All Out Of Love

At the door of the ward, Carlos, dressed in black, with black hair and black eyes, was as cold as the wind in December, making people dare not approach him easily.

At this moment, even the fascinating woman's face turned as dark as the under pot, which was even more frightening.

Carlos also carried a lunch box in his hand, and glanced at Ron coldly. Then he looked straight at the little woman sitting at the head of the bed with eight treasure porridge in her hands. He was coming over to him with his long legs and two steps.

He stood on the side of the bed, straight forward to separate the two of them, as if he didn't see Ron at all.

The lunch box was heavily placed on the low cabinet, making a dull sound.

She stretched her long arm and took the bowl from Celia.

Celia Ling had a good meal just now. She held her hand nervously and was reluctant to eat the delicious porridge.

Carlos' face darkened. He squinted his cold eyes. Celia felt a knife coldly staring at the back of her hand. She was frightened and immediately loosened her grip.

He grabbed the bowl from Celia's hand and walked to the trash can. He threw the bowl, together with the porridge, into the trash can in front of Celia and Ron.

"……"

Ron had stood up. Looking at Celia, he said softly, "Celia, please take good care of yourself. I'm leaving now."

Then he turned around and was about to leave.

But Carlos stopped him on the other side of the road. His cold voice was very clear in the quiet ward.

"Manager Mo, if you are so free, you'd better take good care of your wife and son and the company!"

Embarrassed and stiff, Ron nodded at Carlos and left silently.

After Ron left, there were only Carlos and Celia left in the large ward, staring at each other helplessly.

Carlos glared at each other for a while. Then he groaned and walked up to Celia. He opened the lunch box, took out the dishes on it and then took out the bowls with the lowest rank.

Stirring the noodles with a spoon, he scooped up a mouthful of soup and sent it to her mouth. "Eat it," he said coldly

Celia Ling looked at the rice porridge in the spoon and pursed her lips unpleasantly.

the porridge made her want to throw up?

it!" He gnashed his teeth and ordered.

made Celia uncomfortable. She turned her

like some eight treasure porridge? " Carlos asked, raising his

the eight treasure porridge she had just eaten, and

just you, a stupid and brainless woman, will like the kind of thing that has no merits

as ice. He just scolded Celia in a

to herself for a long

not

each other for only one day and you are swearing at me so strange!

is more delicious than white

snorted again. "The stupid one

have a fight with me? If you don't want to see me, I will go to sleep with your wife and children!

been angry for the whole day and feeling depressed,

but in the end, her voice was filled with grievance.

at the little girl's wronged face and slightly moved his eyes.

made Celia want to give full vent to her emotions. She raised her head and saw the man's inquiring dark eyes. There

grabbed her chin with his long fingers and forced her to look

"You are jealous!"

there was inexplicable joy in Carlos' voice. His handsome face was also as clear

couldn't turn her head. She could only look away and snorted. "You are

words reverberated in the ward, breaking the

I am jealous,"

in the

hear her

Plop, plop.

like a fire burning in her heart, which made her a little panic. She tried to avoid them, but they still left

grip on her jaw. He looked her straight in the eye, declaring

that you are my wife. You are not allowed to have

eyes darkened a little more and he said seriously,

a mess. She didn't even dare to look straight into Carlos' eyes. She had a strong feeling that there seemed to be a vortex there. As long as one

who had been together with her for five years could make full use

was a gentleman she had known for only

if she opened up her heart again, she would get nothing but betrayal and