20. Wurcile
I’ll be right back.
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
The day I got married, some ex-boyfriend texted me:
“You know something wrong?
“Reconciliate when you know wrong. I’m sorry.
I’ve got my cell phone on my face, and I’ve been thinking about the conversation that was written as “8.12, 6 good abdominal blouse and low alcohol.”
“What? I’m sorry.
I haven’t heard back from you for a long time.
“I’m getting married today. I’m sorry.
Think again and again, I decided to choose.
“Where are we?”
Each other second back.
“To the tuxedo. I’m sorry.
I’ll be honest with you.
“It’s time to go out and drink. I’m sorry.
The sound of low-silent men sounded in my ears.
He was followed by the fragrance of bamboo with the smell of the ocean, the fragrance, the distance.
It’s my wedding date.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I smiled at him a little stiff. The second I heard his voice, I locked the phone.
But I don’t know when he gets behind me and how much he sees.
I’m only in a commercial union with Luk-san, no love.
But no one would like to have their own marriage date with a heterosexual connection with the note “8.12 6 good abdominal blubber” on the day of the wedding.
At the end of the feast, me and Rudd returned to the great level of our city centre.
As soon as I entered the door, I kicked off the J’s wedding shoes and dragged sour feet straight on the couch.
“Marriage is a stamina, a smile and a year’s worth of social energy. I’m sorry.
I rubbed my swollen cheeks, spitting in my mouth, “No more, I’m tired!” I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
A little smile brought me back to reality.
I don’t know if I’m gonna start by stunning this cold, cold face, or if I should be worried that I’m saying the wrong things too well.
I turned my head a little bit, and he just picked up one of my shoes and put it in the shoe cabinet.
He took off his suit, which contained a black vest, with his cuffs holding up his elbow, and his white shirt was stretched a little tight as he bended his hand.
Damn.
There’s no love between me and Lu-gi, but there’s secret love.
I love him unilaterally.
We’re a high school international, he’s one of my seniors.
He’s good, he’s good-looking, not to mention his origin.
It is even more pure for a man, and only if he does not want to have deep contact with him.
He did well on the surface, but the people who were raised as heirs from an early age were essentially weighing the benefits and the benefits.
If you want to get involved, you’ll find out that he has a sense of alienation.
Even with your gentle smile, reason and calm will always be the bottom.
We’re family friends, so he took care of me as soon as I went to high school.
He taught me everything about study materials, community activities, foreign university applications, etc.
For example, I complained to him that the IB course was too difficult, and he would send me all the files he had prepared.
And We drowned at the age of sixteen, rightfully, in his tenderness.
It’s destined to be a moth.
I’ve got the courage to write a letter of confession, and I don’t even have a flower.
Then he went to Stanford.
I heard he was very close to one of our high school girls, who was very good at winning the award and went to the same university.
I also saw him walking with a girl on the road during the summer of the second year of my high school year, who was holding his arms.
I sat in the car, and they were walking back and forth.
I’ll shake my window and look at it, and I’ll see their backs.
I had no identity, no position, no courage.
I’m married now, I’m standing and I have the courage to ask, but I don’t want to ask.
I was surprised by my youth, and later, Raul.
Then I went to England, and I didn’t apply for any of the American schools.
Subconsciously escape.
It’s like I’ve spent all my time thinking about it. I’ve got my heart in a tiny shell, sealed.
My attitude towards the later “ex-boyfriends” was to stay on the bottom line and not to refuse to be held accountable.
I don’t think it’s as good as it is.
I don’t even remember the name.
“I’m done. Go and wash. I’m sorry.
The voice of the land brought me back from my memories.
I don’t know if it’s because he just took a bath and put his hair on his forehead in a wet and random manner, and I think he looks soft in my eyes.
Must be my fault.
When I thought I was sleeping in the same bed as Lu-gi, I used to hang around in the bathroom as if I could get this night over.
I realized I couldn’t hide when I came to the bathroom to think I was in trouble.
My heart crossed, and I quickly ran to him in my clothes, lying down, covered in my head.
The next second I was dug up.
“What are you sleeping for, your hair’s still dry. I’m sorry.
He said, “Take his towel and wipe my hair.”
When I was still in the wrong place, the sound of the wind blower sounded in my ears.
Easy, nuanced.
So gentle.
My hair is long, it’s hard to blow, he’s not impatient.
Maybe it’s too hot for a blow-dryer. I’m getting a little hot in my ear.
Aerodynamic, heart beating.
He had a unique scent that held me from behind, with his temperature.
There’s no reason to be calm.
We used the same money, and he kept half an arm away from me.
I didn’t think I’d wake up the next day in my arms.
I remember lying on the bed before I slept, even moving towards the bedside.
I’ve been sleeping the same way.
Turns out it’s that face, and the heart beats.
I’ve decided to sneak in before the client finds out.
Just now, the hand between the waist is tight.
I held my breath and looked. He didn’t wake up.
Move again, tight again.
After a few failed attempts, I decided to close my eyes and pretend to sleep.
And then I really fell asleep.
Wake up again and Rueji has gone to the company.
The day after the wedding was supposed to be on the honeymoon, and the day after that, the day after that.
Unfortunately, I am not an ordinary couple.
He just took over. He’s busy.
Tired, much less non-existent.
I saw a note under a card on the nightstand.
“Cari has some money in your name, not enough to tell me. I’m sorry.
Falling: Landing.
It’s a very sharp word that fits his personality and manner.
I checked it out, and in the concept of land for land, thousands of w are only a little money.
I took the card, and since it’s in my name, I’ll take it as a matter of course, and no one’s gonna get past the money.
In the afternoon, he received information that he was travelling for a week.
After reading the information and looking up at the empty house, I decided.
I told Auntie to take a week off and then I went back to my apartment with my bag.
As soon as I entered the apartment door, the two little ones ran up against my feet.
One is an orange cat, the other is an orange cat.
After all, the oranges are heavy.
They lie on their backs and they show their belly.
Who can stand this.
I opened them two cans after one ruba got satisfied.
And say, “Eat, sister just came in a lot of money, enough cannery.
They seem to understand. They eat better.
I just packed it up, and I went to the studio, and I set up a board, and I painted it for no purpose.
It was only when I heard the voices of the two little ones that I discovered that I had not consciously drawn up a line for the scene that blew my hair last night.
There’s no desire for color, so I filmed it on one of my book accounts.
“Whoa! For the first time, I’m looking for a map! I’m sorry.
“Looks so sweet, my love addiction is at its peak! I’m sorry.
“Damn! It tickles. You’re not going to get in love. I’m sorry.
Get down!
. .
It’s a big deal.
Most of them are curvatures.
I’ll take the board, put it in the corner, cover it up.
I don’t know how to get along.
Young admirers have not received a single response, not even a rejection.
I liked it. It was my secret.
I can’t say it in person, and I think it’s too easy to tell through the Internet.
So I chose the oldest but most sincere way to express my love.
The courage has been exhausted and sincere love has been written.
No news.
I don’t really know how to express love.
Looks like I’m the proud princess, the moon and the wind.
They’re bluffs.
Born in a family whose parents are tired of each other, I am the product of a union of commerce.
Barely home to father, distant mother.
I woke up two days of high fever and empty bedside.
I hate being alone in an empty house.
Cold, asphyxiated, marginal loneliness.
The parents had to wait for the divorce to take place after I had reached the age of majority, although, in my opinion, the procedure did not make any difference.
The father could not wait to marry his lover and bring a younger sister and younger younger brother.
Mother flew abroad and had a young, foreign boyfriend.
I’m redundant everywhere.
I moved out, I lived in a small apartment that I had set up early, and I picked up two cats.
Life is bright, future is possible.
I thought when I finally escaped from that depressed and incompetent family, I was told that I needed a business union.
I’m not the only one.
But my sister was able to pursue love, so I became, “You should be responsible for raising you at home for so many years.”
I don’t know what it’s like to be married.
He doesn’t seem to mind at all that I told him that I had failed, that it was no different from high school and that it was more mature than to act.
Three days after the end of my happy house, I suddenly got a call from Yuji on the fourth night.
“Where are you?”
The voice of the earth is a bit mute, and it sounds like a bit of a bit of a bit of a tumble.
But I’m automatically defining myself as my delusion.
“I’m home. Why?”
I gave my lord food and water. The tone is very calm, not panicking, after all, I’m really at home.
“I’m back. There’s nobody home. I’m sorry.
He coughed a few times because of the nostrils, and it sounded like he was milking.
“I’m in my own apartment. I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.
I was groaning in my heart, and the time at the Happy House was so short.
What I do not know is how much a person sits in a living room without a light on the other side of the phone, trying to show a cold in the phone.
Drive back to the house and do five minutes of psychological construction to open the door.
It’s dark.
“He went back to his room? I’m sorry.
I’m confused.
Touch the light switch, crack, and the light fills every corner of the living room.
I saw the land on the couch.
He had one hand upside down to his eyebrow, and the other looked like he was weak.
“Are you okay?”
I hesitated to come to him, and I bowed and asked.
“It seems a little fever. I’m sorry.
And when he heard my voice, he laid down his hand, which was covered in his eyes, and he looked at me in a little red, and the voice of the dumb was a little snore, and I heard a little stingy.
I didn’t move, and I grabbed my hand over his forehead.
A little hot.
“Shall I drive you to the hospital? I’m sorry.
I feel different and stay calm.
“No, just take some medicine and rest. I’m sorry.
I’ll turn around and get him some medicine.
“No hurry, I want to shower first. I’m sorry.
He almost stopped me when I turned around.
And the sound of an ear, he rises from the couch.
I’m going to give him a way out. Who knows if he’ll be in shape for the next second, a twig, grab my arm.
I was thrown into his arms without protection.
“Sorry, I’m a little dizzy, I’m not standing up. I’m sorry.
He hums and apologizes.
“It’s okay, I’ll hold you. I’m sorry.
I think my face is getting hotter.
Help him to the bathroom, make sure he’s all right. I’ll get him his laundry.
As soon as he got back to the bathroom, he just took his shirt off.
Eight, and the mermaid line.
Why does someone take a shower and undress?
I threw my clothes off and walked away with my hands on my burning face in an attempt to cool down.
I didn’t hear him giggling at all.
Feels like he’s been in the shower and has taken his medicine and poured water.
“The medicine is ready for you, you finish your rest. I’m sorry.
He came out of the bathroom with the steam.
“Good. I’m sorry.
He’s bored.
And when We came out of the shower, We saw him sitting on the couch, drowsy.
He had a dark blue velvet box in his hand.
When he saw me come, he gave me the box in his hand.
“Travel presents. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
I picked it up, opened it up, and it was a delicate diamond ear.
Jasmine’s shape.
I sat on the bed with a tablet to answer the account, and I handled the work.
And the earth-givers lay down for rest, and We left only a drowsy lamp.
He moved towards the bed:
“I stay away from you and don’t give you cold. I’m sorry.
The sound of milk in the milk says a serious thing and it’s cute.
I couldn’t stop crying and I kept on responding.
The sound of his breath was so long and he fell asleep.
And suddenly, a man turned over, and his hands were wrapped around my waist, and his head leaned towards me, and he was confined to me.
I don’t know how to react, but it’s a little stiff.
And look down on his side, and the light of the twilight shines on his sleeping face, and the edges of the plain are softened in the day.
The already tight body relaxed and the heart was softened.
I don’t know if he had dreamt of something, but he took it with his hand and his hairy head stomped on my waist.
Turns out he sleeps so cute, I think rua.
I couldn’t help but rubbing his hands a few times when I looked at his hair.
It’s a good hand, no imaginary hand.
The warm yellow light, his unique scent surrounds me.
My heart feels strange, my heart beats a little bit, like ice thrown into hot sugar, a little bit of it melted.
I can’t believe I’m happy right now.
No, no matter how much I want to go over it, I can’t help it.
It’s three words in the heart.
I put down the tablets, gently moved his hand and laid down to sleep.
Landless and unknowingly put his hand on my shoulder and held me.
It’s hot. He’s hotter than usual.
I was careful to leave his hand behind.
He seems like he’s on my side. He’s got his hands on my arm.
Sleeping with my arms like my two little cats.
One hand took my hand down, squeezed, held.
Is he really asleep?
I can’t help but wonder how well he’s sleeping.
Forget it.
I gave up the idea of pulling out my arm and I kept my eyes shut.
I’ll stay in my little apartment with two little pigs when I get to work.
The cell phone rings, it’s the telephone.
“There’s a party tonight, you go with me. I’ll pick you up from work. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
And We responded with Our heart, and were busy with the oranges, and scratched its chin, and it enjoyed its eyes.
Meow.
The little oranges next to him were jealous, and the poor ones screamed.
I touched its forehead again.
“Are you in your own apartment? I’m sorry.
He’s as smart as he is.
“…and yes. I’m sorry.
Little piglets are too obsessed to remember they still call.
Why is there some kind of cheating heart failure?
It’s so embarrassing.
I’ve packed it by the time I get home.
A simple white-skinned shirt with a long dress and a light make-up hair to match the jasmines he gave me.
I’ll change my black suit.
Wear a new… black suit, though I don’t see much difference.
He’s wearing a different Jasmine-shaped brooch in his suit.
I was unconscious and I touched my ears.
Is it a set or a coincidence?
The different Jasmine pin was right on him.
I got out of the car at the meeting, and I was picked up by a gentleman.
And suddenly I think of two faces that were rapidly regressing outside the window during the summer of the second year of high school.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
A moment of dementedness was felt by him, and he asked the Lord of the earth with tenderness.
“All right. Let’s go inside. I’m sorry.
I’m in the mood to smile.
I do not like this hypocritical social occasion, but I cannot deny its meaning and value.
I’m basically here on the ground, and most of the time I’m in a coma, and when I do, I answer the question in a formula.
Suddenly I was held by the earth, and I looked up to him with doubt, and I found him staring at the man across the street.
The eyes are full of precaution and even a twilight of hostility.
I couldn’t help but look up at a young man in a dress that looked familiar.
Young men look at me like they know me.
Shen Ching-mo, long time no see. I’m sorry.
Young men say hello, laugh and look.
“Aah?”
I didn’t recognize him. I quickly counted the son of the boss.
I’ve been out of social life for a long time and almost burned my brain down.
“It seems that the CEO and my wife had a relationship. I’m sorry.
It’s bad news, and it’s a good time.
“That’s not the end of it, is it, little Molly? I’m sorry.
Too much intimacy, naked, lush provocation.
Put your hands between my waist and my hands close to his Wiri.
I felt the low air pressure from the ground, and looked down on the man in front of me and smiled.
The atmosphere is about a few more points away.
…I suddenly realized that the small sum of money in the mouth of the land was like “8.12 of six good abdominals.”
He had the impression that he was a well-known, well-known, well-known man, who had all but black colours on his head.
All of a sudden, you’re dressed up like a grown-up.
Before I could remember, I realized that I was still in the Shuro arena where I met a “ex-boyfriend” to provoke a real husband.
“Honey, this is my English student. I’m sorry.
But names don’t remember.
I didn’t say the last word in my stomach.
“My husband’s name is very useful, and my already tight body is relaxed.”
He put a little bit of weight between my waist, but deliberately put me closer, almost all in his arms.
“I hope to have the opportunity to work with the lump sum. I’m sorry.
Smiling in the face of the petty cash general, the sound is so cold that it doesn’t sound like cooperation, it makes it clear that people are to be driven away.
The petty cash master felt bored and said hello and left.
Lujino drank some wine and called the driver.
On the way home, I was sitting in the back of the car with Ruinji, and there was a close distance between the two.
Ever since the train, the land has been looking out the window in silence, and the air has been a little tense.
The tense atmosphere spread to the driver ‘ s seat and the driver was careful to drive.
I don’t know what to say. There’s hardly a lot between me and him.
I’ve been holding my cell phone for the day.
Suddenly there was nothing in his hand and his cell phone was pulled away.
Not until I’m surprised. He lays down his body on my leg.
I fear that he will fall, and I will be able to reflect on his left hand and hold most of his left shoulder outside.
He held my right hand and put it on his face.
“I don’t mind Mom’s ex-boyfriends. Can Mom delete them all? I’m sorry.
He looked at me, and he didn’t know if it was because he was drunk.
The traffic lights outside the windows were just in his eyes, and the light was shining in the light of the day.
The sound of Ben’s voice is a little bit drunk, and it’s a bit of bitter.
Compelling.
I almost answered his request before I responded to what he said.
It’s the wrong color.
Having realized what he said, I explained to him:
“It has all been deleted and none left. I’m sorry.
In front of the love mouth, the mind is chasing behind.
After hearing my explanation, he laughed at me, probably a little drunk, and he laughed unexpectedly cute.
His face rubbed a few times in my right hand and held my hand to keep his eyes closed.
And then I got back to it.
Businessmen are terrible.
The car stopped flat downstairs.
“Wake up, home. I’m sorry.
I took a light shot of it.
He opened his eyes and laughed at me and got up and got out of the car.
When I got out of the car I saw him leaning on the door, and I thought he was shaky and wanted to help him.
He got away from me.
He took my hand and walked into the building.
Then he almost took me to the fire escape.
I stopped him, and he looked right at me and said:
“Go upstairs. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t laugh, but I was right.
28th floor, climbing the stairs till tomorrow morning.
Looks pretty drunk.
I took him back to the elevator door and went all the way to the door, and he was right behind me.
And when I pulled out my right hand, and he pulled the finger locks, he grabbed me from behind:
“Mommy is my wife. I’m sorry.
Whispering, gentle, even made me feel deeply.
In the house, he’s like an ass. I go wherever I go.
He even prepared something for him to take a bath and followed me out.
“I’m not leaving, I’m at the door. I’m sorry.
I’m suffocating, I can’t help but compromise and push him into the bathroom.
How can you be so drunk?
After he washed himself white and saw me sitting at the door and said:
“Mommy, go in and wash. I’ll watch you at the door. I’m sorry.
He seems to have been inspired by what the “ex-boyfriend” of the bar called me until he was stubbornly calling me by my nickname.
I’d love to say I’m not drunk. I don’t need you to watch.
But now he’s just a little kid in a drunk. He needs to be cool. Whatever.
As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I saw Lu-san crouching at the door.
There’s a chair not to sit.
The cold, handsome man in a soft cotton-mocked pyjamas crouched in front of the bathroom, which made him feel so sad.
Did you drink to be wise?
Although I have to admit, he’s kind of cute and painful.
And We went over him to the bed, and walked not two steps, and lo! something was wrong.
Turning around, he was still crouching, looking at me with a gruesome look and looking at the charges.
This is a magic attack.
I don’t know why this man who was shot at the center for the first time tonight was so… cute.
I heard that feeling really likes a man just makes him cute.
I’m hopeless.
And We turned back and took his hand, and went together to bed.
I put out the lights and I wanted to get some rest, and I was tired of fighting for wisdom.
Barking,
I’m a kisser.
“Good night, wife. I’m sorry.
I’ve just decided to go to sleep and disappear.
He’s drunk how he knows so well.
Ruinjie really did talk about a big list at the tavern, and after that day he was more busy than before.
I’m too busy to see people every day.
I woke him up in the morning and he came back after I fell asleep at night.
Every night he’s lost, he’s in cold air, but I can’t wake up.
Me, too.
I’m going back to my little apartment with two pigs, and they’re showing up too often. They only come when I open cans or eat them.
Other times, it’s a face: humans in the region don’t bother with the cold of my mother.
Oh, shit.
One day my hair came back from abroad to visit my family and asked me out.
By the time I got to the bar with a present, she was almost there, four or five.
Little Molly, here. I’m sorry.
He waved at me with a little blue poem.
I walked in and found out that people in the circle were familiar.
There’s one person who looks familiar.
“Mary Junior, let me introduce you. It’s a waste. I met him on a motorcycle. I’m sorry.
Blue Poetry thinks I don’t know him.
“How can anyone not know Mrs. Lu?” I’m sorry.
Smiling at the tip of the tongue against the roots of the teeth.
Blue Poetry senses something’s wrong and it’s over in Haha.
I’m mostly here for blue poetry, and I don’t want to drink.
So one sentence: I had a cold, I ate my head off before I left.
Successfully escaped the so-called wine.
He’s had a good time, but somehow, he’s been losing, drinking and then drinking.
I thought he was a little drunk.
I’ve received a message from Rudd.
“Where?”
“To eat with friends outside. I’m sorry.
Every day I’m asked where I am, and I get all kinds of little things.
Flowers, jewels, watches, nice dishes.
Every one of them unexpectedly suits me.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa You’re my lucky goddess. I’m sorry.
Blue Poetry hugged me and kissed me loudly.
The call was also made.
“Look back. I’m sorry.
Quite a bit low.
When I turned my head, one of them was in a black suit, with a dark coat on my arm and standing at the door of the second floor box.
He had nothing to do with it.
He stands in the shadows like a fallen god.
It’s my god.
He’s step by step, step by step, step by step.
“This is an offer, gentlemen. I’ll take my wife home. I’m sorry.
“My wife’s syllable” was bitten by the eyes of a blue poem.
He pulled me out of Blue Poetry and stepped out of the bar.
The strength of the wrist tells me that the earth is angry.
“I didn’t know the ashes were there. I called me here. I’m sorry.
I’m trying to explain.
Hold on to my wrists.
Not because of the ashes.
Then why is he angry.
Suddenly, blessed is the heart.
Because of blue poetry.
He saw the response after Blue Poetry won the game.
Blue Poetry is her sex girl, man.
She’s good-looking, like a baby dog.
I’m a little funny.
Next second, a weird idea emerges.
He’s not jealous, is he?
I forced him to open his hand, he grabbed it tight, but he was loose as soon as I moved.
I’m afraid it hurts.
I stopped there and he turned around and looked at me.
The lamp was taken from above his head and his color was unknown.
“The Blue Poetry She…”
He held me in his arms until I finished.
I’m so warm and warm that I feel so secure.
“I love you. Try to like me, okay? I’m sorry.
It’s a sudden, incomprehensible statement.
“Blue poetry is a girl. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know how to answer it.
♪ A moment when the land is loose ♪
“Be my girlfriend. I’m sorry.
The sound of his past is a humble begging.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I held him back.
Seventeen-year-olds of love and bitterness were treated in a strange way and in a satisfactory manner.
It was like a heavy rain on a long, inflamed summer.
It seems I have accidentally unlocked the other side of the land since Landyon and I confessed.
When I got my fifth video call this morning, my mood had changed from being happy and sweet to being helpless.
“Mr. Rudd, you shouldn’t go to work and play with your phone. I’m sorry.
I’m in my apartment with a video of oranges and land.
“Why aren’t you a husband? I’m sorry.
The answer is no question.
I put my phone aside and I held the little orange brush.
I don’t want to talk about this with Luji, or it’s going to take forever.
He was very well served when he called out to face him.
He was afraid to raise too many demands before the relationship was formally established.
After confirming the relationship, I found him really thick.
I’m holding my phone and I’m looking at myself.
Didn’t hear what he said. It was so boring.
“Take the oranges to the house. I’m sorry.
This is an open-ended proposal.
“Aah?”
I didn’t respond to the charade.
“Are you allergic to animal hair? I’m sorry.
I asked him in doubt.
“It’s all right. Every day there’s an aunt cleaning. I’m sorry.
“No, it’s not. Allergies are no big deal. I’m sorry.
I say no, but his offer is sweet.
I’ve got another piece of crap, and I’ve hung up on the video, and I’ve got to get rid of it.
And he said, “Don’t be a CEO too much of a lover.
I just hung up and I got word.
“My wife will pick me up from work. I’ll be off at 5:00 today. I’m sorry.
Well, he must have left with his staff at 5:30, and sometimes he worked late until 8:00.
Now just leave early.
When I didn’t come back, he sent me the “please” and the “pity” face bag of my orange.
We’ll get help.
I promised “OK.”
At 4:50 p.m., I arrived at the door of his office.
His general help said he was in a meeting with a client, so let me wait a minute.
Five minutes later, the door of his office was opened and a very well-bred young woman walked out of it.
Big black waves, fine Dan eyes, sharp eyebrows, green suit.
Step on black heels, walk with wind.
Her back and the girl in her memory.
I walked into the office of Ruind, where he was working on the files.
“Wait a minute, honey. I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.
He didn’t lift his head. The pen was moving fast.
Look at him. I’ll ask him:
“That woman was your ex-girlfriend? I’m sorry.
It’s a little bit of my obsession.
“Ex-girlfriend? I don’t have an ex-girlfriend. I haven’t been in love before you. I’m sorry.
He looked up to me, frowned and confused.
“The year you graduated, saw you walking with a girl, and she took your arm. I’m sorry.
I looked him in the eye and was anxious to give evidence without realizing that my jealousy was flying.
It’s been a long time.
“She’s just a classmate of Pukko’s, and that day she met a pervert, and I happened to be there to help her. I’m sorry.
I can’t hide my smile in my speech.
“And she’s married abroad. I’m sorry.
The way he looked at me, he squeezed my face.
“I’m so proud to be jealous, and I don’t know if I have an ex in your heart. I’m sorry.
Not enough. Both hands rubbed my face.
“All right, all right, all right, all right, all right. I’m sorry.
It’s the last bit of the haze.
It’s a rare day for you to leave.
Unfortunately, even on vacation, the CEO has had to meet.
I was on the couch watching TV, and he had a meeting in his study.
The cupboards are full of freshly cooked tea, white and quiet.
I held my hand up and suddenly my ear fell down and slipped into the sofa.
I reached out, I touched my ear, and I also touched my hand, which does not belong to a sofa.
It’s stuck on the couch.
I can still rip it off.
That’s weird.
Take a look, it’s my warm baby.
I bought this brand months ago.
The problem is I never used it on the couch, not me.
Is it a thief?
I thought it was funny.
A serious choice was made by way of exclusion, and the last suspect remains.
He wants to warm the baby.
A few months ago…
A flash of light, a blessing to the heart.
I realized.
It wasn’t that bad that night, he pretended.
This warm baby is proof.
Oh, man, nice guy.
So, was he really drunk that night?
One day, Ruinjie received a call from the old house.
Said he found a letter while he was packing his things, and he painted a Jasmine.
When I came home, I saw the land on the couch and I looked at a piece of paper.
The remaining light glare a white Jasmine on the light green envelope of the tea table, lying silently on the tea table.
Zip, my face is red, as if it were a steamed shrimp.
It was written a few years ago to Luji, why is he looking now?
He heard me coming back, looked up to me, his eyes were red.
Little Crybag.
I went up and I wanted to take the paper, and after all, it was a bit of a shame to write a few years ago.
His eyes were running away.
And sat me in his arms, and his face on my back.
A little wet in the back.
Why is he crying?
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
An apology has been sent from behind, with the cry of silence.
Why apologize?
I want to turn around and see what’s going on with him, but he’s holding him even tighter.
“I didn’t see this letter. I’ve barely read my books in school. I’m sorry.
Good Versailles speech.
“It’s okay, don’t apologize. I’m sorry.
I filmed his hand to signal his release.
“But I feel sorry for you. I’m sorry.
Hold on to me.
Are you upset?
I stopped.
I don’t know.
I’ve been neglected since birth because I was born for the KPI.
I’m always the one who’s not expected to be loved.
I don’t like to socialize, but I have a few known friends, but the flaws of the original family are like a giant bottomless hole.
A friend’s love goes in, a water truck.
It’s the bravest and most proactive thing I’ve ever done when I was 17, but I haven’t waited for any response, either for good or bad.
So I went to another extreme in a few years in England.
Boyfriends change very often.
To prove in this way that someone loves me and that I deserve to be loved.
But they all went the same way.
It’s either to play with each other superficially; it’s to simply ask for emotional needs, short of “live together.”
And when the sound of man is boiling, and when the night is silent, the huge hole in the heart is still whistling through the cold wind.
There have been countless instances of detestation of oneself and of life in a drunken dream.
But I need a paper-drunk gold fan to feel the pulse of my beating, to prove with thin love that I deserve to be loved.
Because of habit, it’s numb.
I think you’ve suffered.
The valves that have already crossed the threshold have been broken, and more than 20 years of depression have been running.
My tears fell and a big one fell on the back of the land.
Are you upset?
It should be.
Turn me to him and hold me in pain.
I was in his arms crying.
God finally loves me.
The line that I threw in the corner was put back on the canvas.
Motion, fill, dizziness.
I took pictures of the finished product on my own account.
“I crouched on this painting in my lifetime. I’m sorry.
“It’s sweeter when it’s colored. I’m sorry.
“I love it so much, I know as an old powder that the wife doesn’t sell the painting, but would you like to see if it’s coming out? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Numerous private letters were received from the background, and no painting was asked.
I looked at the following comment in response to the highest comment in the comment section asking if it was painted:
“Thank you. I can’t draw. I’m sorry.
I made this painting carefully and picked the best place for sunlight in the living room of the apartment.
Ruinji came downstairs to pick me up.
Even though he knew the apartment existed, he never stepped on it.
I don’t mind. I’ve expressed my thoughts to him.
He said you need a place of your own.
What about you?
“I belong to you. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“When did you like Shen Qingmiao?” I’m sorry.
I used to ask myself in countless nights when I couldn’t stop moving because I saw Shen Qingmu’s circle of friends.
It’s just that I realized it was too late.
I’ve known her since she was a little girl, and the social relations of the children are arranged for in the troupe.
The so-called “social rituals” that I’ve been inculcating since I was a young child have made me feel better about people.
The fact that we are living in a circle of fish and water does not mean that I do not hate this life.
Everyone lives in a mask, a cup is replaced, and interests are forged.
Hypocrisy, selfishness, greed.
But these have also become my modes of behaviour, where the interests are the core values, and the rest are just the same.
So my parents told me before she got into my high school.
I’ve got to do something.
But she seems different.
She was used to the false smiles and the bottom of her eyes, and she was most grateful for my help.
The brightness of the eyes is the rare truth.
Instead, I couldn’t help it.
For the first time, I was in a state of panic and wondered how to respond to that sincerity.
Nobody taught me that.
And I should also return to the truth, according to what is in exchange.
But fixed patterns of behaviour have gone deep into bone marrow.
When she came to me privately to complain about how difficult it was for us to learn, I thought she was cute talking.
Soft, like a bite.
I consciously put all the curriculum into a file for her.
She brought a little present to thank me.
Sweet, unlearning little cakes and a light candle of jasmine.
The corner of the oxen paper bag drew a little jasmine.
She said she bought it, but at first sight I saw she did it herself.
If not, the store should be closed.
Objectively, it’s ugly.
The cake was delicious, the candles I put in the glass covers, in the room.
When I applied for a university, I gave her all the information, requests and application procedures I applied for.
The schools I applied for were particularly detailed and placed on the first page.
“The little heartless. I’m sorry.
I saw her send this sentence unconsciously.
And a little angry.
She was blessed with a holiday on the eve of the year, and she was politely entertained and turned into someone like everyone else.
Looking at the old chat, it’s quite different today.
In the past, she has been able to see her beauty, spirit and sincerity in her conversations.
Why has it changed?
She always seemed to be avoiding me at a holiday party.
By chance, she looked away.
What are you hiding from? Am I some kind of vicious man?
I’m angry.
They said she changed her boyfriend faster than she changed her clothes.
“Whispering. I’m sorry.
I am not ashamed to take this assessment out of my mouth, and I have no reason to believe that it is a rumour.
Friends are staring.
Even if I hadn’t spoken to her for a long time, I didn’t know anything about her life.
But it seems true.
The plethora of negative emotions, bitterness, confusion and anger.
Finally, I understand this sentiment is called jealousy.
Backsight.
I didn’t stand for her private life, I tried to pull her out of my mind.
The end result is that I realize that my love for her, or even my love, has become a disaster in my ignorance.
I’m used to it. There’s nothing I can do about it.
Took years to control my feelings for her.
I thought it worked.
I just thought so.
I thought of her unconsciously when I heard my parents were going to set me up for marriage.
It was also found that she was not necessarily the subject of the marriage.
Resist, resist.
Think about it, if it wasn’t for her, anyone could have.
That’s what reason tells me.
I actually took the initiative to talk to my parents about marriage.
Because I found out that I thought I was in control of my feelings, and when I talked about her, it was impossible.
It’s the avalanche in the autumn, where there’s a light fire, and there’s no need to use the wind, and it’s only a quick moment to burn and spread through the heart.
At a time when her family ‘ s corporate financial chain was running out, my parents did not take her into account.
I am using my good offices to try and justify it.
Fortunately, I got it.
Fortunately, fortunately.
On the day of the wedding, I saw her talking to a guy with a note for “8.12 6 good abdominals.”
Looks like a man, probably a former.
Try not to get jealous in a moment.
I don’t see what she’s talking about, but I don’t think she’s the one who wrote it.
It’s just some naked ex.
I’m so self-washed.
When the feast ended, I saw her lying on the couch lying dead and groaning about the wedding.
It’s so cute. I couldn’t help laughing.
She hasn’t changed.
I found out that she didn’t resist my closeness to her, but she kept me in a eccentric relationship with me.
I have reduced the work of a week of travel to four days, pushing out all unnecessary meals.
It’s actually out of line with the social model I grew up in.
But the day after the trip I couldn’t stop thinking about her, I wanted to see her earlier.
The jewelry was taken from the first day, and the plane, which had caught up to the night, returned home, some cold.
It’s dark and empty.
I called her, she said in her apartment, and I’ll be right back.
I’ve been sitting on the sofa waiting and jumping.
She’s back.
She didn’t do anything, and she stood by my side to care for one thing and easily touched my body.
There’s been a fire at the wine meeting.
The man’s instinct tells me that his eyes are definitely not clean.
It’s supposed to be some of her ex.
The words of the ashes are provocative.
But Shen Qingmai didn’t seem to recognize her to burn.
She called me a “husband” and said, “I can’t take care of it, I don’t want him to use it here.”
Hold her tight and soft, and ask for help.
She seems a little distracted.
Back in the car, I looked out the window, and I pretended to be angry, and I looked forward to seeing her.
She was looking at the phone.
Do I look good on my phone?
Well, you don’t come to me, I’ll do it myself.
It’s only a man who gets his wife to love.
But I fell asleep in her sweet arms because of my heavy work.
When he was awakened, he was drunk and drunk.
I haven’t been in my wife’s arms yet.
I knew her platform account.
I overheard the women in the company.
Especially for her, the App, the registered account, watching her.
On her painting, she drew the Jasmine.
Because it’s just like Jasmine on the bag I put in.
I didn’t reveal that I knew her account number and wanted to leave her some privacy.
Every painting she draws, I’m a little quiet about the collection.
I saw the line that she sketched out.
It was her and me who recognized the painting.
I’ve been staring at that painting for a long time.
An idea emerged in my mind:
Shen Qingmu likes me too. I’m sorry.
Flow of heart, love.
One night, at the end of an informal due in the bar, a busy day ended.
I can’t wait to see her and I can’t wait to fly back.
I sent a message asking where she was.
I’ll pick her up if I’m not home.
As soon as we got out of the box, there was a vigil downstairs.
The lower consciousness looked at the sound of the voice and saw a “man” with two kisses.
I was so angry that I had to pull her away.
Angry, but can’t kill her.
She hasn’t explained yet.
But now I’m sure it’s a wounded knife.
I didn’t say a word, and I pulled her out of nowhere.
She broke me off and stopped.
She’s standing in the street light looking at me, trying to talk.
I held her first.
I’m scared.
She’s never been like me.
I’m afraid she opens up as a showdown.
I found out that even though I was in a legally protected couple relationship, I had no name in substance.
The false name of the interest.
I was impatient to show my heart.
She said the one holding her was a girl.
It’s a big stone falling down, a relief.
I asked her if she could be my girlfriend.
I admit I had to go in and ask the exit moment, and I regret it.
A sword high above the heart.
She said good.
It held me back.
My heart is warm, full of satisfaction and happiness.
When she came to pick me up from work, she asked me if my client was my ex.
I’m in the fog, why would she ask?
But her jealousy made me happy, and I laughed to explain it to her.
Her face is clear.
I don’t know why.
Until I saw the late letter.
For a moment, all the strange details of seven years have passed in my head.
It’s all loose and clear.
It becomes logical to remember that one day after marriage, the parents mentioned her original family.
She never told anyone about her family, but she was always honest, even though the sex looked a little delicate.
I thought it was normal for a girl like us to grow up.
“How much has she suffered?” I’m sorry.
I do not consciously speak.
And I, too, was the wrong person to hurt her.
I didn’t mean to, but my heart still seemed to be crushed.
It hurts too much.
I don’t think it compares to one in ten.
She’s back.
I apologize.
Her tone, in turn, comforts me, and everything is over.
I came out of my mouth and I think you’re hurt.
It’s my most real idea.
She calmed down and then I felt a tear in my hand.
I held her in my arms and she cried in my ear.
I held her in peace and touched her back and let her vent.
I didn’t feel the heat of my eyes.
Molly, who seems to be delicate and weak, has still given rise to the fragrance and bright, white flowers after the rainy summer.
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Lip nails to you.
The first few, 100 days, and it’s like a new passion.
Sweet Frog Peaches, wait!
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
