In order to pay off my debt, I married a child who had never dealt with it.
On the first day of his sleep, he turned his back on me: “I have no interest in you. I’m sorry.
A few months later, he hugged me and said he wanted a child.
I looked at him for nothing: “No such interest?” I’m sorry.
And he turned over, and he whispered to me, “My wife, I was wrong. I’m sorry.
One.
The day my family went bankrupt, it was so loud and so big that I was stuck in front of my house, saying that if I married him, I’d help us.
I looked at his limited edition of Rolls-Royce and there was no doubt that he was capable of that.
I asked, “Why?”
He turned his mouth and pulled two and a half million, but his ears were red: “Don’t get me wrong, it’s better to humiliate you.” I’m sorry.
We said, “Oh, I refuse.” I’m sorry.
“Why? That’s all you can pay for your whole life! I’m sorry.
I’m calm: “Let’s work.” I’m sorry.
I can’t believe the look on Yanyazawa’s face as if I was working at night.
But I didn’t lie to him. I did find a better-paid milk and tea shop near school.
There were not many people at the store during the summer, but at first it was a bit unsuited and it was okay to work for two days.
I didn’t expect Yanyazawa to come back.
He went into the store and kicked out all the guests.
I was so angry that I lifted my apron and came to him and asked him, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
I’d like to stretch out his collar to make myself look a little more aggressive.
But he was too tall for me to hold my wrist, and the other hand rubbed over my head.
It’s like dealing with unbelievably little cats.
I was about to blow up my hair, but he let me go and sat down at the table, and his legs were folded and he looked at me: “I bought this store.” You’re my employee now. I’m sorry.
“…”
I turned my eyes on the sky, and these rich kids, who grew up with gold spoons, didn’t know how to spend their money on a knife.
I did the same a few weeks ago.
I looked down, and my father was hit by bankruptcy, and my mother was clean, and she didn’t work, and I was the only one in the family who could make money.
I can’t lose my job if I don’t want to.
I said, “Boss.” I’m sorry.
He’s in a good mood, nod his head: “I’ll pay you more.” The hourly rate is 100/hour. I’m sorry.
I blinked, others covered their mouths, and I was the only one who knew that he must have thought of a way to humiliate me.
And then, the next second, he said, “I’ll have fifty black sugars. I’m sorry.
“It’s only possible to do it with Qin. I’m sorry.
I bit my lips, put on my apron in silence and made milk tea backstage.
I made the milk tea like a hot lemon tea, and it felt like I was shaking the snowcup.
He said, “What’s so angry? I’m sorry.
I said, “No way, boss. I’m sorry.
Yanyazawa looks at me and wants to stop.
Just finished two glasses and the doorbell rings.
I’m looking forward to it. It’s my roommate, Zhang Wan.
She looked at me in a store apron, and she was surprised to open my mouth, “Bring, how did you…”
I didn’t live in a dormitory before. She told me how much at school.
She knew that my family had money, and I laughed at her, “…it’s hard to say.” I’m sorry.
Her eyes flashed as if she was more uncomfortable than I was with my family. And We removed the wrinkles from the apron and asked her, “What would you like? I’m sorry.
Zhang Wen hesitated for a while: “I shall come back another day.” I’m sorry.
After Zhang Zhang Zhen left, I sighs.
And when Yanyazawa stood behind me, I almost fell into his arms.
I hid behind my head, but I couldn’t stand and he held me back.
I was a little embarrassed at once.
He looked at me, “The remaining 48 cups no more. Just think about it. I’m sorry.
Yanyazawa left the shop with two cups of milk tea I made.
I looked at his back and said, “A strange thing.”
“Who is this handsome man?” You know each other? This is for you.
I answered, “Yes, an enemy.” I’m sorry.
Two.
I have a grudge against Yanyazawa, but it’s not a grudge.
He’s been playing with me ever since he was a kid.
At the kindergarten, I had short hair, looked like a boy and was very popular among girls. Yanzawa doesn’t know what’s going on. She has to be jealous.
I don’t really want to fight him.
He looked good when he was a kid, like a prince from a fairy tale. I had hoped that I would be friends with him.
I was always sarcastic, so I didn’t want to live in peace with him.
On the way I’ve been reminiscent of our past, going back to the old rental house, opening the door and finding my mother crying.
And I was like, “Mom, what’s going on? I’m sorry.
The face of the mother is no longer in the past, the whole face is red and wrinkled, and it is much older. “Your father suddenly fainted and was taken to the hospital for emergency care.” I’m sorry.
My heart was being held tight.
I stood up to the urge to cry and filmed my mother’s back and comforted her: “Mom, don’t worry, which hospital? I’m sorry.
3
I rushed my mother to the hospital, grabbed the doctor and asked where my father was.
They seem to be used to the families of patients like us, who point in the direction and remind us to pay.
It’s serious. It’s 500,000.
We can’t afford it if we’re broke.
I was in the middle of it and I felt like the whole thing was shaking.
I’ve been thinking about you all of a sudden.
I have shed tears on my face and let my mother rest in the bench.
I walked out of the hospital’s gate and walked a little further, standing at the few-person intersection.
Death near the hospital is too heavy, I don’t like it.
I’m calling Yan Yazawa.
He picked it up very quickly, like he was waiting for me.
His voice was bright: “Chongqing, you’re finally turning back?” I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth and tried to adjust my voice, but it failed. I said, “You come to the city hospital. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
“…not me, my dad. I’m sorry.
And when he did, his voice became upright, and he said: Wait for me. I’m sorry.
I’ve been waiting 15 minutes, crouching around the road. Summer is hot, but I’m freezing.
The car of Yanyazawa stopped in front of me, and he came down from the car with long legs and walked to me in two steps.
He crouched down and held me without hesitation.
Feels my tremors, and he pulls his arms tight, like he’s gonna crush me into his body.
In his arms, I finally couldn’t help crying.
I cried and cried, and I said, “I will marry you.” I’m sorry.
4
My dad has a tumor in his head.
I don’t understand the technical terms, but the tumor suppresses the nerves and suddenly faints.
Yanyazawa made a call and called the best neurosurgeon in the city to consult my father.
Good thing it’s not serious. We’ll have a date soon.
My legs were softening, and Yanyazawa was holding me, and he almost held me half in his arms, and brought me back from the side of the road to the hospital and to the clinic.
After hearing the results, I’m going out to talk to my mother about this.
He pinched my shoulder gently, set me straight and head to him.
I kind of looked at him a little bit.
His throat was rolling and he couldn’t stop coughing.
Then he dried the tears of my eyebrow with his thumb very tenderly, pulled out of his pocket an ice bag which he had not found at any time, and wrapped it in his handkerchief, gently on my eyelid.
I closed my eyes and he said, “…take it, it’s not so red.” I’m sorry.
I’ve got ice bags in my hands, and I’m gonna cry for a second.
As if he knew what I was thinking: “Just for a little while, it’s time for her to worry.” I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
He has seen me when I was most vulnerable, and I have no strength to bet on him.
I’m getting better, so I go out and synchronize with my mother.
She’s obviously relieved.
And she looked between me and Yanyazawa for a few seconds, and held Ayazawa’s hand, and thanked him.
“Mother, I’ve got a nurse. I’ll just sit here and watch. I’ll have the driver pick you up. I’m sorry.
The courtesies were weeks-long and humble, and my mother initially did not want to leave, but was told a few words by Ayatollah and finally she was happy to leave.
I don’t think it’s the right time to think that maybe he’s not that bad as a man.
After my mother left, I sat outside the ward with Yanyazawa.
He held my head and put me on his shoulder.
I didn’t say no.
His voice was low, but he was clear in the quiet hallway: “Cry now.” I’m sorry.
I finally loosed that tight string, but I’m no longer able to cry.
And by him We thank him sincerely: “Thank you. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t do this to thank you.” I’m sorry.
“When my dad gets better, I’m going to register with you.” I’m sorry.
His shoulder was hardened for a moment, and he took care of himself, and I didn’t hear it.
It’s been a while since I’ve been sleeping, and I feel like someone’s squeezing my hair like a cat.
I don’t know if it’s a dream or a reality, but Yanazawa said, “Imbecile.” I’m sorry.
5
The surgery was a success, and the day after my father left the hospital, I went with Yanyazawa to get a certificate.
My parents are happy to accept this, and in their eyes, Yanyazawa loves me, loves me, loves my parents as well as my own, and we get married together with our father.
The only complaint they have is that we don’t have a wedding.
It’s not a shame. He wanted to have a formal, solemn wedding, which I simply rejected.
I can imagine the relatives and friends who are here, who know me, who don’t know me, who laugh at me and who look at me.
Yanyazawa was just trying to tell the world that I had been arguing with him for years, and I finally lost him.
Yanyazawa couldn’t understand it, but he obeyed my will.
I’m a poor man, and he certainly won’t understand.
We finally moved out of the old rental house. Yanyazawa rented a high-quality apartment for my parents nearby and arranged for their servants to take care of them.
I went to his house with my luggage.
I just walked in the door and my luggage was taken by the maid. Yanyazawa took me upstairs and walked into a bedroom.
“You live here, and the closet next to it is new, as you please. I’m sorry.
Although it was felt that the room had just been cleaned up today, it was still visible that it was his room.
I was like, “You and I live in one room?” I’m sorry.
As a matter of fact, Yanyazawa raised his chin and said, “What else?” I’m sorry.
I’m pulling the horns and I can’t talk about it.
This tension lasts until night.
I was resting on my bed and I couldn’t sleep with my eyes closed.
My ears look out for the sound.
And the sound of Yanyazawa’s footsteps drew nearer, and as if We had set up an antenna, the whole body was held tight.
He pushes in, stands in front of the bed and laughs, “So scared.” I’m sorry.
My stiffness is too clear, and I open my eyes with my lips, and I say, “You are afraid.” I’m sorry.
“What am I afraid of? I’m sorry.
I groaned, and I deliberately lengthened the sound: “Fear myself — no.” I’m sorry.
He breathed and laughed again.
This smile is short and full of anger. The next second, he rolls over, holds my hands, presses both sides of the pillow.
I screamed, struggled hard, let him go.
He bit his teeth, “I can’t?”
I struggled for a while, but I couldn’t shake him.
It’s coming from the mouth!
And he bowed his head, and his face was slowly magnified.
If it were another moment, I might be moved by this handsome face.
At this moment, I close my lips and look back at his eyes, and look back, and tremble.
We’re a legitimate couple, do something normal, and I’m prepared.
Yanyazawa let me go.
“I’m not that interested in you. I’m sorry.
He said, “Leave to one side, turn his back towards me, and there is a distance between him who lies next.”
I can’t help but be relieved by what he said.
I got up and turned off the headlights and said, “Come to the auction with me tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
I was white and I responded to him softly. I’m sorry.
Six.
The next morning, Yanyazawa will be dressed.
He picked a gorgeous white dress, and the jewelry box spreads out one word on the table, and the stylist sometimes picks up a piece of it on me.
Feels like playing miracle warm.
I used to be familiar with this process, but today I feel uncomfortable.
And Yanazawa will appear with me at that charitable auction, and I will attract the eyes of others as he wishes.
As he left, he looked at me and showed satisfaction.
And I was so nervous that I almost pulled my skirt out of my wrinkles.
I’m familiar with this auction. I don’t know.
If it was in the past, I also had the halo of Miss Richmond, and now I’m just a regular graduate student, not even a fine art.
This is the size of Summer City. Everyone knows how my family is, and I’m afraid it’ll be a good idea.
As soon as I set foot on the floor, I ran into Lin Fong.
When she saw me, she stunned, and then came straight towards me with her chin up.
She’s so high on her toes, I want to pretend I haven’t seen her, but she’s got her way ahead.
“It’s been a long time. I’m sorry.
She looked at me with her eyes, and there were others around.
Lin Xiaofan and I have been together since we were kids.
The daughter is also one of the “growners” of the heart. If I wear a card first, she’ll have to wear it first. I guess when I found out my house was broke, she was supposed to be laughing.
Lin Fong reached out and touched the fabric of my dress, but without touching my skin, it was like a sticky touch on the shoulder.
She flattened: “D’s high dress?” Where did you get it? It’s not fake, is it? I’m sorry.
I didn’t talk on my lips.
“What are you doing here? “Who took what he saw in his house? Then it’s more appropriate for you to go. I’m sorry.
She seemed to have made herself laugh and felt like she was telling a wonderful story.
I laughed.
“It’s better for you there. “You used to follow me and pick up things.” My bags are all over there. They’re cheap now. Don’t forget to pick them up. I’m sorry.
“…you!”
Lin Zeng’s anger over his teeth was interrupted by the passing of Yan Zaizawa.
“What are we talking about?”
Fong was stopped by his acquaintance and suddenly appeared and scared me.
It’s obvious that Lin Zhenfan was scared.
Yanyazawa tried to hold my hand and I fled.
He dazzled his eyebrow, and We took his arm back, and made a deliberate gesture: “Nothing, let us be seated.” I’m sorry.
His eyebrow is so wide that he leads me to the seat to which he is assigned, without regard for the doubt surrounding him.
I looked up a little bit, I looked at him.
He’s got a nice face, a smile in his mouth and a good mood.
I can’t tell if he really didn’t hear me talking to Lin Zhenfang.
The auction began and Yanyazawa turned around and asked me, “What do you want? I’m sorry.
I pretended to be light: “What, you give me? I have no money.” I’m sorry.
He laughed, “No. I don’t shoot anything you want. I’m sorry.
I whispered, “It’s childish.” I’m sorry.
He flipped his long fingers between the papers, and my eyes shook.
Until I got a glimpse of the paintings donated by our family, my work was printed there.
I’m tweaking.
I got a message from Lin: “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a hundred bucks if nobody shoots. I’m sorry.
I looked to her position and she returned to me with a mocking smile.
I bit the back teeth.
One by one, my heart is hanging up.
He’s waiting for something.
It’s our turn to donate books and paintings.
When it comes to donors, I hate to get into the ground. People looked to me, and suddenly the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
And Yanyazawa stood up to his back, reaching out to my waist, and pushed forward: “What is the shame of our father’s donation? It’s charity and kindness. I’m sorry.
My point is wrong: “Our dad?” I’m sorry.
“We’re married and your dad’s my dad.” I’m sorry.
I managed to get my attention away from him, stretching out my hand and strangling his waist. I’m sorry.
You can’t change your face, you can even ask for a price: “Your father is my father, legally speaking. I’m sorry.
I had to breathe a deep breath to calm my emotions.
Five master drawings were all filmed by Yanyazawa, who offered too hard to compete.
“How about that?” I’m sorry.
The auction reminded me of the day of the bankruptcy and the auction, like the division of something that belonged to our family. I’m lucky to have taken pictures of them.
I asked him, “Why?” I’m sorry.
“It’s what we have in our home.” I’m sorry.
“We.”
I have a strange mood.
I didn’t have time to think about it. It’s my turn.
“This is the work of Mr. Gu’s daughter, a donor of the first five works. Although Ms. Chongqing is only a graduate student in visual arts, there is also a certain talent and personal style of painting. Today, he has also donated his own painting and contributed to charity. I’m sorry.
“This one starts at $1 and adds a minimum of 100. I’m sorry.
Time to come or come.
I am afraid to look up, afraid to look up to the surroundings or to explore or sarcasm.
As she said, “I’m out of 100. I’m sorry.
There’s a laugh and some whispering.
The chair was a little awkward: “Uh, 100 once. I’m sorry.
“100, twice…”
“100…”
“10 million.” I’m sorry.
Full seat.
I opened my eyes to him, so I couldn’t put my eyes on me, and I pulled his sleeve: “Are you crazy? I’m sorry.
But he was dazzled and turned his back a little too far, so he squished my back. I’m sorry.
Yanyazawa must be crazy.
Ten million! Why don’t you just give me a hundred of them?
The host’s voice is also skeptical: I’m sorry.
Yansawa rose up and took his picture.
Six in a row, the moderator invited him to speak, asking, inter alia, why 10 million dollars had been spent on my painting.
Yanyazawa looked under the stage and swept the line of sight and stopped at Lin Yifan.
“For me, it’s more than 10 million. Things are precious. People who understand them need to judge. “And it’s a charity auction, and some people give a little bit less than $100. I’m sorry.
Lin’s face has changed.
I don’t look at her anymore.
And on the stage there was a warm and warm look for my eyes.
I covered my chest and my heart was beating faster than usual.
I don’t get it.
7
At the end of the auction, Lin Zhenfan was invited to eat together as if nothing had happened.
Lin’s business is not as good as his own, and I’m afraid Lin Zhenfan does not know where he is offended.
Ayazawa promised to be happy, but he pulled me up: “Yes, but we should all be together.” I’m sorry.
Lin Zhenfan, while he was shaky, should have.
When she had dinner, she had a chill and then asked, “Why did you suddenly come out of the sky?” You weren’t before…”
She’s two times better than she knows what to say.
In my heart, I connect her: “The water is not enough.” I’m sorry.
Ayazawa was surprised, “You don’t know, we’re married. I’m sorry.
Lin Zhenfan almost sprayed out the juice he just drank.
I suddenly feel a little relieved.
And I leaned in cooperation on Ayazawa, and held his hand on the table, holding his hands, and held his hands: “Yes, it seems I forgot to tell her.” I’m sorry.
I looked up to my head, and this angle just saw the red-haired ear root, and I laughed.
But I won’t be laughing.
Lin Zhenfang seemed to have seen our disguise, and she took a look at it and fixed it in our hand: “But why don’t you have a ring? I’m sorry.
And how can I explain that Lin Zhenfan has turned his eyes towards Zakat – as if he were in doubt – and that you have a fiancée? I’m sorry.
My smile is on my face, and my intimates seem so ridiculous at this moment.
I’ve never heard of a fiancée.
He didn’t have any mood swings, but he said, “When he was a kid, his parents were just making fun of it. I’m sorry.
“I remember she is a painter abroad. I’m sorry.
She took a peek at me.
I’m just trying to mock my paintings.
“Oh, yeah? “I don’t care. I’m sorry.
And then he tactfully changed the subject, talking about his latest business.
Lin Zhen Fong’s angry look is hidden in my heart for a few days.
After eating, she failed to achieve her goal and then texted me: “Yayozawa has a very good fiancée called Song Zhen. You should be careful. I’m sorry.
“Just a good-faith reminder. I’m sorry.
I pressed the stench.
Say it doesn’t matter.
Yanyazawa saw me and put my seatbelt on. He’s careful to keep his distance, like he’s afraid of having physical contact with me.
The pine and the sorbets are entangled, and it is unclear whether they are cold or warm.
I held his wrist: “I’ll do it myself.” I’m sorry.
I sensed my cold, he let go and sit back.
He suddenly asked: “Do you want the ring?” I’m sorry.
I’m holding.
He did not look at me, and looked forward: “It is not an expensive thing, so that he is not angry at such a little thing. I’m sorry.
It’s a bit of a bit of a hysteria.
I cannot help but laugh, and what straight man speaks: “A normal man shall be angry when he hears you say this. It’s not about the ring. It’s about the process and the mind. I’m sorry.
He was silent for a moment and asked, “Do you need it? I’m sorry.
He looked at me very carefully.
His eyes were as gentle and firm as he had been at the auction.
There’s something I can’t read, something I don’t know.
In this lookout, my heart is declared to be broken, and I am in a state of panic before it is loud enough to be heard by the second.
I pretended, “No, we’re not married for normal reasons. I’m sorry.
8
As soon as Ayatollah came home, he put my painting in the most visible position.
And they showed it to my dad.
I couldn’t help but for a day: “You can’t buy me $10 million for this painting. I’m sorry.
“We’re married,” he looked at me, “You just want 10 million?” I’m sorry.
By the way, I remember.
We got married, we didn’t sign a prenup.
Yanyazawa is also a fool, so the heirs of a large group forget this.
“You’re right. After the divorce, I can at least split half of your property. I’m sorry.
“When you got married, you thought about leaving.” I’m sorry.
I swerved my head: “What else?” Did you raise me forever?”
He frowns, looks so bad, he doesn’t talk.
I bypassed him and wanted to go back to the bedroom.
He pulled me in the right direction.
And We fell into his arms and heard him in my ear, saying, “I can’t leave without tearing up my marriage certificate. I’m sorry.
It’s too vague, it’s as if one side can stomp his lips.
I’m stiff and I can’t move. I’m sorry.
He held me by the waist, and his voice was boring: I’m sorry.
And why is Yanyazawa so childish?
“Do you know that a divorce is possible without a marriage certificate? I’m sorry.
“…”
He was silent, and then he let me go, and he threw a sentence, “Don’t think about getting divorced from me, I disagree!” and went back to his bedroom.
I looked at his back and I was kind of cute.
I couldn’t help but laugh and touch my chest again.
Heart beats have been kind of flat.
Today I feel like I’m having a heart attack.
But I can’t be blamed. I’ll always think about that.
It’s like he’s trying to run this marriage, not a joke.
9
Lin Zhenfan learned about my marriage with Yanyazawa, and spread it the next day in a small circle in Summer City.
I don’t care what they say.
Because I’m starting school, and I’m going to be ready for the semester.
The Yanyazawa family is too far away from school. I’d like to move to the dormitory, and he disagrees, suggesting that the driver picks up every day.
And then a rumor came out that my family was broke and I was taken care of.
I can hear the girl in the front row whispering: “Isn’t it bankrupt?” Why are you carrying Chanel’s bag?”
“Somebody must have bought it. I didn’t see anyone pick her up in a limo every day. I’m sorry.
I’m looking over and looking at the look of the last one.
She was caught in the midst of a group of people who talked about me, saying nothing.
I smiled at her, and she looked away, and she took her eyes away and turned around.
The driver came to pick me up this afternoon and ran into them again. “The earth is bright enough for old men to catch it, and it is thick enough for them.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the driver, he was in a suit, clean, but early in his 40s, he was pretty good-looking.
It’s rude to use the term “old man.”
He was embarrassed: “Ma’am, may I explain?”
I shook my head and gave him an apology for the smile.
I think Zhang told me about my bankruptcy.
It’s no wonder they’re wrong when they’re broke and they’re carrying them in a limo every day.
I’m too lazy to be in trouble near graduation, and I’m not proud of my husband.
I got in the car, passed them, and Zhang was looking at the window.
A moment later, I heard from her: “You have some information in the dormitories, and come and get it.” I’m sorry.
10
I thought Zhang was kind, but I didn’t think it was all her design.
We’ll go to class together after we get the information. At the end of the class, there was a sudden noise. I looked over, and she was panicking and flipping her backpack.
“Think about it, when was the last time you saw it, who touched it?” I’m sorry.
Zhang Wan’s face is white: “Only in the dormitory…the clear is clear to see it.” I’m sorry.
“Cinqing?”
Zhang Wan noded his head and his eyes were about to cry.
And I was targeted.
I don’t even understand what they’re saying: “What happened?” I’m sorry.
“You stole from Zhang Wan? I’m sorry.
The girl next to Zhang Wan said she was coming to grab my bag.
I’m avoiding, and I’m wringing my eyebrow: “Sit your mouth. I’m sorry.
“Don’t pretend, Zhang Yuan’s Emerald card is missing, and you’ve been the last to touch it. You can’t steal from anyone if you’re broke, right? It was uploaded by her family! I’m sorry.
The Emerald? Their ancestors uploaded it? I almost laughed, “It’s not a coincidence, is it the phoenix?” I’m sorry.
The girl was very sure of the location: “We’ve been wearing Zhang Wing for two years, we’ve all seen it! I’m sorry.
I looked to Zhang, and she was afraid to look at me with tears on her eyes.
She wore it for two years.
And I lamented: “I certainly have this in my bag, but it is mine.” I’m sorry.
It was bought by me and my mother when they went shopping and the graduate students reported to the dormitories with the data, so they escaped the liquidation.
I was reminded by Cheung to give me this jade.
And I drew the crowd and went to her: Zhang Wan, tell the truth. I’m sorry.
Zhang Wan is still acting: “Bring, I know your family is in trouble, but this jade is important to me, will you give it back to me? I can lend you money…”
Don’t be so kind! Why did you lend her money? I’m sorry.
Zhang Zhang Zhang is like a small white flower shaking her shoulder: “The clear must be bitter…”
I can’t help but hum, “I don’t need money. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to be strong, I know your house is broke.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “But my husband is rich.” I’m sorry.
Quiet for a moment, I was called “Silent! I’m sorry.
Zhang Wan wondered: “But you still work at the milk and tea shop. I’m sorry.
I said, “You were wrong. I’m sorry.
“No way. We spoke that day. Stop lying! They can prove it. I’m sorry.
“Then let them prove it.” And I have no face, and I am mine, and I will not become yours. I’m sorry.
Zhang Zhang didn’t understand why I was so hard, we went out to the milk and tea shop.
The shopkeeper was surprised by the sudden arrival of so many people, and I leaned by the door, and Zhang Zhang grabbed the little sister who was on the payroll, pointing to me, “Is she a summer worker here? I’m sorry.
I flushed the cashier and waved.
She’s a little surprised, “Mrs. Boss, what are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
The people around took a breath of air.
I said, “It’s nothing. Have some tea. I’m sorry.
I didn’t work here since I got married, and Yanyazawa’s secretary quit my job, and they called me the boss’s wife when they came back to pick up the stuff.
Zhang Wan is really pale and everyone’s face is covered in embarrassment.
I’m making a sarcasm of my mouth, and I’m laughing: “Want to have something to drink, my treat.” I’m sorry.
I’m starting to get an apology, and I’m saying that money doesn’t mean I can’t steal, not to mention my money.
I was just going to say something, and I was suddenly held back.
And We were stiffened for a moment, and it was not until We smelled of the pine and the fragrance that was familiar to Zawa.
And he put his chin above my head: “Why don’t we go home and party?” I’m sorry.
I said no.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
And he smiled and said, “Come and get you out. I’m sorry.
I want to see his face right now.
But he can’t even see his head.
From the moment he appeared, the girls had gone crazy and carefully asked me: “Who is this? I’m sorry.
I said without hesitation: “My husband. I’m sorry.
Yanyazawa was obviously very happy, stomping over my head and his arms even tighter.
And I added: “The one whom you call old men. I’m sorry.
“…”
“A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. It’s not like you were picked up by someone else the other day. And the girl said, “I think the guy’s nice to you, helping with the door. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, it’s my driver. “I’m picturing Yosawa’s hand. I’m sorry.
“There is nothing to exaggerate about this basic work. You don’t see much at school. I’m sorry.
It’s not like I’ve been fighting since I was a kid.
The opposite side is silent, and shame is on the surface.
Zhang Wing bites his lips in the corner, his eyes are red, and he feels crazy and fragile.
No one ever suspected that I had stolen her emeralds, and they didn’t really care what the truth was.
I’ll let Yanyazawa wait for me in the car and call Zhang Wing out for a private conversation.
Eleven.
In the alley behind the milk and tea shop, I asked her why she did it.
“What makes you rich?” I’m sorry.
Zhang Zhang is from a regular wage-earner family, with some energy on the part of graduate students in the arts, and usually saves their living space.
She seems to have accumulated a long time of resentment, which comes to a conclusion with two words: “envious,” which stems from low self-esteem.
It turns out that jealousy can really make people so ugly.
Had I not met Ayyazawa, or had he not helped me, would I have become like this if I had been surrounded by someone like Lin Zhifan?
And from time to time, the entanglements and the lowness of those feelings have faded, and even at moments like today I can be calm and honest.
I was close to Zhang Wen, reaching out to help her with the hair in her ear, and she slapped her head open and her back was red.
And I did not care: “I thought that you were pure, righteous, pious, a good man. The world is not fair. The theft does not bring justice. I’m sorry.
Zhang Wing opened his mouth and ended up talking.
“I’m not going to question you, and you don’t have to feel sorry for yourself. I appreciate how much you helped me before. I’m sorry.
After all this, I turned around and left.
Get back in the car and Yanyazawa is waiting for me.
I was in a co-pilot, and he still used to fasten my seat belt.
I said, “Why are you picking me up today?” I’m sorry.
“Uncle Wang took leave today.” I’m sorry.
He’s kind of handsome to focus on driving.
I’ve been staring at him for too long, and he’s got his ears covered in red. I’m sorry.
“I just suddenly felt lucky.” I’m sorry.
“Well, why?”
The world is not fair.
My family is rich, my family is broke and my father is very sick… and my life rises and falls in a straight line.
I looked to his side and lamented: “It was lucky to know you.” I’m sorry.
Yanyazawa’s feet were shaky, and suddenly a bit accelerated, and I was swayed, so that he could adjust.
He parked his car on the side of the road, with his face covered in his face: “Why say this suddenly?” I’m sorry.
He only showed me a pair of eyes, and there were incomprehensible, confused and hidden expectations.
I rarely saw him showing such a difficult look and trying to make fun of him.
I said, “Do you like me? I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk.
We have been looking at it for too long, and it is hard to tell who’s beating in the quiet space.
He unzipped his seatbelt and said, “Can I kiss you?” I’m sorry.
And I laughed, and I asked, “Can’t you? I’m sorry.
He held my wrist and leaned over.
I closed my eyes and took oxygen with him.
Good. He proved himself not only good, but good.
12
I went home and found Uncle Wang in the yard without any leave.
“Did Uncle Wang tell you something? I’m sorry.
I unzipped my seatbelt to get out of the car, and first he opened the door for me, and before his feet landed, he took me up.
I cried out and held his neck unconscious and completed a standard princess pose.
The servants were watching, and I was embarrassed to bury my face in his chest, slap him on the shoulder and let him put me down.
“What Uncle Wang said doesn’t matter. What matters is, why didn’t you tell me? I’m sorry.
That’s it. That’s why he picked me up at school.
I sighs: “…it’s not necessary. Put me down! It’s not even night yet! I’m sorry.
He looked down at me and he was quiet.
So I was carried all the way back to his bedroom, and I was nervously dragging his top cloth, and I wrinkled my chest.
He gently put me on the bed and I closed my eyes.
The next step was delayed, and I opened my eyes a little bit, and he stood by the bed with his medical kit, and he was like, “What do you think?” I’m sorry.
I’m all red.
He covered my legs with a cotton blanket, kneeling half by the bed, putting my feet on his knees and gently removing my socks.
“You… hiss. I’m sorry.
He gently pressed my ankle with his fingertips, and I couldn’t help but breathe.
I was pushed by someone behind me when I went to the milk and tea shop, and it was swollen.
I thought I was doing well: “How did I find out?” I’m sorry.
“Look at you walking in the wrong position.” I’m sorry.
I looked up at his head, his nose was sore, and suddenly I wanted to reach out.
He said, ‘Do not bear with yourself. Tell me if anything happens.’ I’m sorry.
I responded softly.
13
I have a message from Lin Jianfan: “Song Jian has returned home. I’m sorry.
She certainly doesn’t mean anything.
And it’s a little late.
Song Qing sat across from me and made an elegant cup of coffee.
The news of my marriage with Yanyazawa was so widespread that it reached her far away.
She seems to have just returned. The first thing she came to me.
She’s got a fine face and a name tag all over her. I suddenly felt a bit sorry that the cheap coffee shop in front of the school wasn’t good enough for her.
She explained: “I just wanted to see what Yazawa’s wife was like. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything, nor was she embarrassed: “You must have heard that I was his fiancée. I’m sorry.
It’s just a kid joke.
I spat in my heart, I didn’t say it, I looked at her in the face, “Oh, I’m not curious. I’m sorry.
“I hear you’re reading visual art.” I’m sorry.
I’m on guard to nod.
“What do you want to do?”
It’s kind of an interview. I’m uncomfortable.
Song Zheng is a famous painter. Don’t you think your family is so angry that they want to humiliate me with a bit of talent?
Or if I said I wanted to paint, she would attack me with a dog-blooded double.
Unfortunately, I like to appreciate it more than I do, and I honestly say, “Showers.” I’m sorry.
She laughed even more, and I got a little hairy: “Well, I happen to want to go back to the show. I’m sorry.
I’m browsing.
Surprisingly, and as I expected, the next second she asked, “I wonder if you’d like to use my show to practice first.” I’m sorry.
“You should have a better choice. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what she wants to do.
Song Zhong handed me a folder with her business card: “I came home for the first time to work with someone I know. I’m an old friend of Yozawa’s, and there must be something about him. I’m sorry.
I looked at her picture on the card, and I didn’t look good.
She picks up her bag and gets up and goes without giving me a chance to answer: “Just think about it, I’ll wait for your message.” I’m sorry.
When Song Zhen left, I opened the folder, which contained her personal information and some illustrations.
Unlike her, her work was not quiet, gentle, her color was bold, and she was always able to see at first sight the passions in it.
She’s a great painter.
According to my curriculum vitae, it is not possible to receive a similar assignment at this time.
What is she selling?
When I came home at night, I told Yanyazawa that Song was back.
He didn’t react, so he said, “Oh.”
I looked at his face, and it was as though he was not his fiancée.
I went on to say, “She came to me. I’m sorry.
The reaction came from Yanyazawa, who turned around and asked, “What is she doing looking for you?” I’m sorry.
“She wants me to help her in the country. I’m sorry.
“You said yes? I’m sorry.
I shook my head: “Not yet. I’m sorry.
Yanyazawa is clearly relieved.
Then my heart lifted up, and I asked: “Did you have anything with her? I’m sorry.
“No.” I’m sorry.
“So she likes you? I’m sorry.
I waited carefully for an answer, hoping to be as clear as I was.
And he hesitated and said: I am not sure. I’m sorry.
My heart sunk.
We were like a window paper in the middle of Yanyazawa, and no one said anything clearly.
That piece of paper hasn’t broken yet, as if it’s another layer.
14
I promised Song Qian’s invitation to help her plan the national premiere.
Whatever she wants, it’s a good opportunity for me.
I’ve been busy, I’ve been living in an exhibition hall, and I’ve had a lot less time with Yanyazawa.
It’s good that everything went well. Song Zhen didn’t make a trip. He was a very co-author.
The only small episode in the middle was the cut-off of the display, or did Yanyazawa call for it?
Thanks to him, the show was perfect.
And when the celebration began, and Yan Yasawa came, I asked him, “What about me?” I’m sorry.
He took a look at me and said, “It’s beautiful. I’m sorry.
“Who asked you that? “I’m asking for an exhibition.” I’m sorry.
“Oh,” he coughed, “It’s great.” I’m sorry.
“Hey. “I can’t help it.
I guess it’s been a long time since I’ve been so emotional, and I can’t help but squeeze my cheek: “So happy? I’m sorry.
I said, “Yeah, there’s a dream coming true. I’m sorry.
It is my long-standing dream to visualize my own creativity and to maximize the image.
I just didn’t think my first painter was Song Yi.
Just thinking, Song Qing went up to the stage and tried the microphone.
She thanked all those present for their statements and finally mentioned me.
“And thank my mentor, Miss Chongqing. I’m sorry.
She showed me her hand.
I’d like to propose a toast to her assistant, who accidentally pushed her to the nearest position from the booth.
The journalists present took a few pictures of me.
I’m a little uncomfortable.
Song Zheng went on to say, “Because he is an old friend with her husband, I am so honoured to invite her to help me. It was her first time, and although it was not very effective, she was very hard and hard, and I thank her for her work. I’m sorry.
It’s just waiting here for a good tea.
The translation of her words was that I had the opportunity to offer her an exhibition on the back door of Yanyazawa, and she was very unhappy with the results, but she couldn’t help it.
That’s what the painter himself said, and I’m finished with the starter.
I’m so mad at my dress that I want to rush up to the stage and her theory.
I didn’t expect her to be finished. There are also problems in the middle of the show, which is also being helped. I’m sorry.
I laughed, and she seemed to have done everything for her.
There was a lot of talk.
SONG YOON SONG GHOSTS AROUND HOLDING IN A HISTORY, LAUGHING, AND Invited YOXA to speak.
Yanyazawa looked at me and did not refuse.
And We made our lips a thread. I don’t look so good right now.
But I don’t care. I care about Yanyazawa coming up to the stage and being politely picking up Song Yi’s microphone and standing next to her.
But he looked at me with such an open eye.
“Ms. Song Zheng has been abroad for so long, but Chinese is still so good. I’m sorry.
I’m freezing.
“The idea of being a bad person is largely satisfactory, and many people are using it wrong, and I can’t believe that Miss Song can tell.” Of course, I’m sure the journalists present are highly professional and must not be mistaken. I’m sorry.
He looked around and looked back at me: “This is a wonderful show, and I’m proud of my wife. I’m sorry.
My heart is beating as if the people around have disappeared, and it’s just me and him in this space.
“We’ve known each other a long time. And he goes up and down to the stage, and he goes down, and he gets in my distance, and he says, “But I can always see a different side in her, and I can always be attracted to her like when I first met her.
“Today is the first day of her dream, and it is a special memorial. We did not have a wedding before because she was unsatisfied, but I want the world to know that I have the most beautiful and wonderful wife in the world.
“Now I would like to invite all those present for her day to our wedding. I’m sorry.
He jumped off the stage and landed with the light, as he did when he was a child.
He pulled out the jewelry box and opened it in front of me with a diamond ring in it.
I was surprised to cover my mouth.
“I love you,” he said with a voice that only we can hear, “Will you really marry me?” I’m sorry.
And suddenly the celebration became my home, and I was a little embarrassed: “But this is a man’s exhibition.” I’m sorry.
And he asked, “What does it matter? You planned it. I’m sorry.
That makes sense. I held him around the neck, put his head down, kissed him up.
“I do. I’m sorry.
15
It’s a shame that Yanyazawa did a big, luxurious wedding with my paintings on the inside.
There were other painters present that day who extended an invitation to me to design an exhibition.
I’m flattered, but I’m not happy about Yanazawa: “Let’s save her some time. We’re gonna have a honeymoon. I’m sorry.
I sent Song Qian’s invitation. She didn’t come. Listening to Lin Zhenfang, she was probably excited and went back to France.
I’m flat, whatever.
I didn’t want to play the female game.
At the end of the wedding, Yanyazawa held me.
He suddenly said, “Let’s have a child.” I’m sorry.
He put it in my ear, and he said it in a strange way.
I turned my eyes over, and I turned my eyes: “Who said that? I’m sorry.
Ayazawa’s arm was stiffed for a moment, and he turned over and put me on the bed, buried my head in my shoulder, dazzled and whispered, “My wife, I was wrong. I thought of my daughter’s name.” I’m sorry.
“How do you know it’s your daughter…” I laughed, “What’s your name?” I’m sorry.
“Spongy.” I’m sorry.
“Why?”
And he looked up, and his eyes were as bright as the stars of the deep sky, filled with infinity.
“Because of you and me, I’m in love. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
