned: "Why didn't you take a shower?"

The person on the ground remained in the same position, motionless, and did not answer.

He called softly, "Youyou?"

Shen Youran still didn't say anything. He walked forward and squatted in front of her. When he heard her soft and even breathing, he realized that she was asleep.

He sighed helplessly, carried her out of the bathroom, put her on the bed, took a towel to dry her hair, and took out a set of pajamas from the closet, tore off the label and gave her clothes to change into.

He lay down beside her, leaning against the head of the bed, staring at her sleeping face.

She was quiet and gentle as she slept, her fair little face as white as fine porcelain.

He raised his hand and touched her face, gently caressing her cheek, his eyes gentle and soft.

At this moment, his cell phone rang. He took it out and saw the words "Shuna" on the dim screen.

As soon as the call was connected, Shen Shuna asked, "Are you coming back tonight?"

He got up quietly, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door gently: "I'm not going back, you should go to bed early."

(End of this chapter)