Not all the canaries around the Golden Lord, all the girls got.
I spent seven years with Song Jin City, and as soon as his white moonlight appeared, he put his car and his room under my name, implying that I had given up and could leave earlier.
In Song Jin City, I’m probably the one who volunteered.
I’ve already made a few little fire shows in which I play a vicious or impertinent woman, two, three, four, and at the end of the year the company didn’t have a gambling agreement, he bought it at a low price, and at the end of the year he showed his face with great mercy on his tails. That’s my chance.
My agent must not have thought I’d be so bold, but she’d have found me other gold owners. No one dares hit him with his mind, he is very powerful, he is not a man of mercy and temperament, and he is very powerful.
But I really didn’t want to spend the rest of my life messing around with another big, fat gold. That was the first time I had the courage to plan for myself.
I followed him when he went alone to the garden and woke up, and when I stood before him with courage and with red faces, he looked at me without a single word, and I shuddered in the sight of him, but I introduced myself in shame. I said, “Hello, Mr. Song, my name is Qin.” I’m sorry.
He was tall, he looked down, he looked me in the face from head to foot, and held me in my jaw, and I looked back at him with my eyelids. I knew that I was beautiful and that my eyes were the most beautiful when I looked at him, and then he waved at the bodyguards who came around.
It took him a long time to discover that he was not a womanish man, and that he was the one who volunteered, and that I had come to him in this way all these years. And when I was with him for the third year, he said, “You are fortunate, Miss Qin. I’m sorry.
And according to the play of idols, I am his chosen choice, and even if it is not for the woman, I am a woman of the same weight as the woman’s.
But I’m really just ash.
A long time later, I dared to ask him, “Why, why me? I’m sorry.
He was in a good mood, so he looked at me with his eyes, and said, “Be glad you’re lucky.” I’m sorry.
My luck was good, when I was young, so the ignorant were fearless.
My answer should be no.
My first “date” with Song Jin-cheng. He took me to the Orc.
Except on TV, which is the first place I’ve ever been in. Zhang shouted that the center of the arena was a man and a tiger, almost one-sided abuse, and I couldn’t help but be sick.
I looked over my head at the look of Song Jin City, and he looked at the battlefield, and there was hardly any change in his face, but his eyebrow stomped, and then I knew when I knew each of his micro-expressions, that that meant he was excited.
Killing was always exciting, and it was unfortunate, of course, not knowing whether it was intentional in the field. The tiger in the field jumped out and jumped forward for a second and was screaming at the crowd, and everyone was panicking, and finally the tiger was knocked out two metres before us. The warm blood splattered on Song Jin City’s back, and he dazzled his eyes.
The gladiator himself came here looking at the drop of blood on his hands, and I think the wisdom of my life was at that moment, and I leaned down and licked the blood of his hands in a gentle manner.
He held his hand against my hair and touched the back of the neck, squeezing it like a cat.
So then Song Jin-Cheng said I was lucky, and I could not have speculated that I would have been thrown by him in the middle of the field to fight a tiger lion.
He’s a little confused.
Sometimes he stops at me and wakes up in the morning and sees him smoking on the balcony.
The sky will be bright, and the ink blue sky will be confused between the bright and the dark, and he will wear silky silver ash pyjamas, and he will sit on the balcony and smoke on his side, and his fingertips will shine and shine.
He didn’t smoke much, but looked at his fingertips more often, his dark hair was all over his forehead, his handsome side was handsome, his eyelashes were low, as if he were sad.
He is the son of heaven, and the empire of commerce is unimaginable, rich and powerful, and everything is within his reach if he wishes.
I don’t know who’s gonna make him look like that, or what’s gonna upset him.
He was always a very self-restraint person, and for some time he smoked and drank and finally took himself to the hospital.
When his family was in the hospital, I pretended to pass through his ward once, he was lying on his bed, surrounded by a young man and woman, and was showing him something with his mobile phone, he was carrying an apple cut in his hand, his eyes were warm, he looked at his phone side by side and suddenly had a happy smile on his face.
He rarely smiles, and when I’m with him, I see very few. In fact, he’s serious.
I’m afraid to face it.
So at that moment, I was particularly curious. What did he see? Can make him laugh.
Two.
I’m the longest woman in Song Jin City, and I think this should come from two points. The first is that I’m really pretty, and I’ve been in the entertainment business for a long time, and the second is that I’ve been in the entertainment business for a long time, and the second is that I’ve been very good, and I know that, but women, especially those around Song Jin City, who suffer too much barbs, will always be flattered and flattered, and Song is willing to give you two cents and be impatient that you will never see him again in your life.
I’ve never had too much contact with his subordinates, and I’ve sometimes been asked to ask him for anything, and I’ve refused with a smile, most exaggeratingly, with a whole piece of emerald, half-armed, permeable, colourful, in the middle of the hall, almost warm and light, and with a smile for the head, saying: “Miss Qin, there is nothing to trouble you, but to meet with Mr. Song.” I’m sorry.
He said, “It’s as if he’s fighting, but I’m still smiling at him, and I didn’t look at the emerald, I didn’t look at it, I didn’t look at it, and he groaned at me, and said, “It’s true that it’s the man next to Mr. Song, and I haven’t seen the wind, and I’ve brought these little things to you.” I’m sorry.
As the sky can see, if this piece of jade is alive and alive, it’s possible to hear itself called a “mind thing” and he doesn’t know that my heart is bleeding.
Then he found another way to see Song Jin City, and he knew about it, and that same night the emerald was sent to the high-rise apartment that he had sent me along the river, and he laughed at me: “This is a piece of emerald that is hard for you not to be moved. “I don’t know how dare you come to me, but I don’t know how dare you come to me.” I’m sorry.
Sometimes he goes out with him, and he looks down at me, and he laughs at me, “Don’t scare her, my little girlfriend is a lot younger than a mouse.”
Oh, yeah, he called me his little girlfriend, and I was probably the only one with such a great honor in his years, and for the fifth year I was around him, I was said to have set a bet on whether I would fly on a branch and turn into a phoenix.
The odds were 1:350, which lasted two years, and when I was around Song Jin City for the seventh year, I went to the bet — no, I was happy to think about making an extra pocket money after breaking up.
I don’t think anyone knows better than me why I’ve been around Song Jin for so long because I don’t love him.
Of course he thinks I don’t love him.
It’s a thousand times harder not to love Song Jin than to fall in love with him. If you were me, you’d know with his personality, and it’d be hard for someone not to get excited about him.
After a long time in Song Jin City, of course, I had fantasies, and I was with him for the second year, when I had a real person risking all sorts of art, a desert expedition, a stupid show where four people were put in the middle of the desert, gave us a little survival, and then we lived for two days and a night, but the crew didn’t do anything to protect us, a sandstorm broke out in the night, and we lost our company, and I lived a day and a night, and when I thought I was going to die in the desert, Song started a helicopter to find me in the desert.
Of course, he did not come, but it did not delay his image in my eyes to become an angel, and you looked at it as simple, and you could crush the psychological defence you had built day and night at a single point.
When everyone says, “Mr. Song seems serious to you”, “Mr. Song has never been like you” and “Mr. Song seems to be fascinated by you, but no wonder you’re so beautiful, and I’d have to be a man, you’ll have a luxuries in your heart.” Did he mean something to me?
It’s a good thing he had other people next to me when I thought about it.
It may have been Song Jin City, which is a very luxurious capital, which may have led everyone to think that there are many women around him, but he’s not much of a woman, probably much troublesome, with no more than two fixed women, and he’s the only one who knows his mind and is unpopular and proud, and who doesn’t care about him these years.
That woman was a flower at the same time as me, and she was at the top of the road, and she made a school play, and she was so pure and simple, and she was all over the country.
In simple terms, Song Jin City has always been generous to the people around it, so generous that perhaps the flower had a delusion, so she came to me for the first month with Song Jin City to warn me as a proper girlfriend: “I tell you, Jin City is with me now, you better know me.” I’m sorry.
When I was really lost and thought that Song Jin City had been conquered by this purified little flower, it was only three days later that Song Jin City called me to accompany him to a party, and when I was out there standing in front of me, was stopped by the guards and asked, “Why, why did you suddenly say not to leave me?” I’m sorry.
When Song Jin-Cheng fell in his eyes, and I never saw the flower again, she never even filmed it, and it went on like this, I dreamt that the little flower was standing in the way of Song Jin-Cai, and that it was disrespectful and disrespectful, but that it was a dream that her crying and her squealing face became myself.
And the eyes of Song Jin looked down, and said, “Run down.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been awakened in this eye every time, and I’ve been told repeatedly in my heart that I must not be the second flower, because it’s so ugly and degrading to cry.
And gradually, the woman who stayed with him was the only one who was alone, and everyone said that Qin was a good means, and I was the only one who listened to it, because the woman who was with him was always too restless, and he was in trouble, if I really went to him and said, “Mr. Song, I like you.” I’m sure this will be my last word to him.
I’ve been around him for so long because I deserve it.
From the age of 22 to 29, this is the most beautiful period of life for a woman.
3
Before Dong-chun appeared, everyone thought that I was taking a female master script, and it was only after her appearance that they realized that every ash, at the moment of her presence, had to return to its place, like Cinderella’s crystal shoes after 12 o’clock.
At first it was the headline of the Business and Economics newspaper, with the cover on his umbrella side by side with a woman whose background is detailed below, who believes that Song Jin Town is a business union, which is not the first time that he has been preached to be a business union, but it will never be possible. I had more than once fantasies about his future real-room wife standing in front of me, throwing me a non-ceiling bank card, but I didn’t take it seriously without it.
The second time they were on entertainment news, he was holding her hand and looking at her with his head in his eyes, because he was filming it, so he was very far away, and the picture was very poor, and I couldn’t see his face, but I was cold, and the moment the paper was down was just a blank, and the body was probably shaking. This time, it was different. I heard another voice in my head and said to me.
I don’t know why, I suddenly remember something a long time ago, when I was so curious about the Golden Master behind me in the entertainment world, and the paparazzi were sleeping on my back, but I wasn’t afraid, and nobody dared to blow up Song Jin City, except that one of the paparazzi took a picture, which didn’t show his face, was just a hand out of the car, and I put my hand on it and the other one was wearing a dress and trying to bend.
This picture is hot, and they’re guessing from the half of Song Jin City’s wrist style to the tens of millions of watches on his wrists to the attention of his long bones, and countless people I don’t know have been nominated in comments, and the first thing that happened to me after the heat was to go to Song Jin City and stand outside his door, and I think I must have been very stylish and pale, and I said, “It wasn’t me.” – There were stars who bought paparazzi pictures of Song Jin City, but it didn’t end well, so I tried to explain, “It wasn’t me. I’m sorry.
And he looked at me, and he turned away, and said, “I know.” I’m sorry.
It took me a heart to put it down.
There was no news in the entertainment business, and then there was no one to look at it, and after I got caught up in it, it was quickly covered up by my fans.
Now that Song Jin City and a woman’s pictures are so blatantly placed in the centre of entertainment news, I can only think of one possibility, that is, with his permission.
He allowed the woman to be left with him openly.
I went online to check the 100-degree encyclopedia of Quantico. She was the only daughter of A City’s big business. She was a great kid. I found her personal account number, where she shared photos, with friends, with meetings, with extreme rock-crawling movements, but she was not a traditional beauty, but she was so confident, smiling on the face of a cheesy who turned back on the rocks, that she had no idea what the sun shined in the summer sun, the same luminous and alive.
I’ve never been in front of Song Jin City, and it’s probably the self-care of a concubine, but I’m really envious of the Queen’s accompaniment, of course.
When I met Dong Zheng, it was a party in a circle where I was with Song Jin City, dressed in full makeup, exaggerating that almost every hair thread was in its place, and I stood by Song Jin City without having to speak, just to smile.
That’s when Dong Zheng came in, dressed in a simple but unsettled glass, passed by the waitress who was passing by, took a look at me and blinked and blinked with Song Jin, with the mouth of their class, and she said, “This is a good one, a good one. I’m sorry.
And with great control over the eyebrows that I wanted to raise at that moment, and with patience, I looked down to the face of Song Jin City, and his eyes fell down on the face of Tung-gu, with undetectable insight.
Explore what?
Let me ask you something. Have you seen the idol? The president of an iconic film with a girl will be seen by the hostess, and what is she looking at when she smiles and says you look good? Of course, she’s jealous!
It’s too bad Dong-hwan is real. He’s the real reaction when he looks into seeing him with another woman.
Soon after, I could not help but knock on his relationship with Thong Zhu and ask me whether it was a good thing to go back, and Song Jin was nothing but ash in the hands of unwitting bullets, and I said not, “We are just friends.” I’m sorry.
Friends, this is a very vague and serious word that can give a general overview of all relationships that you cannot define at this time, and I was whispering, and then I looked down and focused on the oranges.
Song Jin City likes oranges, but he’s got a problem, which is that he doesn’t eat slashed oranges, he has to be skinned with his hand, and at first I’ve been so grumpy, because girls like to make beautiful nails can’t leave long nails on oranges, because they’ll fall off and dye yellow, and I haven’t left long nails with Song Jin City since I was young. It’s just that sometimes it’s a blur, and then he’ll probably never need me to peel the oranges again.
Think about it this way, it’s a little small, so I skin him one more.
And speaking to my good friend Mobei, she kept snuffing about it, thinking that I was thinking too much, that she had a classic saying, “Do we have any real feelings?” It’s just an unreliable bond between odious capitalism and another odious capitalism, bound by marriage, which is weaker than ash-burning paper, and the wind blows. I’m sorry.
I was laughing and I didn’t talk, and I always believed in women’s sixth sense, especially of a beautiful woman, which was often better than radar.
I’m so sure about this or because one stormy night.
It was about 2 a.m., and I woke up by Song Jin City’s cell phone bell in the middle of the morning, and when I opened my eyes, Song Jin City was sitting up, and he answered the phone and said, “Don’t panic, say it slowly.” I’m sorry.
“Where are you now?”
“It’s okay. What kind of landmark building can you see now? I’m sorry.
When the house was being renovated, Song Jin City had only one opinion, which was privacy, so the house was extremely, very soundproof, but now, in the silence of the room, I hear the noises coming from the telephone, the noises of the panicous women, like a hammer, pounding on my head, buzzing.
And I heard the voice of Song Jin, tender, and he said: O fear, wait for me. I’m sorry.
The bed next to it was light, and the door was locked, and I could never hear any more.
The soundproofing of the house was so great that I couldn’t even hear his footsteps once the bedroom door closed, but I closed my eyes and I could imagine that he went down the hall of the bedroom, went down the first floor of the living room, then picked up the keys, changed the shoes at the door and went to the floor garage. I lifted the blankets to the window and pulled the curtains, and the rain came silently on the window, and one rain line fell along a light window, but it was soon washed away by another rain line, and I opened my eyes in one light, and one light came out of the garage, and I held my hand across the window and touched the lamp, and my eyes blinked and the tears fell so quietly.
Later on, a friend with a broken mouth near Song Jin City left me unwittingly. One of the characteristics of Guangzong Road is that it is complicated, has a huge trail, known as the downtown maze, and Dong himself does not know the exact location. She’s been calling Song Jin City for half an hour, and Song Jin City is in front of her.
I can’t help but think that it’s a bloody friendship that he found her for half an hour without knowing the exact location of our house to Guang Zongping.
And his friend, Shazaki, leaned on the couch, with his eyes lazily on me, saying, “When he was Qin, to be honest, you were my favorite of all the people around the city, and Tung returned, so make your own plans. I’m sorry.
“You can’t beat Dong-ho. She doesn’t have to do anything. She just stands there and you lose. I’m sorry.
I raised my hand in front of him with a beer, and I laughed at him and I drank it.
4
I was told that Song Jin-Cheng and Dong-Cheng first knew each other in the United States, and that I had no idea how they knew each other as invited alumni, but I knew that Dong-Cheng first met Song Jin-Cheng before me and that I was more ethical than I.
Tazaki told me that I was no better than Dong-ho, and that she had nothing to do but stand there and win. If I had said that I never wanted to compete with anyone else, he would not have believed it.
In the eyes of them, even when I speak of appreciation and love again, I cannot hide their contempt for my bones. Man will pay for what he has done, and I am near Song Jin, not my choice.
When I met Song Jin City, he was not married, he had no girlfriend, and I had no moral faults. I just wanted to work hard, try hard, make my life a better life, and be a little more decent than everyone.
I don’t feel wrong.
They think that what I did in front of Song Jin City was nothing but a man I had worked so hard to build, and that when Song Jin City abandoned me, I would surely reveal my fox’s tail completely, or entangled or entangled, rather than his friends talking about me, beating me.
Your attitude towards you from a friend close to you determines your place in that person’s heart, and from the moment Tazaki told me this, I thought, after seven years, I was finally about to have my own great ending.
For a long time now, I have fantasized about the end of Song Jin City and the end of me and Song Jin City, and in countless iconic plays, such a scene is undoubtedly to be accompanied by a heavy rain, with my stubborn 45-degree look up at the sky, and without tears falling from my eyes, and with a sad look on the back of the head of Song Jin City, which it will never return.
In fact, it’s just an ordinary day of the sun, and it’s rare for Song Jin City to come to dinner at noon, and the nanny makes a simple four-course soup. I remember very well: a steak, a bowl of red meat, a plate of fish, a plate of raw vegetables, an egg fried shrimp, and the Song family has their own farm, where they grow vegetables, water and shrimp, and cattle.
Animals such as sheep, chicken, duck, all organic. These food raw materials provide only three meals per day for the Song family and do no business abroad, so, although they are simple four-channels, they taste good in their original ecology.
I began to strip Song Jin’s hands of oranges, and the light orange incense was in the air, and suddenly Song Jin opened his mouth and said, “The villa on the outskirts of the west of the city, I have already found someone to pay you.” I’m sorry.
“Last time, I ordered your favorite car from abroad, and I’ll send it to you in a few days. I’m sorry.
And he took a sip of water, and then began to wipe his mouth slowly, and said, “All the rest is in your account, so look at your account.” I’m sorry.
And I went down with my head down, my head down, my head down, my head down, my skin, as if it were the most important thing that I had to do right now. After a long time, I heard Song Jin-Jin saying to me, “What is your need?” I’m sorry.
And We brought unto him the full orange, and said: Eat this orange. I’m sorry.
He looked at me for a long time, and he picked it up, and he finished at 1:00.
I smiled a little, and I knew that I was the most beautiful, so I laughed at him with a small and light smile, and I said, “I have a scene in the afternoon, and I will leave Mr. Song behind.” I’m sorry.
He noded his head, his face dipped, his eyes ran out of my face for a moment, his eyes looked at him, but then he ran over, and he stood up, and he picked up his coat behind his chair.
I said, “I’m going first. I’m sorry.
And when We brought him out, standing by the door, and sending him away, he turned his back, and the eyes of a handsome man turned to him, and said, “If there is anything to be done later, look for Tazaki.” I’m sorry.
I smiled.
I know that this was his last connivance to me, and that it was hard enough for him to say such a sentence, after all, that he hated the connection after separation.
I’ve been standing by the door, watching his car die from dust, turning into a little black dot, slowly disappearing in sight.
When the nanny came in at night, she was surprised, about 10 o’clock, she used to come to Song Jin City for the night, and I didn’t turn on the light, and when she turned on the light, she saw me sitting at the living room table, and she said, “Miss Qin, are you all right? I’m sorry.
I moved a stiff bone, and I found myself sitting on the floor for hours without realizing it, and I smiled, and I didn’t talk, and the nanny asked, “What’s wrong with Noon Sansa?” The nanny is an old Shanghai aunt, because Song Jin City is Shanghaiian, and she likes to speak Shanghai as soon as she has to. “I am a fine aunt.” I’ll add, “You don’t have to come. I’m sorry.
She was shocked, and she said nothing in Shanghai: “What about Mr. Song?” He’s used to my cooking taste. I’m sorry.
There are no outsiders here, so I let my eyes and my eyes and my eyes and my eyes were murmured, and I shook my head and said, “He will never come again.” I’m sorry.
5
The craziest thing we’ve done is to have a hot spring at night under Albania’s snowhills, and the next day I’ll go to Iceland to see the aurora, but we have plenty of time — and money.
When the news of Song Jin-cheng’s wedding came out, Medina and I were walking around the ancient city in Marrakech, the open-air market was full of people full of colorful silk and spice baskets, and a mess, but there was a enchanting old-age rhyme, and I stood by the roadside waiting to choose silk fabric from the stall, opened my cell phone with a careless heart. I’m sorry.
When I split up with Song Jin, I changed all the contacts and made a deep ditch with Song Jin’s friends.
But I almost realized that when I opened the news and saw Song Jin-Cheng and Dong-Chung’s wedding, the cover of which was a wedding photo, Song Jin-Cheng looked over his head at the thong in a white white wedding dress, and the eyebrow spilling out, it was sweet and gentle.
I didn’t find my hands shaking until I was pushed by the north, and I thought my face must look bad because of the panic in the north. She asked me, “What is wrong with you?”
Then Mubei spent three days with me in the hotel, and I didn’t know what was happening to me, but was it a matter of reason to tell myself that you’re not an onion. But I am weary and weary from the depths of my heart, and it spreads to my limbs, so that no one will move a finger.
I am so grateful for the inclusion of Murph.
When I returned home, I started a normal job, and even when I was out of Song Jin City’s resources, my daily work was full, and I had no talent for acting and singing, but I was lucky to be pretty, and people had been extremely tolerant of people who looked good, and I had a sense of self-righteousness, and I was not too much of a monster to be modest, and the big directors and brands were willing to work with me.
It was two years after he got married that Song Jin City, the best conglomerate in the country, and I was a regular guest, probably an investor.
That meeting, maybe he thought, was over three years ago.
We were very generous in our toast with the founders, and we were still right in front of him, and the cup was half low, and the guest was polite and clear in calling him, “Mr. Song.” I’m sorry.
I used to call him in his ear when he was so close, and I was white after that, but he laughed, and he laughed in my ear, and asked me, “What are you afraid of?” I’m sorry.
When you’re that close, now you want to dream like you’re burning in a sorghum, so I hardly think about it.
After three rounds of wine, the sister of a filmmaker who took care of me, asked me to send a set of clothes upstairs to room 302, and I put my dress on a thick carpet, so that the high heels fell silently on the floor, the whole third floor was empty, pushed the door open, and I saw a familiar cut.
Song Jin City was standing by the window, smoking, smug smoke was spitting out of his mouth, and his side was still handsome. I knocked on the door before I went in, he looked at me and put the smoke in his hand in the ashtray next to him, and his voice was dumb, and I apologized.
We were silent, and he said, “You changed your cell phone? Asaki’s trying to reach you. “Where do you live now? I’m sorry.
I said, “I’m just afraid that the old man’s being ripped out after his marriage will cause trouble to him, so I’ve dealt with it all.” I’m sorry.
He must have been drunk and his eyebrow was so full, I looked at the wrinkles between his eyebrows, I couldn’t help but wonder why you were so unhappy at marrying your favorite.
And he looked at me as if I had been pressed in my eyes, and he looked at me as if I had been pressed, and he leaned towards me, and I tried to escape, as if his legs were on the ground, as if he had been killed, and when he threw up his warmth into my face, my desperate submission closed my eyes, and my hands almost pulled his forelock.
He’s married. It’s an immoral thing. My mind’s screaming in hysteria.
I’ll never turn him down.
I worked hard for three years, and for a moment he could not see the army, as long as it was him.
And I looked on my face, and I felt his lips rubbing from my lips, and buried them on my neck, and he said: I am sorry. And then he pushed me away, and it seemed like he was upset, and when he rarely lost control and control, he rubbed his forehead and said, “Sorry, I was drunk. I’m sorry.
I tried to smile on my lips, like a clown, and I said, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.
Six.
The next day, I was on the headlines, and I understood what Song Jin-cheng was saying.
There was no one on the third floor, and the whole venue was a good press, but Song Jin City and I were taken in a picture, Qing Qing Qing, with my face closed, and he bowed down in my shoulder, with his hair thin in his forehead, covering his eyebrow, which he would not have recognized had he not been the most familiar.
But no one dares to release such vague photographs without the approval of Song Jin-cheng, even if they were taken by the media.
My agent’s cell phone was blown up, and they were banging on the side.
I’m not sad and I’m not afraid. I’m just being genuinely confused. Why? I don’t understand the meaning of Song Jin-cheng.
I understood a few days later because I met Dong-hoon at an event.
And she saw me laughing, and she laughed, and she sneered at me: “I saw that picture, and it was good, and I bet Tazaki that you were his life’s daughter, and Tazaki laughed at me. You were so good for all these years. I’m sorry.
Then We realized, and then, after that, the pain of Song Jin City.
You see, this is Song Jin-cheng’s beloved man, whom she does not love.
She doesn’t love him.
I remember Song Jin’s tight eyebrow that day, and he deliberately put out this picture, all because he wanted to use me as a raft and test Tung’s attitude. I’m still wondering why I’m here to be a regular guest, and I think he must have been very frustrated at this moment, and I see the smileful twilight, the overwhelming certainty and the certainty that she doesn’t love him.
Then Dong Zheng turned away, and for some reason, I stopped her, and she turned in doubt, and I looked at her in silence. I said, “Miss Tung, I and Mr. Song broke up one year before he married you, and never saw him again. That was a misunderstanding. “Remember, Mr. Song has not betrayed you since he married you.” I’m sorry.
She looked at me like she didn’t know what I was talking about.
I’m the only one who knows why, and I think Song Jin-chung can test me as a raft, but I can’t bear to let his loved ones think of him like this. I can’t let me be the old prick between him and Dong-chul if he and he have a little chance in a long time.
If you truly love someone, then you will understand how I feel at this moment, but I’d like to give Song Jin a chance to be happy.
I really want him to be happy.
7
Six months later, I declared love, and I was a very high-level national actor with me. He knows everything about me, he’s gentle, he can give me good advice in life and work, he’s like an older man, he’s got no big deal and no big deal, but he’s safe with him.
A year later we got married and I got a present in the dressing room and my agent gave it to me. And I opened it, and it was a very common crystal ball, and it saved the whole pyrotechnic moment. It must have been a long time ago, when Song Jin City and I stood on the top of the World Trade Organization and watched the fireworks on the beach, and said, “The radiant clouds are scattered, and the beautiful things in the world are instantaneous. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe he remembers that now he’s got fireworks in this crystal ball.
“May you be like this fireworks, long and happy.” I’m sorry.
“I know it’s moving, don’t be impulsive, don’t be silly.” I’m sorry.
When the door in the dressing room was pushed, my groom stood by the door waiting for me to come, and I laughed and covered the box and walked towards him.
To my own future.
Like Song Jin-cheng said, I want to be with him long and happy.
Zhong Jin Zhong
One.
I’ve locked myself up in my study to make crystal ball, and Tazaki came to me.
He looked at a table full of material and trash cans and abandoned and finished products all over the floor. He asked me, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
What are you doing?
When the news of her marriage was leaked to me by the familiar media, I flew back from L.A. all night, and when my head came to me, I was driving downstairs in the car, looking at the lights in her house.
To tell you the truth, I always hated the fact that when she was separated from Qin, I didn’t think she was as clean as she could be.
I bought her a few properties to clean up. At first I did not find out, or one day, when a partner delivered me a box of pearls called Orviedo pearls, which were found in 1520.
I never had a big idea of these things, and I didn’t know why they opened a glance, and a tumble of pearls was embedded in a box. When I remembered Qin, she never liked to wear gold and silver, but she loved pearls, long necks with round pearl necklaces, and white skin like light.
Sometimes she spends the night with her, sometimes in the morning watching her sit in front of the dresser with makeup, black eyebrows, picky eyebrows, red lips, and then she opens up a jewelry box, white and white fingers rubbing through the box, and pearl earrings of all kinds, picking them out and scratching in the ear, and then leaning towards me, softly saying, “Is this good? I’m sorry.
And the plentiful pearl swayed under her ear, and with that face, it was all adorned with flowers.
I have not seen many women around me, but I have never broken them. It was as beautiful as the first time we met, when she came to me with her bodyguards and watched me with shame and said, “Hello, Mr. Song, my name is Qin.” I’m sorry.
My displeasure faded when I saw her face.
When she was young, she seemed to be early twenty years old, and young men were able to squeeze out water, far from the light road of the day. I still seemed to remember the redness of her face, spreading from her ear to her neck, shaking, but beautiful.
I was reminded of a full- mooned panther, a little twirling squirming with his fur and squeaking with his Qin like the leopard cat, so I swung my hand around the garden and held her face up.
And she who obeyed closes her eyes at my fingertips and moves like a butterfly with wings.
And when I saw the pearl, I thought of her again, so I left it alone, and delivered it to Tazaki, saying, “When you helped me give it to Qin, “Don’t tell her I sent it.” I’m sorry.
My gift to her after the break-up just simply felt that the pearl was right for her, but I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea that it was some kind of hype.
I’m a man who never eats grass.
It was only unexpected that, after a telephone call, Tazaki looked up to me with a smile and said, “It’s an empty sign.” I’m sorry.
He looked me up and down, and said, “You can’t do it, your little lover changed his phone number and didn’t tell you. I’m sorry.
Not just her cell phone number, but her Twitter private number. And I don’t remember what it was like to be in the mood, but it was probably a bit of a laugh, and Tatsaki threw the box at me and said, “Go yourself. I was lazy to find someone, just to deliver a box of pearls.” I’m sorry.
I held the velvet box upside down, and I didn’t know what I was thinking and actually drove to her place.
I knew that she had not been notified of the property I had bought her from the villa in the suburbs to the lower floor of the city, and that day I drove around the city and found out that she sold all the houses.
When the car was parked on the side of the road, I was so angry and laughed that the box with pearls on the sidecar would be thrown out of the window and the car would not return.
To that extent, the fool knows what she means.
Then Tazaki spoke of her, and said, “That Qin has been quiet and cruel. We thought she had been with you long enough because she was honest, and now it seems that she is honest because she really doesn’t love you, city. I’m sorry.
He always liked to watch the fun and talk and catch the opportunity to sarcastic me, and I didn’t listen to him.
The last time I met her was at some groceries, and I was the biggest investor, and she and the lead team came over to drink, and then I pretended to ask her in some room on the quiet third floor, “You changed your phone number?” Asaki’s trying to reach you. “Where do you live now? I’m sorry.
She said, “I’m just afraid that the old man will cause you trouble when he’s married, so I’ll take care of it.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know where she lives.
There’s a lot of things I need to focus on, and I can’t think about a woman I left behind. The time has passed, until today I knew she was getting married.
Two.
Qin didn’t tell me where she lived, but nothing I couldn’t find.
I put a cigarette on her downstairs, and the smoke of the twilight is rising, and I don’t smoke much, and I hate everything that’s addictive to getting out of control, and more often I just light up and smell the smoke, and that’s an environment that calms me down and gives me a lot of thought.
When I saw Qin at the end of the smoke, I was with a tall figure, two people dressed very well, with large bags in their hands, who had just returned from the supermarket, to be honest, I had never seen Qin like this.
She wears loose T-shirts, jeans, white shoes, black masks covering most of her face, but when one eye listens to the man next to her, it’s strange to have a quiet smile.
This is the one I’ve never seen.
In front of me, she was never like this, always full of makeup, even in a bathrobe. One word before me will have to be considered for a long time, lest any one of them upsets me, and Tazaki says that she is false, and she can be taken out of the red carpet at every moment near me.
It’s not an old-fashioned scene. I didn’t let her see me and drove away.
When I went back, I was sitting in an empty room, drinking, and I opened a TV that I hadn’t opened for years, and I didn’t think about it until I saw the groceries that they had.
The man who was with Qin was a famous actor, and they had a huge bunch of CP powder, and they didn’t need me to look for it, and someone cut them off.
And I sat alone in a dark room, to see her and his plan.
The sweet cut is a lot that doesn’t preclude the group from cutting it on purpose, but there is a scene that makes me feel like I’m in my throat.
The game she was in lost, and the penalty was jumping from a five-metre-high springboard to the pool, and Qin was afraid of heights and water, and stayed on it for a long time.
And the guests of the games were all standing at their sides, and only the man stood under her and looked at her, and said, “Don’t be afraid, I will follow you here.” I’m sorry.
The 5-metre-high impact, and the guests of the game were laughing at him, but only when Qin was looking down from the 5-metre-high springboard and looking at him very carefully.
The CP powder of both of them probably liked the scene, and the clips were characterised by a constantly spilling pink love, pink filters and, while they were looking at each other, a sweet song with no name.
And I remember a few years ago, when she was making an old play at Fujian’s, just as my heart came to visit, and there was a scene of her hanging Via from the cliff to the bank of the river below.
When Via failed to function, she suddenly landed at the bottom of the cliff in the middle of the air and rolled down. She ended up standing at about 5 or 6 metres above the bottom of the cliff, crumbling a plume of death and tears running.
There was a deep lake beneath the cliff, and the rescue could not be carried out, but she had to jump from above to the boat herself, when the crew tried everything she could, and I followed the rescue ship to the bottom of her position, looked at her head, and reached out to her and said, “I will catch you.” I’m sorry.
She looked at me with tears, and I wondered why she had so much trust in me for over an hour, and she almost closed her eyes and jumped at me.
And the great force came, and I fell back in the cabin with her in a shaky position, but I kept her in my arms, shivering with her in the arms: “Don’t be afraid, look, I have caught you. I’m sorry.
She shivered her eyelids, looked at me with her eyes wide open, and in the dark of her eyes was my smiling face.
I’m not a very patient person, but I’m curious, and I’m willing to play her sometimes.
When I was with Qin, I was a worthy lover, except for fear of trouble, and ultimately.
I don’t know where Qin’s chance to marry that man, but in my knowledge of Qin, the pool should be a great opportunity for them to change their feelings.
I called the director of the ensemble, and I got angry, and the total producer apologized on the phone.
But the depression in my heart is still alive, and I can’t sleep.
3
The lack of a good rest led to a bad mood the next day.
And she looked at me when she was driving to pick up Dong-chun, and she smiled at me: “No, Master, don’t be so angry. You don’t think you’ve had any trouble in your little life. Just think that I’m doing it to make you feel better and laugh and go away.” I’m sorry.
She thinks I look bad because we’re getting a divorce today.
Whatever the real mood, I’ve always been kind enough to apologize to her in front of her: “Sorry.” I’m sorry.
She shrugged her shoulders and looked at me, worried, and asked, “Are you all right? I’m sorry.
This unnamed agitation and depression cannot be directed towards humanity, and I return politely: “It’s all right. I’m sorry.
She never asked again.
I was married three years ago — about three years ago — and I don’t remember very clearly. She is a perfect person, a good wife, a good family and a very talented person.
The first time I saw her was when I was invited to speak at a graduate college, where she was a graduate student. My speech was very successful, and it was the privilege of those who had succeeded in their career, and, whatever they said, a group of students under my command took my word for it.
She was the only one who stood up with her hands up and threw her head against her head and threw a big eye at her, laughing, saying, “I don’t agree with you, Chief.” I’m sorry.
That’s funny. That’s the first time I’ve been called a senior since graduation.
I also remember her, a girl who smiled so brightly.
Our families were born, and then when she returned home, we started to get more and more, and I found that she was a very interesting person, and she was so passionate, and it was easy to laugh and get along with it.
And her father laughs sometimes when he talks about his business and eats: “My daughter does not know what she will marry. Only his father knows that no one will be reassured.” “Mr. Song can be assured.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the thong that was standing in the distance, and she was bored, and she was bowing down at the next table, holding the candy from the hotel, shaking in front of the kid, and leading him to the look of his hands and his eyes.
I can’t just laugh.
I really liked Dong Zheng, but then I heard that she had someone she liked and was trapped in love, and then it went down.
Then I met Qin.
Qin followed me for seven years, seven months and three months, and sometimes I wonder how a woman can stay with me for so long.
But for all these years, such an exception should be that there is only one woman, with the exception of her, probably no woman by my side for more than six months.
At the end of the day, she was the only one who, for some time, was the most incorruptible, and one of my friends, Shen Twilight, was the one who made the bet on whether he would accept me and become Mrs. Song.
I laughed at him, but it was nothing serious, and one day he called as if he had told me a joke, and he said, “Oh, shit, what’s your little girlfriend’s name?” Yeah, when she was in Qin, she came in and put in a bet. I’m sorry.
Shouldn’t.
I’m not going to fly on a branch and become Mrs. Song.
Shem Twilight looked down on her heart and asked me, “Oh, shit, how do you know?” I’m sorry.
Because I knew Qin well enough, I was so convinced until we split up.
She’s the most cozy of all of my women, and I don’t know how anyone can do that, except for the initial grinding and adaptation, and every time I look back, I feel like she knows what I want.
And she is not a submissive one, and occasionally there are women who are tender and tender, but within the limits of my tolerance, when I am good, it hurts, when I am tender, and when I pretend to be angry, and I am willing to make her feel good.
I think of her as my girlfriend’s pain, and sometimes I like to add a little word, because sometimes she comes out of inappropriate childishness and stupidity, and sometimes she asks me, “Will you go bankrupt?” I’m sorry.
That’s what I’m saying, to the extent that I’m making more than money. With what the mayor says to me, I’m going down, and the whole city’s GDP is back at least 10 years.
And I asked her why she had to ask me, “Because I thought, unless you went bankrupt, I would never get you.” When she said that, she looked up and laughed, and didn’t see it.
But I didn’t ask.
Men and women, without a long-term vision, cannot look into a more serious issue.
4
I was separated from Qin when I decided to marry Dong Qin.
It’s a game, and once I get married, I give my legitimate subjects a basic right — respect.
The decision to get married was a hasty decision. It was on a rainy night that I found a lost man on a wide road, and she cried all over her face, and said: Will you marry me? I’m sorry.
But whenever a woman asks you with tears, there are only two possibilities: that she loves this man, that she loves this man, that she loves this man, that she hurts her heart, so she breaks the jar and is ready to find someone.
Dong Zheng is no doubt the latter.
I didn’t think that one day, I would be connected to the word, when Dong Zheng was the only one who moved me, thinking that there was nothing in the world that I could not have, and that there was no one better suited to me to marry than Dong Zheng, that we were all in perfect harmony, family status, family perception, everything else.
I promised.
The prenuptial settlement of the date is my respect for the future wife.
And We wavered for a long time before We separated from Qin. That was only a few things that We did not know. My first acquisition of a teenager made me famous, and I rarely made mistakes, but I wasn’t sure.
And Tazaki was not used to me, so he went first and struck Qin, and then he came back and said to me, “The city is different from Qin. If you say that you are separated from her, she will not weep for you.” I’m sorry.
This is not a relief to me, but rather a suffocation, but I have to admit that he is right.
The day of separation was a beautiful day, the first time I drove the car that slow, and I thought of so many words on the way. I’ve never been so considerate. I don’t have to deal with things like this before, but I don’t want anyone else to see Qin’s embarrassment.
After more than seven years together, I’m going to give her her last respect.
As a result, the language on the road was not mentioned, and I was just talking to her while eating.
“The villa on the outskirts of the city, I’ve already found someone to pay you. I’m sorry.
“The last time you loved the car, I had someone order it from abroad, and I’ll send it to you in a few days. I’m sorry.
“The rest is in your account. You can see your account. I’m sorry.
Finally, I asked her, “Do you have any needs?” Whatever it is, I’ll meet you. I’m sorry.
Since I started talking, she’s been bowing her head to peeling oranges, and I don’t know why she’s been so happy to peel oranges with her hands. In my mind, girls are usually precious to their nails, making all kinds of nails, but she’s not, she’s clean, she’s got healthy moon teeth, powdered in white.
The night we first got together, she was stripping me of oranges, in a sealed room, and she sat at the table and was a little restless. She’s cute, and I can’t help but think about her, so I looked at her without saying anything, and she was grumpy, as if she were trying to ease the tension, and she took an orange out of the fruit plate of the table and laughed and said, “Mr. Song, let me strip you of an orange.” I’m sorry.
It was a fruit knife next to her, but she was silly to strip her hands, both of her hands were yellow juice, and I couldn’t help but smiled down and kissed her. She tried to push me with her hands down, but she realized that she had orange juice on her hands, so she put her hands on my shoulder, and struggled helplessly in the kiss gap. I’m sorry.
And I laughed: “Then be careful not to touch me.” I’m sorry.
That was her first time, because she was so nervous that half of the oranges were held in her hand by her death, and the whole bed line was covered in orange juice, of course, and more of the oranges came from her fingertips on the neck, and she shrunk under me, naked on her smooth shoulder, and she had tears in her eyes, like silver, i.e. shy and frightened, and asked me, “What should I do? I’m sorry.
She’s killing me.
I’ve been in love with oranges ever since.
I don’t like to eat hand-defeated oranges because it’s dirty, but I like to see her head down a little bit and peel them for me. She probably thought I liked it when she had to strip me twice, so every time I went, she would strip me.
Later, it became a habit.
Now this day, after I have asked her what she needs, she will hand over to me the full orange, and say, “Eat this orange.” I’m sorry.
5
And when Thong and I came out of the Civil Administration, she slapped me on the shoulder, and said: “O chief, I am sorry for you. I will take you for dinner.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stop laughing. We couldn’t talk about who was sorry.
Three years of marriage isn’t a good experience for either of us, and I always thought I liked Tung, but on the first night of the wedding, when Tung died, I realized I couldn’t kiss.
And I did not make it difficult for myself, so soon I let go of the twilight, with my eyebrow, and apologized to her, and she cried for a moment, and opened her eyes, and said: I am also sorry. I’m sorry.
The awkward atmosphere was swept away and neither of us could stop laughing.
Some people might be good friends, not close.
Then I asked myself why I couldn’t kiss, and at some point I didn’t want to admit it, I guess because I thought about Qin.
When I first kissed Qin, the day after I first met her, she was frightfully blindfolded, she grabbed the buttons of my shirt, and she was all twitched. I put her lips down.
“Easy.” She’s trying to relax, but it’s as if it’s even tighter, as if she’s dying.
I don’t know why, after separation, I think of her so often.
When he and Dong Qi were eating, she said to me, “Do you remember that you and Qin were on the news?” I’m sorry.
“We met a few days ago, and she explained to me that she had nothing to do with you, that she had broken up one year before we got married, so let me not get you wrong. I’m sorry.
“I’ve always felt sorry for you about getting married, but when Qin felt like a good person, if…” she stopped and drank until last minute to cover up, “Ha ha ha ha ha my own feelings are a mess. I’m sorry.
I remember this.
That’s the conglomerate. When I asked Qin’s new address and she didn’t answer, I leaned over and kissed her. Tung and I had already decided to divorce, but not yet, and I used my utmost restraint to overwhelm myself when I was about to kiss, because she held my hand in front of me and was afraid of shaking.
I can’t be so shameless. At least wait until after the divorce — that’s what I thought.
And then I ordered the press to send out pictures of me and her in the room, because the investor behind the choreography, when I went upstairs, I heard him talking to someone around him.
He said, ‘Hey, when the Qin had no knowledge of it, it was near that it was so strong-looking.’ I’m sorry.
I looked at him in cold and cold, and later the media gave him the picture. She looked up, and I buried my head in her shoulder, and my hair fell down, and it covered my five officers well, but it was enough for me to open up a protective net, to put her under my wing, and not to sound a warning to the uninvited eye.
I just don’t know how she met Dong-ho and why she said that.
But it was late, and I was sure she wouldn’t leave, and I didn’t think she’d decide to marry anyone so soon.
This uncontrollable emotion was only for a moment, when I went back to my place, lighted a cigarette, stood on a platform overlooking the view of the city and told myself so quietly in my heart.
I was born cold, and I really rarely cared for anything. If there was no one in Qin after the divorce, I would go to her, but I’m sure I wouldn’t marry her.
If I can’t marry her, I won’t bother her when she’s about to have a perfect marriage.
Because I can’t afford it.
After seven years, it’s a bit old.
I’m going to send her a new wedding, a list of gifts, one by one, and I’ve been dissatisfied for a long time. Tazaki came to see me and laughed at me: “What the hell?
A wedding? “Did he send you an invitation to marry?” I didn’t get it anyway. I’m sorry.
I didn’t tell the truth about the thought in my heart, but I found a reason: “After all, seven years, it’s been a long time. I’m sorry.
I finally decided to send her a crystal ball because someone put fireworks on the side of the river at night, and I remember one thing in the fireworks. It was a year when I showed her the fireworks on the top floor of the trade, and she said, “The radiant clouds are scattered, and the beautiful things in the world are transient.” I’m sorry.
When her eyes were so clear and so sad that I remembered the world apart.
I suddenly wanted to send her a never-ending fireworks.
The crystal ball I made myself, the chemistry of my science, the small color of fireworks, especially in crystal balls, is too much, and it’s not easily visible. I tried to pick one out of about a hundred materials, and then a little bit of color. Wall Street merger fight was easier than that.
But I did it before she got married, when I asked her to hand over the crystal ball to her broker, and then I wrote a new wedding message:
“May you be like this fireworks, long and happy.” I’m sorry.
She took it and told me to thank you.
It’s another night.
Six.
I was in the United States on the day of their marriage, from early to late at night, and I couldn’t say it was intentional, but Tazaki sent me a video of her marriage. A number of years ago, Tazaki was deceived by a woman and put on a green hat, when I made a terrible mockery of him, and after many years, he finally succeeded in revenge.
Before that, I never thought about how Qin was wearing a wedding dress, but the video was intuitive. She was beautiful, crying and wearing a white wedding dress and a ring from another man.
She’s done a lot of weddings, more than once through the dress, and only this is the most real one.
When I took off the video, I held my hand on my heart and seemed to tell myself in silence: It’s just a play, a real play, and when they’re done exchanging rings, someone will yell “card” at the marriage.
I tried to ignore the pain in my heart.
I told you, I hate everything that’s addictive and out of control. Qin is like my smoke. I’m sure I can control this out of control.
I did.
So she disappeared from my life.
But there’s a follow-up, and the pain didn’t disappear, but came out of nowhere long after you ignored it.
I first looked at her as a real wife, three years later.
She was just a little bored, so she went shopping with a date, bought a bag of shoes, bought makeup, went to the children’s dress, she looked at the children’s clothes, and laughed under her lips. I’m sorry.
When I was so foolish, I turned away and saw Qin.
She pulled her husband, who held a girl in her arms with a pink make-up, with her eyes very much like her, and looked at me without blinking, while she and her husband leaned together and picked out a dress for their daughter.
I’m standing there and my head is buzzing like a thunderstorm.
The lady behind me couldn’t see the color, the sugar of the cow, and when he looked at Qin, he asked me, “What’s the matter? I’m sorry.
Qin was probably passively stunned, looking towards me, and I felt like I wasn’t doing anything, but fortunately I didn’t. She was in a state of shock, and the sight moved from me to the woman next to me, and she settled.
“I was divorced three years ago. I’m sorry.
It’s weird and grotesque, and I didn’t do anything stupid, but Qin stopped and laughed at me, and we split up.
And then I went back, and I got so angry, and the girl grabbed my sleeve, and I slapped her in the face, and I knew that I was angry, but I lost control.
Eight years ago, when Qin and I split up, I didn’t feel like I was just used to it. Get used to being alone, and when she leaves home, she’s not comfortable.
Three years ago, when Qin got married, the pain was everywhere, and I thought it was simply out of control, but I was good at controlling out of control.
Three years later, when I saw Qin, I was standing before me with joy, and I had to admit that I had to suppress years of anger and jealousy from my heart.
When I like Qin, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do, I like to be out of control beyond what I can handle, and if I don’t, I have to satisfy myself.
I called Shen Twilight, and he had some private channels to deal with gray things. After all these years, I’ve rarely been involved in illegal things, and many things are insignificant after a certain level.
But this time, I wanted to do it.
When I got through the phone, I said, “Do a deal, you take care of one thing and get my tail clean.” I’m sorry.
He said, “I can’t help it.” I’m sorry.
The next day, when Tazaki found out about this, he rushed to find him, saying, “Are you crazy? I’m sorry.
I was silent and took a sip of water to get back to him: “You have the least say about this, Tazaki. I remember when you broke two legs, and if I go later, I can only collect the body for you. I’m sorry.
I never stabbed him with words that hurt him, and my brothers always knew the score and the bottom line, but this time I quickly started attacking him and didn’t want to hear him pierce the truth.
After all these years, it was still very powerful for Tazaki, who looked red, but didn’t say much, but beat me on the shoulder, and went on to say, “Gin City, when Qin can break up with you, he doesn’t love you, and if you don’t want to regret it, don’t touch her husband.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
7
Tazaki said she didn’t love me, and I sniveled.
She doesn’t love me, she just gets too good.
For the third year she was with me, one night I was a little drunk and woke up in the middle of the night and found someone touching my face. Her hand was light and light, slittling through my eyebrow, scrambling one inch by one inch, and finally stopped at my lips, and the warmness of her breath came close, and she leaned her head over my chest, and the whole body strangled.
I heard her mumbling, and she called my name out loud.
Song Jin-chung, Song Jin-chung, Song Jin-chung…
These unspoken love ends in lips and hides behind me at these ages.
I do not like the women around me to think about me, because it is a burden for me to expect the more thought is gained, the more demand is sought.
She woke up that morning and left.
I haven’t spoken to her for more than three months, and she called my assistant in the fourth month, and she didn’t say anything but ask, “The orange harvest on the farm, the man in the farm sent the oranges to me, and I sent them to him? I’m sorry.
Some women threatened me with suicide after they split up, crying out loud, asking me, “Do you have a heart? I’m sorry.
I’m just bored that some women think too much, and they have to be aware of what they want to be around me. We are all adults, and we are clear and clear, and I would like to think of nothing but money.
But Qin was different, like a ghost, and that night I told myself to give her another chance. I called her back and told her I was going to dinner tonight.
The moment I hung up on the phone, it seemed I could hear her crying.
And then she kept to herself, and we were safe.
Soon after she won the Golden Broom Prize, she came back with the trophy and started to cry in my arms, and I comforted her with my heart, and when she was impatient, she figured it out and looked at me, and said, “Oh, forget it, my best acting is not on the screen. I’m sorry.
She’s not on the screen, she’s just using the best acting on me, trying to play a person who doesn’t love me, thinking it’s her secret.
And I turned a blind eye to her glittering acting, and I made a qualified audience who was deaf and dumb, and never pry her careless thoughts.
But after all these years, all of a sudden I don’t want to be a qualified audience with deafness and dumbness, and I’m going to keep “please” the main character at the end of the curtain and come to me, and this time she’s not going to do her best to play a person who doesn’t love me, and I’m going to give her the greatest love.
Maybe one really only knows what he wants when he loses his real experience.
I finally understood after losing her.
What I want is simple.
Just the two of us.
I want her, forever and ever, only for me.
8
Shen twig’s arrangement was seamless, and her husband had recently made an old costume in some deep hill, equipment malfunctions, Via failed and missed, and there were too many ways to make him look like he died of an accident.
I didn’t know why before I did it. I looked for a chance to see her.
It’s as if it’s a normal “coincidence” and I’ve got a date and I pretended to meet her. She was at the playground with her daughter. She was halfway there when we said hello. In front of my daughter. She had an ice cream in her hand, and she had a very harsh tone: “No, no, but one bite.” I’m sorry.
With pink rabbit ears on her head, two ponytails on her back, and cute, she shakes her arm like a cow sugar on her arm: “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I just wasn’t ready. * She spits out a little pink tongue to her mother * I’m sorry.
When I looked at Qin, faced with the beauty of this little girl, she immediately shoved the rest of her ice cream into her mouth and opened her mouth to see it: “No, Mom is done.” I’m sorry.
The little girl was shocked and disappointed and cried.
I can’t stop thinking about it if… If this was my daughter from Qin and she asked me for ice cream, I’d probably have no principle in bringing her all the best ice cream in the world.
If … unfortunately not if. When Qin rose up and saw Me, there was a moment of twilight, and then he said to me, “Mr. Song.” I’m sorry.
And her eyes were as though I had been a little familiar with them for years without seeing them.
I tried to control my emotions for a while, just as the playground car went down the street, and her daughter came out of her ice cream grief and cried out with her hand excited: “Mom, the flower car.”
She was not struggling when the tide surged and her little body was flooded with stitches, and I bended down and held her up and she sat on my shoulder. Her little body, her fragrance, her soft little hand tower, was in my ear, screaming, “Whoa! Look!
Qin looked at me with surprise, with a slightly gruesome expression, saying, “Mr. Song…”
I don’t really like kids, I just feel loud and loud, and I wonder why I did it before I could. “Mom, let’s call Dad video, okay? I miss Dad. I’m sorry.
Qin looked at me.
Finally, she made a video call to her husband, and the little girl was very excited, sitting on my shoulder with her hands on his car, and finally, softly, “Dad, I missed you.” “When I went to see Qin, she stood by me, smiling at her husband, her.
Children, gentle eyes. When her eyelashes were down, it was like when I was peeling oranges.
Wait, look down, I see her long nails.
She loved me. I’m sure.
But when I’m around Qin, I’ll always be careful, and I’ll always suffer.
It’s very relaxing.
I have to admit, she was happy after leaving me.
I looked at the smile on her face and made a deal with myself. I thought I’d forget it. Forget it.
Forget it, let her live happily ever after.
The crowd is full of joy and joy, and I’ve been quiet for a long time in this glistening crowd.
Look at her and do your last farewell.
I don’t think I’ll ever eat orange again.
