Chapter 351: Panic, don't mess up

Seeing Long Sihao's attitude suddenly softened, Li Xiaoman was a little surprised. His eyes stared at him, and he met with a trace of self-blame and distress.
Her heart trembled, so he reminded her of the gentle and considerate Long Sihao five years ago.
But in an instant, she remembered Long Sihao's indifferent and ruthless look after she lost her daughter five years ago. Her ears seemed to echo the indifferent and relentless words he had said.
"Li Xiaoman, is it important for me to have loved you? Since you want to know, I will tell you the truth. I have never loved you. I have been playing with you all the time, I just treat you as a child for me Tool, you killed my daughter, I will not forgive you, never will."
He decided five years ago that he would never forgive her. She gave up her dignity and cried and begged him not to leave her, but he left her heartlessly.
Now he came back to haunt her again, did he think that she was the one who swayed what he said?
Love her?
Haha... Why should I leave her if I love her? What did he mean by saying things that hurt her five years ago?
Her squinted water eyes gazed at him indifferently, her lips closed coldly, "Long Sihao, you will say that you love me, and you will not love me, and disappeared in my life for five years and then came Say love me, do you think I will believe you? Do you think I still understand ignorance as I did five years ago?"
Her eyes were filled with tears of grief, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the snow-white sheets.
And her heart hurt like a knife.
Long Sihao saw her crying, he was very distressed, and he was very sorry, and he wished to strangle himself.
The worst thing he has done in his life is to say things that hurt her.
Although she was forced to leave her, it was the last thing he regretted in his life.
After he hurts her, he wants to win back her heart, is there a chance?
He reached out and gently wiped the tears in her eyes for her, and looked at her with a guilty sorrow. "How can you forgive me?"
Hearing his words, Li Xiaoman was stunned and raised his eyes to his eyes full of guilt and distress.
After a few seconds, she looked back, then pushed him away and sat up, her tone indifferent. "I didn't forgive you for nothing."
When the words were down, she was ready to get out of bed. When Long Sihao saw her, she caught her slender wrists and stared at her tightly with narrow eyes. "Want to see Han Jinxi again?"
At the scene of the jewelry dinner, Han Jinxi dragged her into his arms, always lingering in his mind.
Especially when she and her daughter, and Han Jinxi, the three of them sat together like a family, the harmonious and warm scene made him heartbroken and angry.
At the thought of this, there was a violent anger burning in his chest. His powerful big palm clasped her wrists for a few minutes. The deep eyes swelled up, staring at her with sharp eyes like a sword, "The daughter is Han Jinxi's right?"
Hearing again that he suspected that Yanyan was Han Jinxi’s daughter, Li Xiaoman also stirred a anger in her heart. She squinted at him with anger,
Yes, congratulations, you guessed it, it’s Han Jinxi’s ."
Hearing her answer, Long Sihao let go of her hand, and her narrow red eyes gradually stared at her, and the deep pain was hidden in his deep eyes, "Are you really together?"
Li Xiaoman turned his head and did not want to answer this question.
Seeing her not returning, Long Sihao's eyes dimmed, and her big hand clasped her jaw, forcing her to turn her head to face him.
He narrowly narrowed his eyes with a dangerous breath, staring at her with a deep gaze, "answer me."
Seeing his abnormal look, his eyes were red, Li Xiaoman slightly lowered his eyes and raised the corner of his lips, "Long Sihao, since we have no relationship five years ago, it is normal for men and women to marry. It’s normal for anyone to have a daughter."
"So you were with Han Jinxi less than a year after we were separated." Long Sihao stared at her with scary eyes, and his big palm clenched into a fist, making a gurgle 'S voice declared his anger and heartache.
At this moment, his heart, painful cramps, penetrated into his bone marrow every time it hurt.
He couldn't accept that she and other men had a common blood line. He thought of the scene of her and other men's intimacy in bed, and he was heartbroken and resentful.
Suddenly, he overwhelmed her on the bed
, grasping her wrists with both hands, not letting her resist, and the red crimson eyes exuding anger stared at her, "How many times have you been with Han Jinxi?"
Hearing his words, Li Xiaoman stared at him blankly, his eyes flashing unbelievably, "What are you talking about?"
Long Sihao looked cold and shouted: "How many times have you been intimate?"
He asked her like this?
He was insulting her.
There was a layer of water mist at the bottom of the eyes, Li Xiaoman bit his lower lip tightly, trying not to let sad tears flow out, and the pain deep in the heart spread to the whole body.
What Long Sihao feared most was her silence. He stared at her, "answer my words."
Facing his scary, long and narrow eyes, Li Xiaoman just bent his lower lip and spit out a word, "I don't know how many times."
"say it again."
"I do not know."
"Someone say it again."
"I don't know... Um..."
Long Sihao leaned down suddenly, grabbing her tempting lips fiercely, biting wildly, making her frown with pain.
She twisted her body and tried to struggle, but he was as steady as Taishan. She was pressed by him and could not move at all.
His tongue was almost sucked off by him.
He seemed to suffocate her, not giving her a little breath.
Her suffocation was uncomfortable, and her mouth made a broken whine, but he refused to leave her lips halfway.
Just when she thought sadly that she had been suffocated by Long Sihao's kiss, he suddenly left her lips and straightened up.
Seeing him straighten up, Li Xiaoman thought he had let her go, but did not expect him to take off his clothes for convenience.
When he pulled his shirt domineeringly, the diamond buttons on it all collapsed, revealing his strong and chest.
Upon seeing this, Li Xiaoman's eyes widened, a clear panic flashed across the clear eyes, "Dragon...Long Sihao, don't mess up."
Long Sihao leaned down again, his tight crimson narrow eyes fixed on her panic, and her slender and long arms were supported on both sides of her. He said in a deep voice, "I'm not chaotic, how can I turn you into mine again?" woman?"
When the words fell, he reached out to take off her dress.
Li Xiaoman immediately stopped him. She glanced at his eyes with a cold, "Long Sihao, don't force me to say more unpleasant words. Your behavior is strong x."
Long Sihao coldly raised his lips, gazing at her sharply, "I don't mind you going to sue me after our intimacy is over."
He hugged her hands with one hand and lifted her dress up with the other, exposing her flat belly.
And his sharp eyes also fell on her belly.
Because Li Xiaoman insisted on the caesarean section when she gave birth to Xiao Yanyan, there will naturally be traces of her operation on her lower abdomen.
A trace that is not very clear cannot be seen if you do not pay attention to it.
But at this moment Long Sihao was staring at her lower abdomen momentarily, and naturally saw it.
The unclear scalpel marks proved that she had had a baby.
Li Xiaoman saw that Long Sihao had been staring at her lower abdomen with a gloomy look. She tried to twist her wrist and tried to break free of his restraint.
Long Sihao returned to God because of her struggle. A pair of long, narrow red eyes stared at her tightly. The sorrow in her heart swallowed him like a surging tide.
His words were sad, with a bleak smile, "Xiao Xiao, have you really loved me?"
If she really loves him, why can she have children with other men within a year of being separated from him?
As soon as he thought of this, he was in agony and wished to destroy everything in the world.
Suddenly, he got up and got out of bed and strode into the bathroom.
Li Xiaoman was because of the sentence he just asked, tears finally failed to hold back, and kept falling.
Long Sihao, if I don't love you, how can I be hurt by your hurt.
She reached out and wiped away her tears, and then got up and got out of bed, holding the bag and preparing to leave.
As soon as she reached the door, she heard a loud noise in the bathroom, like the sound of shattered glass, followed by a loud "bang".
She shuddered and looked back toward the bathroom, her eyebrows deepening.
Just when she was thinking about going into the bathroom or not, the phone in her bag just rang.
The phone rang suddenly, and she was startled. Then she took out her phone and saw that it was Xiao Yanyan, and she immediately answered it.
"Mommy, where have you been? Both Daddy and I are looking for you."
There was still a voice in the bathroom. Li Xiaoman glanced at the direction of the bathroom and hesitated before saying: "I have something to do. I'll go find you later. I will hang up first."
After hanging up the phone, putting the phone back in the bag, and putting it on the bedside, she walked to the bathroom door, frowned, then pushed the door in, but saw the whole bathroom in disarray, as if she had just been dropped into a bomb.
The washstand was broken, and the bathtub was broken, with blood on it.
The ground was full of broken glass, and Long Sihao's blood-stained fist hit the broken glass one by one.
His blood had stained the glass red.
Upon seeing this, Li Xiaoman's eyes widened in shock, his eyes overflowing with distress and worry.
At this moment, she couldn't care about the others anymore and immediately rushed forward. Slender hands grabbed Long Sihao's hand smashing the broken glass. The water eyes looked at him tightly, "Long Sihao, are you crazy? Alright?"
As the words fell, her eyes fell on his scarred fist, which was stained with blood, and the tears in the bottom of the eye immediately poured out, crying and roaring: "Don't you care, Long Sihao? Does it hurt?"
Long Sihao's red eyes narrowed her tearful eyes, her thin lips tightening, "Why don't you leave? What else do you come in for?"
Speaking of which, his blood-stained slender fingers wiped tears from the corners of his eyes, "Why should we cry? Sympathy or pity me?"
Suoer, his eyes were stern, and he growled: "Go out--!"
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