I made a pure girlfriend who envied others. In the middle of the night, I got drunk and broke into her small nest. The scene in front of me immediately proposed to break up

I am also considered a leader in the size of the company, and the office clearly stipulates that romantic relationships between colleagues are not allowed. After careful consideration, I risked being dismissed and pursued her. I'm almost thirty years old, and I don't want to be single all my life.

After several twists and turns, I finally gathered the courage to confess. The girl told me that she had a partner, from her hometown, and was preparing to get married during the Chinese New Year. I can imagine my mood at that time, wanting to cry without tears. I thought at the time that if I were not married, sooner or later I would have the opportunity to approach her and care about her, but it was only limited to friends.

That day, the company had a dinner together and went to KTV to sing after dinner. At first, she had a great time playing. After drinking a few glasses of wine, she actually started crying and scolded her boyfriend, saying, "Heartless man, cheating man." I heard it in a daze, and I guessed that the man had cheated, and a burst of joy flashed in my heart. Afterwards, her mental state remained poor, and I bought breakfast, delivered fruit, and even invited her to watch a movie. Girls are made of "water", and when she was most upset, my care became her pillar. She agreed to socialize with me, and I was excited and incoherent.

After dating, I found that she is very traditional, except for holding hands and hugging, all other movements are not allowed to be done. When we were together for three months, we showed great respect to each other and never did anything deviant. Not being known by my friends around me, mocking me and saying, 'What era is it now, still so feudal? I don't think you have the ability to do that, that's why you're like this.'. Although it was a joke, I heard it very awkward.

A year has passed in a flash, and my girlfriend and I are discussing getting married. After all, I am almost thirty years old, and her age is not too young. She didn't refuse or agree, just the vague answer: "Let me think about it. A while ago, the company was working on a project, and I stayed up all night for several nights. The company approved funds to celebrate our success, and after drinking a few more cups, I became intoxicated. I haven't been with my girlfriend for some days now. After the dinner party, I wanted to go and see her. No one answered the phone, so I stopped a car and married her directly.

At that time, it was already very late. It was around one o'clock in the morning, so I opened the door and entered by myself. The key was left by my girlfriend at our house a few days ago and I had been wanting to return it to her, but I didn't have time to return it. At the moment I pushed the door in, the room was very dark. I lit up my phone light and groped to my girlfriend's room, turning on the desk light. Feeling dizzy, I saw two people on the bed. My girlfriend was awakened by the light and sat up, trembling with fear.

At first glance, their clothes were not covering their bodies on the bed, and I suddenly woke up. A man got up from the bed, and from the outline of his face, it seemed that he was her ex boyfriend. I had seen her on her phone before, but she never deleted it. She said she kept a photo to remind me not to trust men easily. Next, my girlfriend begins to explain This is all sleeping together, what else can I explain. Although she had agreed to break up, she still slept with me on her back. She refused to get intimate with me for a long time. It seems that I am just betraying her.

With the help of alcohol, I beat the man violently and he escaped. My girlfriend cried and said that he had drunk too much, so I tried to get back together with her and left him with a soft heart. It's also uncontrollable that such things happen. If my girlfriend doesn't speak, I may not be excited. As soon as she said this sentence, "I couldn't help but slap her in the face and scold her for being a fickle woman. She begged me again to give her a chance, but I couldn't swallow it and broke up. I left with ease. After returning to my own home, I cried to tears. After spending a year in love, it went down the drain and was even put on a green hat, making me feel even more vulnerable