In the morning, I jumped home and my newlywed husband was locked out.
“I’m older than you. Why do you care? I’m sorry.
I shot the door.
“I bought your Gucci and Cayenne.” I’m sorry.
I:
He’s really, trenches are inhuman.
“Don’t ever pull me out for a drink again. I’m sorry.
“Well, it’s forbidden to go home by 10:00…”
Under someone’s eyes.
I’m reluctant to call the “Fly Dogs” in order to explain.
“Boo, isn’t this about dust? I’m sorry.
Friends laughed over the phone.
And We had red ears, and We raised them to the side of the earth, and to the side of them We made a small and weak addition: I’m sorry.
Friends: “We have seen our wives and we have not seen our husbands. I’m sorry.
I:
I’m upset to hang up.
“No more.” I’m sorry.
I:
Looking at the shadow of his departure, I really feel like I’m on a thief’s boat and I’m afraid to come down.
That’s funny.
I’m a schoolgirl.
When he first met him, he was a sophomore.
A simple white shirt, with clear eyes, is nothing but an uncharacteristic look, with a book in hand and a laugh with a classmate, a young man’s sense of anger.
I’m so determined to chase him.
“I don’t want to regret it, I just want to tell you I like you. Can you be my boyfriend?”
I blocked his way back to the dorm.
“You may have regrets. I’m sorry.
I:
He finished.
I feel like the temperature is down.
If we don’t get him, then we’ll chase the others.
When he broke up with his predecessor, he made up stories about me, even spitting on me like he was licking a dog.
“Wasn’t she licking you?” I’m sorry.
There are good things to ask in front of the dust.
And when the dust pushes the eyeglasses, the wind returns: “It’s no shame to chase me, but it’s worse to look at me.” I’m sorry.
I:
The meaning of this sentence was translated by the students: Ye-min’s predecessor is not worthy of the dust-skinned shoes, and Ye-min’s vision is really worse than before.
I don’t know why.
And then the wind that was discussed turned into a comparison of the information of the past, the world, the face and even the length of the finger…
A comparison.
The former was so obstinate, but he was too afraid to actually go into the dust, even if he was talking about it in his mouth, it was just a hairless primary schoolboy.
Then I had little of the dust to share, and then I met again with my best friend who claimed to introduce her brother to me.
I thought she was messing with me, introduced her brother who was still writing homework, waiting for me to ask Kendrick.
Results.
I almost choked to death when I came in after the dust.
Perhaps the world is so small, and my best friend is happy to say, “My brother is your school, but not one of them.” I’m sorry.
I:
This time.
It’s just that it’s been so hard on my aesthetics.
It was also a white shirt, but it had matured and had a narrow shoulder and a body ratio that made it impossible to remove his legs altogether.
“Hey, handsome?”
My best friend picks up her eyebrow, and she’s very proud.
I can’t say anything, because I’m sitting right across from you.
When he saw me, he stopped for two seconds, and his eyes were flat and cold: “Hello. I’m sorry.
I:
I don’t think he’s mad at you.
I went back and I said I liked to keep the dust and let my best friend do something to help me get it, so my best friend came straight to me — a fake marriage.
It’s really crazy.
But it’s been a very good time to say yes, and I’m surprised to think he’s interested in me.
The fact is, however, that he was forced by his family.
I can’t help but wonder what he thinks of me.
I’m really angry.
I think I’ve taken the dust with my own breath… and I’ve swung a little whip… and beat the dragon like a knight, and I’ve been wailing.
But the ideals are always full and the reality is always boned.
It’s a fake marriage. It’s true.
The law is husband and wife, but there is no awareness of the duties of the spouses.
Instead, I took the money to control my behavior, and at first I felt he was young, left him to think he couldn’t afford it one day.
But.
If I let him go, I’ll find out he’s really, tm rich, more than it was in school.
He has also proved to be very interested in making money, and is now at this point, working and often sleeping in his study late at night.
I’m very frustrated, but not too obvious.
It’s like I like him so much.
He hesitated repeatedly.
I went back to my room to take a shower, dressed in my best nightgown, and decided to play a good wife and a good mother and bring warm milk to his study.
But.
And as soon as the door was opened, the dust raised up its jaw, suggesting that I should go out.
I noded my head, pointed my finger at the milk and walked towards him.
The sound of staff reporting on the computer is a language I don’t understand. It’s a transnational meeting.
Maybe it’s the light.
And the eyelashes that follow the dust, and the eyes are so glamorous, and the focus is killing me.
Unwittingly.
I had bad thoughts, I reached out, I lighted his legs.
With the dust on the cups, the rest of the glitter sweeps through my face, the throat rolls a little bit, and the milk is drinking slowly.
#%*
There’s talk on the computer.
We watched the dust with an innocent face, until he drained the milk, and the lips were drawn into a thread.
Plum.
With his fingertips, the meeting was suspended.
And We chose the lips, and We stole the joy from our hearts, and as soon as We were ready to touch him, he would have stepped on my slippers.
What are you doing? I’m sorry.
I can’t help it, awkward toes.
“Why are you rubbing my leg?” I’m sorry.
I: ?
I kept the table tight, but I didn’t think I had reached him, but I was blinded by his eyes, and I felt a little more shame.
“You…”
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
Look at me, look serious, wait for a reasonable answer.
Me, my feet, my cramps.
“Can I have my slippers back?” I’m sorry.
Next second.
“It’s late, go to sleep.” I’m sorry.
I:
I didn’t want to say much, but I went to the door and looked back at him.
Miss Ye. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
I smiled and looked at the dust.
“The bedroom is yours.” The study is mine. Next time, please don’t come in without permission. I’m sorry.
I: ?
I held the doorknob, and his attitude was so cold, I felt like I had to flatten my back, but I laughed, “Okay. I know. Excuse me. I’m sorry.
However.
Door one close.
The smile of my mouth is so strong.
I, again, have failed…
The last time I failed was when I took a bath.
I tried to pull the suture from the door, and he reacted very quickly, with his hands on the water, and he locked it back.
“Miss Ip, a man and a woman are not allowed. I’m sorry.
It’s very low on the dust.
“Oh, you don’t think I want to see you, do you? I’m sorry.
And I started saying, “Sorry. I just thought I forgot to lock the bathhouse. I’m sorry.
But I remember when he washed and wrapped his bathing robe so tight that he feared that the wolf of mine might see a small part.
After that.
He also fixed the guest house and left the main bedroom.
If there’s a chastity shop in modern times, I’m going to have to make one for you.
It’s just that it’s getting worse.
I have decided not to spare every opportunity for contact with dust.
Like, breakfast.
Because it’s a fake marriage, me and the rest of the food, it’s time to eat together, or not.
So far, I haven’t had a chance with him.
With my resolve, I set up five or six alarms, and I’m gonna get up early and eat with him.
The fact is, however, that I have been rolling on my bed several times and have been working hard to turn off the alarm clock over and over again.
Men are nothing…
Does it matter if I’m lazy?
More than 11:00.
I don’t know if I’m going to be home at noon, I don’t want to wear makeup and go downstairs.
Results.
I’m scared to walk without a few steps.
My mother sat on the couch with grace, with a few gruesome glimpses of me, with light tea, as if she had not seen me, facing towards the kitchen.
I was stuck and I looked in the kitchen.
He’s down and he’s working on cutting.
“Tell me about the girl I chose for you. Who’s worse than her?
You’re so full of shit, you’re gonna have to marry her.
Look what time it is. The daughter-in-law married into the house and had to cook for herself. I’m sorry.
Say it.
And Gu’s mother looked at me with a stunned face: “Ah, wake up, I’m quite direct, don’t take it personally.” I’m sorry.
I:
I’m in the way of my mouth, and I don’t know how to answer her.
After all.
When she listened to the dust to marry me, she refused to live and cried, and it was too easy for me and for her to marry.
“Mom, you talk a lot. I’m sorry.
It is as if it is a simple fact to continue with the gloom.
I’m a little embarrassed.
It suddenly turns out to be like this for everyone, even his mother.
“I’m not thinking about you?”
“If you don’t set her up right now, you’ll serve her.” I’m sorry.
I:
After that, Gu’s mom looked me in the eye.
The atmosphere was so tense.
I left my soup bowl on the table, I didn’t even look at it.
“I didn’t marry her to cook for me. I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes, you can do it!”
Gu’s mom suddenly yelled.
I’m shaking, I can’t talk, I can’t.
I’m looking at the sights of my mother.
I just thought that the whole person was going to be frozen until she left, so she didn’t breathe until she stood on the couch.
“Sorry, she’s got a bad temper. The voice is bigger. I’m sorry.
Quick talk about the dust.
I smiled, and I was like, “Well, don’t apologize. I’m fine. I have a big voice. I’m sorry.
Voice down.
The hands of the utensils that follow the dust and the sun shines at me, and the eyes are somewhat ambiguous.
Can’t wait for me to react.
So he pulled his chair and whispered, “Come on, Miss Ip. I’m sorry.
Emmm.
Suddenly there’s a feeling of flattering, what’s going on…
“Uh…”
I’m stunned, unconsciously trying to walk, but looking at the shape of the dust shirt, walking, cleaning my throat, laughing:
“Can you give me ten minutes? I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
Take care of the dust.
I said, “I’ll put on a makeup.”
Diving dust: …
Ten minutes later.
I’ve got chopsticks, and I’ve dialed the broken hair of my ears, and I’m laughing at the sound:
“Wow, eat well. I’m sorry.
The sound of the dust is light. I’m sorry.
I:
“Oh. I’m sorry.
I’m a little depressed.
“Thank you for the compliment.” I’m sorry.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
My best friend heard the wind and came to see me.
“Hey, is Auntie bothering you? Are you okay? I’m sorry.
“It’s okay…”
I’m in the couch, I’m in my arms, I’m in my pillow, I’m looking at her.
“All right?”
And of the eyes of the befriend, he turned away with his face: “You are going to have your mouth covered in your ears.” I’m sorry.
I’m embarrassed to laugh.
My best friend blinked and looked at me like she was smiling.
“What’s the matter? I’m sorry.
I:
I didn’t think I’d be happy to have a little mild reaction, and I didn’t even touch his progress.
“I’ll take him sooner or later. I’m sorry.
I held on to my pillow and I opened my mouth.
But when it’s over, there’s nothing in it.
And my best friend saw through me, whispering, “Come on, don’t break your heart.
He hasn’t been in love since he was a kid. I’m sorry.
It’s over.
She added: “Friendly reminder: a knife on the colored head.” I’m sorry.
And I laugh, “He’s got a face, a knife, and I can bear it.” I’m sorry.
“You tm…”
“Oh, my God! I’m sorry.
I’m so scared, but I can’t stand to lose.
“Give me a copy of his schedule. I’ll take care of him! I’m sorry.
Best friend: …
No way.
It’s too tempting for me to keep that face.
The way the meat can see, the way it can’t eat, it scratches my heart.
Gu’s group.
I was wearing a beautiful red dress, and I pushed the sunglasses, and as soon as I was ready to enter the elevator with grace, one hand stopped me.
“Well, I’m looking for dust. I’m sorry.
“Sorry, miss. Need an appointment. I’m sorry.
An appointment?
I’m a little sleepy and I’d like to make a phone call to Koshio, but I’m afraid he’s working and I can only send him a message.
Who knows, I just got off the phone and he called.
I was so scared, I almost fell off my phone, and I kept being gentle in my panic:
Hello.
“I’ll have the assistant pick you up. I’m sorry.
I’m happy, I can’t help but say:
“Oh, yeah, but I’ll go up and I won’t bother you at work. I’m sorry.
“If you disturb me, you know the consequences.” I’m sorry.
I:
I’m just trying to shake it.
It’s like I’ve had a lot of cold water pouring on my face.
I suddenly lost interest, but when the assistant came down, he went up.
I’m a free designer because he doesn’t drink and dance, and I’m not alive lately.
I’m kind of holding my breath, waiting to take him off and spit.
I swear, before I saw his face, I was really angry.
But.
And when I entered the office, the fragrance of my face filled my heart with tremors, and the sight of my eyes was the light, but delicate face.
“Mr. Gu, this contract, please. I’m sorry.
This is the project report this week. I’m sorry.
Mr. Gu…
I’ve been waiting for you.
I’ve listened to you for a long time, but I’ve dealt with everything in an orderly manner, and it’s not over until after hours.
“Well. I’m sorry.
I was a little tired with my eyes on my shoulder, and I thought it was in a dream.
“Honey, rice, hungry.”
“Speak humanly. I’m sorry.
The sound of the dust is cold.
“I’m hungry. I’m sorry.
“What do you want to eat?” I’m sorry.
I’ve got my lips on my lips and I’ve been thinking, but thinking about it, my attention has suddenly shifted.
He’s close.
The collar of the shirt is open so that you can see the collarbone at once, and the larynx is slightly strung.
“Think about telling me. I’m sorry.
Keep your eyes open, and your bones will be lifted and your buttons will be tied without trace.
“Why are you wearing buttons? I’m sorry.
I’m starting to know.
“I’m not hot. I’m sorry.
I:
I couldn’t help but laugh and sit directly across his desk and look at him.
Look at me, look at me, look at me, and look down for a second:
“What do I want to eat now? I’m sorry.
“I want to eat a wife’s cake! Couple of lungs!”
Diving dust: …
I can’t stop looking at the dust, and my lips are soft, and I’m going to order.
Wait for the meal.
I’m already starving on the table, but I can’t help but read the cheers coming out of the office.
“Come on, everybody, the boss is buying! Finish this list and give us a paid vacation! I’m sorry.
“Thank you, boss.”
The incandescent lamps are smelling.
I don’t have to be envious of the staff.
In fact, when I graduated, I thought about finding a place to stay, going to a company, trying to stand by him.
But!
This job is very well-paid and the interviewer is a volume.
Unfortunately.
My second interview got thrown out…
It was really poor and it was really bad.
I have nothing left but a basic information document, and my family is rushing the candidates so as not to waste their student status.
But my dream is design.
When I dream of not feeding myself, I’m embarrassed and I don’t want to bow.
Owing to rent, water and electricity, the landlord ran behind his ass every day.
Good thing I met him.
It’s good to see him.
It’s like there’s a flashpoint for years of memories, and the feeling of love is starting to get out again.
“Aren’t you hungry? Come here. I’m sorry.
When you’re done with the dust, the assistant puts the meal on the table, so I don’t have to look at it.
I bend my lips and introduce myself, “Hello, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yemin. I’m sorry.
“Hello. Hello, I’m General’s assistant, Tampai. I’m sorry.
Tampai?
I’ve got my eyebrow, and I don’t know why it’s a name.
Isn’t he my interview officer?
I was just about to open my mouth, and Tampai shook his head at me, and I laughed and shut up.
“When are you going to see each other? I’m sorry.
Reclining on the sofa, and tearing open the bamboo chopsticks.
“Uh, I’ve got things to do. I’m sorry.
Tambak’s on his way out.
I sat by the dust, rubbed my hands with a wet towel and opened my lunch box.
“Why are you staring at Tampai?”
Question the dust.
I’m holding food and hearing it, and I’m laughing at it: “Why don’t I stare at you?” I’m sorry.
“It’s too soon to get married to you, to look at you, and fear you’re a commercial spy.” I’m sorry.
I:
That answer is really impeccable.
I want to laugh at him for no reason, and I want to look at him with my lips: “Yeah, I’m a spy. I’m sorry.
♪ To the dust ♪
“I’m the spy who stole your heart.”
“It’s a little bit of the dust, and it’s a little bit of the eyebrow.” I’m sorry.
“No, I’m telling the truth. You’re the only one in my eyes.”
“Eat and eat.” I’m sorry.
I dare say, “Okay, listen to my husband.”
Diving dust: …
I blinked and looked at him until he opened his mouth, and said, “Can’t you go too far with the marriage certificate and call you husband?” I don’t mind you calling my wife. I’m sorry.
Diving dust: …
I guess I can’t say that I started to keep my mouth shut, and my heart was like a jumping bird, and I started calling my husband.
“Honey, I’m gonna eat that. I’m sorry.
Keep the dust in front of me.
“Honey, I’m cold.”
Raise the temperature of the air conditioner as a matter of dust.
Today’s dust is as if I had been allowed to drink, and my eyes are turned around and I laugh, “Honey, I want to drink.” I’m sorry.
A glass of warm and white from the dust.
I:
“Honey, I want a hug. I’m sorry.
The way the dust opened the door was a little stiff and looked at me.
I went straight to him and tried to hold his waist, but he put his hand on his head before he touched it.
190cm on 168cm.
I lost.
“Just a hug. I’m sorry.
“We are falsely married. I’m sorry.
So he looked at me in the dark and in the white, and downed his voice, and wondered whether that was what he said to me or to himself.
But.
At least I can feel that he’s a little off guard, though I still don’t hold him.
Close to home.
“Get out of the car. I’m sorry.
Ye Min?
“Wake up. I’m sorry.
I leaned on the car seat, looking at it, and I couldn’t stand to see it, but I didn’t want to leave the dust and open the door.
Plum.
I was a little disappointed and I felt like my door was open.
Quite a breath.
With one hand on my waist, the warm breath is flaunted in the neck.
And We suffocated and laughed so hard that, when the dust lifted me up, We reclined in his arms and surrounded his neck.
Let him take me into the house and take me to the main bedroom.
But I’m surprised.
Then he put me on the couch, and suddenly he whispered, “You can wake up.” I’m sorry.
I:
I had a little rush to think he saw through me, opened his eyes, looked at him, smiled.
And the eyes of the dust shall be upon them, and their eyes shall seem to be free, and they shall whisper: “It is not too early to sleep. I’m sorry.
“Take care of the dust. I’m sorry.
I panicked to hold his tie.
And at the moment that was close to Us, he held the bed by his hands, and his breath became short.
This distance, I’m ideal.
I wanted to kiss him.
But fearing that he’d go too far, he’d be angry, he’d come in front of him and see him without hiding, he’d kiss his face, look at him seriously, and laugh:
“Good night, honey. I’m sorry.
It’s like you’ve suddenly gone back to the gods.
That moment.
And We saw his ears red, and if he looked at me in my absence, he walked out of his room and closed the door.
Pale in bed.
I looked up at the ceiling, and I couldn’t stop smiling, and I had fun rolling.
However.
Not long.
It’s a business trip.
I couldn’t live up to my joy when my house was empty.
When are you coming back?
I’ve never felt anything like a failed interview.
A week apart.
I couldn’t bear to make a decision, but I didn’t think…
Ten meters away.
When a woman cried, she jumped into the dust, and when I came closer to see the face, the whole man was numb.
It’s Wang Wan.
That’s what she wrote.
To that end.
I’ve had a big fight just to question why I’m being so free from all this.
The day was dark.
She was proud to hide behind her roommate’s back, and she showed me an unexpected answer.
Because I’m a normal person.
In her view, ordinary people like me should live in the mud, not think about the dust.
“Let go now or I’ll call the police. I’m sorry.
I was pulled back from my numbness by the cold sound of dust.
“What is wrong with me and what is worse for me than that woman?” Are you blind?”
Tambak came in haste and pulled the wank.
And when the dust is gone, it is said, “If you are not blind, you should know that it is public and that I am a man of women.” I’m sorry.
Worried to look at the dust, and by accident saw me standing on the side, with a cold face.
But.
Without a chance to speak, Tampai pulled her in the car and couldn’t see me.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
Looking at me, apparently a little surprised.
I saw him look bad, I walked over, I didn’t laugh, I missed you, but I whispered:
“I want to see you. I’m sorry.
“Don’t talk like this in public.” I’m sorry.
I looked up at him, smiled, tried to hold him, and he stuck his head and held his arm back.
I didn’t take my hand off the dust, but it wasn’t natural.
It’s like hanging out in a playground on campus, keeping an eye out for the headmasters.
Had to say.
No wonder a lot of people don’t like exotic love and meet again with the dust, and I feel that he’s a little bit more prepared for me, so that I can only hold on until his attitude is softened.
Thanks to the hotel attendant, I’d say, there’s only one room.
This time, I finally lived in the same room with Kosumi.
“Leave and sleep.” I’m sorry.
As soon as we’re ready to eat this time, let’s remind ourselves that I might have taken advantage of my mouth, as I did last time.
“Okay, listen to your husband. I’m sorry.
Diving dust: …
I am pleased to respond, because today’s cheap mouth is no good, and what I look forward to most is the sleep chain.
Bath’s over.
I washed my underwear, and I put it on the shelf in the bathroom, and it was clear that it was two seconds before I opened the door.
I’m supposed to be on the bed watching TV.
Plum.
With the door closed, I heard the anti-lock.
Cut. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but hear the sound of water pouring, and I couldn’t help but look at two glass doors.
Perhaps from the first sight of the dust, I thought of old age with him, and even of the graves that follow.
Now.
At last, I just feel like I’m worth what I’ve been through.
Now I have the money to have a room and a car and he might have a baby later.
I thought I’d start with the pillows and roll over to see that the dust was washed.
“What are you doing?”
Go ahead and pick it up.
The white bathrobe appeared to be a little short on him and showed muscled long legs.
I saw, I saw, I went in, I saw where I was:
“When you sleep together. Come on.”
Take the dust down and get closer.
I blinked and had a little bit of fun, but I didn’t think he would pick up a bed and walk to the couch, lying on the couch.
I:
“To the dust…”
I’m a little depressed.
Keep your eyes closed and your mouth shut.
When the light turned off, the house went straight into a coma, and I looked at someone on the couch and closed their eyes.
After that, the dust became colder.
Sometimes I get a little tired, I feel like I’m chasing, and I feel like I’m getting close to the water tower, and I can get months first.
Gradually.
And I began to walk in and out of the dust, and even to call him my husband, and he would turn away from his kind of acquiescence.
“Honey, let’s go have steak today. I’m sorry.
I held the table and laughed at the proposal.
I looked at the dust, and I had a small face and a faint voice:
“When I finish the meeting, I’m sorry.
“Okay.”
I responded and started a long meeting waiting, sitting there drinking milk tea, which was somewhat sleepy.
Yemin. I’m sorry.
The voice of Wang Wing.
I waited for two seconds to see her look as contemptible as she was before, and I didn’t want to talk to her.
And murmuring, and whispering, “I don’t know what kind of trick you’re playing, and I’m going to marry you, but I think there is one thing you need to know.” I’m sorry.
And We covered our lips, and behold, the brain filled her with words such as, “What is there in the dust?”
But.
I didn’t think she was throwing out a piece of information that looked like some time ago.
It’s about years of storytelling, and I recall my family structure, which is so simple and healthy that, even though I am a single parent, I should have nothing against my family.
“Sorry, I don’t want to know.” I’m sorry.
Wing is not in a hurry. Slowly opened the document and threw me a list.
A few names on that list.
I remember very much that I was interviewed with me and that I was sharing experiences at the end.
But.
Strangely, they’re all in the final interview and they’re under me.
“Where did you get this? I’m sorry.
I’m a little overwhelmed.
“Will you not look at the stamp below?” This is Mr. Gu’s internal file. The custodian was your interviewer, Tam Bai. I’m sorry.
It’s over.
As if I was afraid that I would not understand, and whispered, “So tell you, you are in the front row, and you were elected, but you were kicked, and ordered to follow the dust, and perhaps you were disturbing him.” I’m sorry.
Wing-wing’s words sound like a thorn.
I looked at the file, looked at the red seal, and felt my hands were shaking.
“Why should I believe you?” I’m sorry.
“If you don’t believe me, then ask your colleagues at the company, ask about the dust, see who can change the list and who has the guts to change it, except for the dust.” I’m sorry.
I:
“Oh, I think I understand that it’s too soon to know what kind of person I like to find. Think about it, it’s best to hate someone who doesn’t feel bad for you.
“You shut up!”
I held the milk tea in my hand, and the noise broke.
Brake that.
The glass of plastic is twisted and twisted by me, and the milk is spilled on my hand, on my clothes, and I’m drawn through the fabric of my clothes.
“What, being so angry?”
“I heard that you have been given a lot of packs, it must be your reward, and you should know it.” I’m sorry.
Wang Zhu is becoming addictive.
But I have no right to rebut it, because every moment of dynasty seems to indicate that she is reasonable and nothing is wrong.
It’s just that I’m too immersed in this beautiful dream.
I didn’t want to cry in front of the waning, but when I left, I stood at the stairwell without knowing where to go.
He went down the stairs without a clue.
Cell phone rings.
There’s a message coming from Zhu Dust: You can’t go.
Watch the news on the screen.
I’m a little lost.
The secret room.
I hear someone calling me, but I feel like I’m exhausted and I can’t answer.
Ye Min! My mother-in-law has called you so many times. I’m sorry.
Gu’s mom ran in front of me.
I looked at her, my eyes were damp, and I hit her, and I cried.
“Hey, you, why are you crying…”
My mother looked at me with her hands and legs, and took out the towels with her eyebrows, and gave me her hand to shed tears: “I will say something and you will cry.” I’m sorry.
Tears are rubbing more and more.
I held my mother in tears and choked.
“What’s wrong? Don’t cry. Tell Mom something. I’m sorry.
“Yo, don’t cry. Mom’s your boss. I’m sorry.
“What happened?”
I don’t know.
I can’t breathe, I can’t help my head.
It seems as if the countless bitterness of the past has been raging at this moment, mocking me and treating him again as suffering.
“Kids, come on, you’re crying. Mother’s heart hurts. I’m sorry.
“What happened? Tell Mom. I’m sorry.
Mom’s anxious to ask.
But I can’t say it, like I can’t ask you that.
Keep going.
Is that how you hate me?
I hate to tamper with my life.
Late at night.
And I turn around, and it is hard to sleep, as if all the happiness I thought before had been a sharp blade, now piercing my heart.
Tears fall in the eye.
I suffocated and I woke up trying to pour water in the kitchen.
Who knows.
As soon as we got close, there was a whistling of her mother’s reprimand, and there was an unmatched response.
The gunpowder tastes more and more.
My mother’s hands are on her back, and all the languages are scolded.
In rare.
She means…
“What are you up to, just like your father?
If you work, you don’t need life? What’s the difference between you and the robot? I’m sorry.
“It’s important tonight. I’m sorry.
Pick up the water cup in one hand with the dust, sip it, put a long hand on the glass and turn your head away from looking at your mother.
“What matters to your wife? I’m sorry.
Mama Gu is still angry.
Next second.
Keep your chin tight, your eyes cold to your mother, and say:
“Every, something. I’m sorry.
Voice down.
Gu’s mother is dead.
I am also frozen as a lightning strike, and I am glad that the living room at this moment is dark.
Fuck off!
Mom’s screaming.
I have some of the Kurasars who hide behind me, fear one step later and their self-esteem will be shattered.
It’s not dark to watch the dust.
I’ve never had despair, like drowning in the ocean and losing all my strength.
After that day.
I did not dwell on the dust, but I kept my distance from him.
Maybe.
He rejoiced in it, without words, and I planned to leave.
Move out? I’m sorry.
My best friend surprised me.
I’m down on the house, and I’m calculating the price, and I’m whispering:
“Yeah, my house’s been rented out for five years. I’m going to find a house first. I’m sorry.
“Why are you moving? I’m sorry.
“Oh, no. I’m sorry.
I tried to stay calm, look at my best friend and laugh:
“I’m the one who’s bullying him. How can I be bullied…”
“Friendly” said, “Have you seen the last time when you laughed like a fool, and he fell in love with him, how could you let him be bullied? I’m sorry.
I:
I looked and I laughed.
I feel like I’ve been stabbed and I’m ashamed and afraid to reveal myself.
In my best friend’s eyes, I’m still stupid.
And in his eyes.
I’m just afraid of being a funny, pathetic clown, and he’s hitting on me, and I’m so happy.
“Did he really bully you?”
Best friend scout me, start slitting my sleeve.
“None. I’m sorry.
And We seized her, and We took her away, a little, and We took her away. I’m just trying to find a place to live alone for a while. I’m sorry.
“Friendly” said, “It would have been better if he had not, or even his brother, I would have cut him.” I’m sorry.
I:
The house leaks all the time.
I don’t want my parents to notice anything but money, and it’s not too long before I see my pockets.
In difficult circumstances.
I thought about the wedding ring between me and Twilight.
This wedding ring cost me most of my savings, but he never wore it.
I asked him a few questions:
“Why don’t you wear it?”
“No one is required to wear it. I’m sorry.
Keep the dust coming back, impeccable.
I never thought he wouldn’t wear it, either he didn’t want it or he wouldn’t.
After all.
This ring is nothing but a dime for me, even if it’s expensive.
In meditation.
I feel like I’ve got God’s perspective, and I’ve seen the truth over and over again.
I don’t like Yipmin.
“I’m sorry, for sale alone, this price, it’s hard to say. I suggest you sell a pair. I’m sorry.
It’s very euphemistic.
I’m a little demented, the ring in Moose’s hand.
I haven’t spoken to you in a long time, and I don’t even know how to talk to him…
It seems that I have gradually lost the courage to speak to him.
I’ve done all kinds of things to him in the past, and now it looks so ridiculous.
“What are you buying?”
The sound of dust is suddenly coming.
I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve been taking the ring, and the shopkeeper says,
“This lady is here to sell wedding rings. I’m sorry.
I:
Keep your eyes down.
“Did you bring the ring?” Just in time. It’s a good deal to sell together. I’m sorry.
“You’ve been busy with this all this time? I’m sorry.
Look down at me like I made a big mistake.
I got the ring in my hand, my head down, my voice was a little squeaky:
“It’s useless to keep it without it.”
“You need money?”
“You need money to speak to me.” I’m sorry.
I had a ring in my hand, and I felt that my hand had to be stamped out, and it was so painful: “We were just getting married.”
Ziddam.
The shopkeeper’s cell phone was not steady and hit it on the table.
As the eyes of the dust faded, the shopkeeper immediately took his cell phone to the side and heard nothing.
“Give me back the ring. I’ll give you your bag and your car, and I’ll give you your depreciated money. I’m sorry.
This is all I want to do.
And he took a deep breath and looked down at me: “Did I ask you to return?” I’m sorry.
I looked, “I’ll pay back.” I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
I was tired and I wanted to wait until I had the money to leave, but I couldn’t help it: “Let’s get a divorce.” I’m sorry.
And as the dust recedes, there is no squeaking.
And We looked upon him, and thought he had not heard it, and repeated: “Let us divorce.” I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you eat steak with me? I’m sorry.
Somehow.
I’d like to laugh at him like he cares about my emotions.
I’m kind of broke, too.
“No, I want a divorce. I’m sorry.
Keep your jaw tight, as if you were confirming my words.
“Give me a reasonable reason. I’m sorry.
“It doesn’t make sense that my parents are old and I’m looking for someone to marry. I’m sorry.
I smiled at him so easily that there was no serious thing as always:
“I want to have a baby. That’s a good reason. I’m sorry.
Diving dust: …
It’s a silence.
I took my bag and left, and I whispered, “Please find the ring.” Give it back to me if you find it.
If you can’t find it, make it cash. I’ll give you the unit price. I’m sorry.
That said.
But I couldn’t wait for the ring to appear and my heart still stinged.
I don’t know where to throw it.
If I can’t wait for the ring, I’ll pack all my bags and think of someone to leave.
But.
I haven’t come to the door yet, and I’m looking at the door of a dusty, dusty servant, who should have worn a fine suit, with a crooked tie.
“Where are you going?”
Keep your hands on the door and look down at me.
“There’s a divorce agreement on the table. I’ve signed it. Look, just sign it. I’m sorry.
I’m holding the stick in the trunk and answering the question.
“I won’t sign.” I’m sorry.
I’m a bit laughing, and I’m saying to him, “You’re not going too far, are you?” I’m sorry.
That moment.
“It’s too sudden for me to explain to my mother. You can’t leave here until I explain. I’m sorry.
I:
“I can explain. I’m sorry.
“No need. I’m sorry.
I have no idea what to say.
He took my luggage and left it behind.
“You don’t want a ring. I’ll find it. I’m sorry.
I:
I don’t know how long he’s looking for it, but I really want to leave, just shy.
After trade-offs.
I’m still here to start the crazy order job.
That’s ridiculous.
I tried to get close to him, but now I try to leave him.
“Well, ok, can fine-tune. The speed of production could be accelerated, but the price was not negotiable. I’m sorry.
“Today, Thursday, I’ll give you next Friday. I’m sorry.
Picking up stainless steel clips and sticking my hair, I sat on the floor, shoved glasses on my face, and ate and sold, and responded to the message.
I don’t know.
My whole month of work has been full, and if I do it well, I can make a small profit.
Plum.
The house was suddenly opened.
I’ve got a face in my mouth and a subconscious.
When you look at me with a red wine box in your hands, you clearly have a glimpse of surprise.
“I didn’t text you. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
I’m stunned, looking at the message on the phone, 99+, thinking that I’ve removed his top, and I’ve got a bit of a tumbler in my head:
“I don’t see it. I’m sorry.
“Why did you see it before? I’m sorry.
I’m not happy, I’m not happy, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
“You don’t look, or you don’t see? I’m sorry.
I close my eyes, close my phone, and continue to pull my cool face:
“So did you not return my information on purpose, or did you really not see it? I’m sorry.
Most afraid of the air being quiet.
I know the answer now, but it’s the reaction to the dust that makes me sad. I don’t understand. I used to think he was really busy.
“I’m busy at work. I’m sorry.
I bowed, “I have work to do, too. I’m sorry.
It’s over.
And when he spoke, I said, “Don’t speak, don’t speak. I want to eat. Don’t speak to me again.” I’m sorry.
Diving dust: …
It’s as if it’s just a way to calm the mood, then lean on the sofa, fold your legs and watch me eat.
He’s a man with a strong sense of oppression.
I didn’t lift my head, I ate my noodles, and finally I couldn’t hold on to it, trying to lighten up the movie on my phone and pull the progress strip.
As a result, the characters in it shouted, “I want a divorce!” I can’t live another day! I’m sorry.
I:
It’s a little awkward.
And I pulled again, and the part cried, “Whosoever is not divorced, he is a dog.”
I swear.
I really didn’t mean to do that. It’s big data…
In the end, I turned off my phone, and then I rose up and left, and when I looked up, it was just his suit.
Maybe it’s because I’m busy, and I’m getting closer and closer.
At 2:00 in the morning.
I was crouching in front of the fridge looking for ice, and there were footsteps behind me, with a little back-up, a long, white hand opening the freezer, and a box of strawberries.
I’ve got ice, I just want to get out of here, but I don’t want to talk.
“The ring, I won’t return it.”
“Then you can make it happen.” I’m sorry.
One hand on the table, one hand on the dust, one hand on the table, and the slow swirling with strawberries.
“No less. I’m sorry.
And my head was buzzing, and I was kind of on fire: “I’ve packed those bags and cars, and I’ll give them back to you as soon as you give them back. I’m sorry.
And follow the dust: I said, I will not return. I’m sorry.
“You…”
I kept my hands on him and looked at him like he was straight.
“I’m ready to pay you back. Why don’t you pay me back? I’m sorry.
“You can sue me. I’m sorry.
I:
I grind the back teeth, I really want to bite the dust, but I can only do it with reason:
“We’re a fake marriage, the ring is useless. I’m sorry.
“You don’t need it?
Go straight to the question.
I:
I can’t even say a word he’s blocking, and I’m seriously skeptical that he’s trying to kill me.
“Let’s go! I’m sorry.
I had to turn around and go.
“In the light of the dust, look at me, and whisper:
“You were willing to buy it, which means you wanted to live with me, and we’ve been given this, so why don’t we try it, my body is fine and I can have a baby. I’m sorry.
I:
I’m really laughing.
“You don’t think I’m married just to have kids? I’m sorry.
“What else do you have to ask for? I’m sorry.
Had to say.
Businessmen are merchants, and his tone, and even every word that comes out, makes me feel cool and like a business.
That moment.
“I don’t need a husband who thinks everything matters to me.” I’m sorry.
I thought I could control myself.
But when it comes to everything, I just feel like my heart has to stop, like I’ve been rubbed over and over with sandpaper.
Strawberries fall on the ground.
Look at me with your hands on the table and try to say something.
But.
I don’t want to hear a word.
After that day there was nothing to say between Us and the dust, but he passed through Us from time to time.
Every time I open the door and pour coffee.
He’s all here.
When the eyes were up, they were all faceless, as if they could only hear a tiny breath, and the night was becoming more and more heavy.
If it is necessary to describe each encounter in one word, it would probably be without a word.
I don’t know.
The work has been improving, and I’ve been working on it, and I’ve been running a collaborative meeting under the line sometimes, so I’ll take it as an afternoon tea.
Just.
I didn’t think that I was rushing to the cafe with my work, and I was keeping the dust, and I was negotiating with a middle-aged man.
Ye Min?
Mr. An Zheng smiled and waved at me.
I had a second, and I didn’t think Ang-chan was sitting at the next table in the dust.
Could be a delusion.
I have a feeling of being caught and raped, especially for the moment when I’m watching.
“If it wasn’t for the same department, I wouldn’t have been able to meet you. I’m sorry.
An Xin smiles.
I’m embarrassed to put down my collection, stand up straight and talk to Ang-chul, and start talking about an authorization agreement.
But.
The awkward thing is, I completely forgot my design, id was on the protocol, and Anjin read it:
“Wasn’t duster? What does that name mean? I’m sorry.
What’s the meaning?
I was a little helpless, and I resisted the light of dust, and I laughed:
“Whatever it means. I’m sorry.
Right now.
I’ve regretted what I did.
“It’s nice to work with you, can we have dinner tonight?” I’m sorry.
I tried to be euphemistic, but I didn’t want to hear the sound of a chair rubbing the floor.
And then the dust came up and left.
After a brief and intense breath, the twilight of the twilight.
Maybe.
I’m glad I saw the dust, and now it’s not as sad as it was before, and I don’t think he’s jealous.
Approaching ten o’clock.
It’s just a walk in the streets, and sometimes the wind reminds me of school.
Cell phone buzzing.
I looked down at the call, and I was a little surprised and didn’t think I’d call on my own initiative.
“It should be your parents. I’m sorry.
Angel smiles and says I’m going to answer the phone.
I put my lips in my mouth and left my phone in my bag, laughing:
“No, never mind. I’m sorry.
“There have been a lot of recent phone sales. I’m sorry.
And We were laughing without saying, but We cast their eyes into the night, and watched the dark lights shine, and their hearts became infinite.
Shush.
I remember when I went to school.
Every time I dress up as a roadman, I walk through the dust, I look up, I see the light flash first because of my height, and then I see his throat and his face.
It was wonderful.
Just seeing him once, dreaming is sweet.
The BMW stopped in the villa, and I laughed and waved goodbye to Anjoan until his car was gone.
[no call] 21 through.
It’s time for Jiangdu at 23:30, and the last time to stop is 22:00.
I left my mouth open, pulled out my spare key and broke the lock.
It’s dark in the living room.
But the light of the moon in front of the windows is so bright as to make a light for those who sit there, as if they were the eyes of a spring, and with clear and pure displeasure.
What time is it?
Keep your voice down.
I wasn’t going to talk to him, I was going to go upstairs, but he got up and walked to me, blocking my way.
“Why don’t you answer the phone?”
I looked at him, and I couldn’t help but look away and try to stay calm:
“Don’t want to answer. I’m sorry.
“You have to do this to me because of one word.” I’m sorry.
And I wooed and laughed, “I dare not play with you. I’m sorry.
“I was only anxious that day. I’m sorry.
Just in a hurry?
And I have some luminous whispers: “It is as though when a man is angry, it is easier to speak the truth.” I’m sorry.
A few seconds.
And I said, “Why didn’t you explain the other day? Because after weighing the trade-offs, you found that you needed me to marry you falsely, and you couldn’t find a better alternative, right?”
It’s just a little twirling.
I’m in my heart, and I’m going straight around him and I’m going upstairs.
I wanted to go back to my room, but I didn’t want to go too fast.
Plum.
One floor of light.
Come on, take me up.
“Go away!”
I pushed him, kept stomping.
“Don’t move. I’m sorry.
Sitting around me on the couch, squeezing me around my waist, placing me in my arms, lifting my dress up to my knees and holding my legs.
His hands are warm.
I’m just ashamed and upset, and I never thought that the closest position would happen in this situation.
“Take care of the dust, you hooligan!”
“Who used to call me a hooligan? I’m sorry.
Keep the dust frowning, the jaw on my shoulder, and look down at my wound, and it doesn’t mean to let go.
I can’t beat him. My nose is sore.
“You’re the one who scolded you! I’m sorry.
“Move, I’ll take care of you. I’m sorry.
I:
Given the struggle just now.
I’ve realized that I’m no match for dust, but I don’t want to be soft.
“You dare…”
I’m whispering.
“You try. I’m sorry.
Take the dust out of the medicine box under the tea table, stand alone, take out the cotton stick and the potion.
I wrinkled and stopped, and I watched the dust and I took the stubble and I felt trapped in the air.
It’s hot in the breath.
“Recently, I’ve been ordered in your room. I’m sorry.
Quietly speaking of the dust.
I didn’t squeak.
Until he gave me the medicine and let go.
I rushed back upstairs, opened the door, and took all his new bags with them and threw them downstairs.
One bag after another.
“Yemin! I’m sorry.
Answer him.
It’s my closing.
The next day.
I’m avoiding the dust, I’m going out early to meet the client, I’m talking, and his phone rings.
“Oh, what?”
Clients startled.
I bowed my head and made a book, and saw him laugh at the end and said, “What happened? I’m sorry.
The client was happy: “Oh, I was going to a meeting today, and the boss was so upset that his wife was up all night and had a headache. I’m sorry.
“Ooh. I’m sorry.
I’m a little smug. “Does Jiangdu’s boss?” What’s the name? I’m sorry.
Client: “Take care of the dust.” I’m sorry.
I:
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but when he came home that day, he was already lying on the couch, looking like a squirt, looking at the papers without a good look.
And the eyes of the dust passed from me, without any pause, and I did not want to speak to him, and went straight upstairs.
“Stop. I’m sorry.
Keep the dust down.
I didn’t stop, I went upstairs, opened the door, closed the door, and I was so happy.
“When are you gonna let me have my grandson? I’m sorry.
I can hear you through the door.
“Go inside.” I’m sorry.
It’s over.
And looked at me: “I have nothing to ask of you: I love to have a boy or a girl, but I must have one.” I’m sorry.
I:
Four-eye relative.
And he gave me a pale glimpse of dust, and he entered his bedroom unwillingly.
Ziddam.
Close the bedroom door.
And the dust station was set in place, sitting on a chair by the side, in the cold channel: “When she leaves, I will go out.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t squeak, put on my headphones and keep painting.
The room is so quiet.
Twelve o’clock.
I completed my mission ahead of schedule, and watched as I sat there and dazzled, saying, “It should have gone.” I’m sorry.
Look at me as if it was negative, and get up and walk out the door.
I don’t care about him, just go into the covers and turn off the lights.
However.
In less than five minutes, the bedroom door was opened and the dust turned like the wind to the bed.
The door.
Gu’s mother, with a chicken plow, sees nothing but her birth. I’m sorry.
With the sound of closing doors.
It’s only then that I’m falling out of my mind, and I can’t stop looking at the dust that’s around me: “Why haven’t you told her about the fake marriage? I’m sorry.
And as the dust dazzles me, and the eyes burn.
“Look at what?”
“You used to stare at me. I can’t look at you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The breath of purified breath is too strong, as if it were to drown me and ask a handsome man to lie beside you.
I didn’t hesitate to get up and open the closet and lay a bed on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“A man and a woman are not allowed to marry. You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the floor. I’m sorry.
Sitting from the bed, looking at me with some displeasure.
“Do you have to block me now with what I said? I’m sorry.
I bow my head and lay down on the ground with a pillow: “Teach well, be glad.” I’m sorry.
Diving dust: …
I know that with the spleen like dust, the probability is 0.99%, that people have been mocked, and that’s why I can’t get my head down.
But.
I didn’t think this guy would actually get out of bed and lie next to me and hold me in his arms.
“Take care of the dust!” I’m sorry.
I tried to struggle, but I was no match for him, and I couldn’t breathe:
I’ll call the police. I’m sorry.
“That’s how you held me. I’m sorry.
It’s just a little cold.
I didn’t want to talk, but he got closer.
“I admit, you were a partner at first…”
“Stop it, I’m sleepy. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to be able to relax with my eyes closed.
It’s getting late.
He’s not making any noise, but he’s got his arms around my waist, and I’m stomping and I can’t move.
Such a scene.
I’ve thought about it many times, but when it happens, it’s just sour.
I’ve been through my life since the interview failed.
The next day.
I slept till 10:00, and when I woke up, I was in the middle of a magazine.
Sunshine pours all over the house.
And I looked with my eyebrow, and there was a moment of vibration in my heart, but when the dust came to me, I took away my sight and pushed him away.
“Yemin, will we still be together? I’m sorry.
“No, I won’t. I’m sorry.
I looked at him cold-faced and I answered with certainty.
It’s just that it’s so sad to see it.
I combed my hair, opened my closet and looked for my own clothes.
“Don’t waste your time, my patience with you is exhausted. I’m sorry.
“But when you called me husband, you meant it, didn’t you? I’m sorry.
Questions are sudden.
I didn’t pay attention to him, so I went in and changed, and started washing.
Have a say one.
Your mother’s here. It’s like there’s a reason to stay in the bedroom.
It’s his house. I don’t know what to say, just whisper.
“I hope that when Mom leaves, you can remember what you said before. The bedroom is mine, the study is yours. I’m sorry.
Diving dust: …
As if the dust had not been heard, the new toothbrush and cup were removed and the teeth were brushed behind me.
A tall, short, pink and blue glass.
I look at myself, and I’m very upset about this anachronistic mix.
A week later, Gu’s mom left.
And We threw all of them out of the dust, and We sprayed fresh air, so as to remove the fragrance that was unique to him.
That kind of smell always gives me a vibe.
“You hate me so much. I’m sorry.
Stand by, watch and be angry:
“Why did you kiss me? I’m sorry.
“Not anymore. I’m sorry.
I keep my head down and I get new sheets.
“Why don’t you like the Angil?” I’m sorry.
♪ I dazzled, looked towards the dust, whispered ♪
“As a matter of principle, you should call him a senior. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you deny it? I’m sorry.
# The wind is on the side, the dust is standing there #
“I need to hear you deny my questions. I’m sorry.
“I’m not your employee. Don’t talk to me like that. I’m sorry.
I put my face on it and made a sound.
As if he had suffered a great burden but could not speak.
And I looked at him and whispered, “Look at the dust, now you are just not used to being rejected, and you do not have to follow me with this inversion.”
If I had to prove that I liked you, you’d be happy. Is that all right? Please leave me alone. I’m sorry.
Finish.
I walk straight by the body of the dust, and I look at the dust and say:
“Get rid of that crossword. I’m sorry.
I:
I’ve wasted a lot of time changing things, and I don’t want to talk about it, just go back to my room and start a day of work.
About three hours later.
Knock on the door.
I’m staring. I don’t care.
Another knock.
I was a little pissed off, and then I ran out, and I said,
“Are you done?”
Maybe I’m too tough.
It’s a bit pale, it’s open, it doesn’t say anything.
And I looked at him, and I said, “Don’t disturb me, I’m busy. I’m sorry.
Bang the door down.
I sat back in my place, and my hand with the brush was so hot that I was so angry that I had to take a breath to reset my heart and slowly start painting.
Time one minute past.
The progress of the work is full, and I can’t help but feel happy and stretch out a laziness, and it’s 3:00 p.m. when I look at time.
I can order a take-out just in case Mom isn’t here.
Put on your slippers.
I walked down the stairs, but I didn’t take a few steps, and I saw that the dust had passed out on the ground, and I looked as white as paper, and my forehead was sweaty and cold.
“Take care of the dust!” I’m sorry.
I got scared and ran off.
It’s a bit confusing, he’s got a blood stain on his lips, the whole person looks fragile and the cell phone on his hand hasn’t been unlocked yet.
My head is buzzing and my head is flashing.
When he knocks on the door, he looks like he’s in bad shape.
Ambulances whistling.
I watched the nurse give the dust to blood pressure, and the whole heart seemed to be squeezed, and it couldn’t come back to the hospital.
The doctor’s face is a little bad.
“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
“The fever should be appendicitis, and surgery should be done immediately.” I’m sorry.
Surgery?
I’ve had no surgery since I was a kid, but once I heard it, I softened my legs.
“It’ll be over in half an hour. I’m sorry.
With the doctor’s words, I’m holding my heart back a little.
But I didn’t think I’d been waiting for three hours, and I didn’t see it coming.
“What about the patient’s family? I’m sorry.
“I’m…”
“Who are you?”
“I am his wife. I’m sorry.
I’m scared.
The nurse generally indicated that it was found that the fall was too severe, that there was a suspected body bleeding and that the operation might take a little longer and that it would require me to be psychologically prepared.
Watch the nurse leave.
I was paralyzing in my seat, and some of my hair was numb, and I was panicking, and I was searching for the key words from the nurse, and I wanted to know more, sort of, but I was getting scared.
The corridors outside the operating room are like cold wind, and it’s only occasionally chilling.
[client]
When I saw the news from the client, I endured the pain, asked the message and responded in turn.
However.
Turning upside down, I saw the news of the afternoon.
It’s time for dinner.
I just want you to have lunch.
That moment.
Self-incriminating, guilt-involved, looking at the words of surgery, my throat was sour.
Been up all night.
The operation was finally over, and I was tired and sitting next to him, looking at the dust in the air.
“I thought you said you were okay. I’m sorry.
I saw him in a coma and couldn’t help but say a word about him.
The process of waiting to wake up from dust is extremely long, and it is long enough for me to be afraid and to start praying to God, to protect him and to wake up.
I thought that prayer was superstition, but now I find it a good wish.
One morning.
I’m still in a state of discomfort, and I hear a rushing footsteps.
“Mommy. I’m sorry.
I’m unconscious.
Gu’s mother opened the door, was cold-faced, and was filled with displeasure. I’m sorry.
I want to stop.
“I didn’t like you, I didn’t think you were tall, but he always loved you. Buy you a car and buy you a bag faster than I do. Is that how you take care of him? I’m sorry.
I:
I look, I don’t dare to squeak.
Gu’s mother is already angry, watching the rest of the dust fall asleep.
“Come on, I’ll know from the moment I know you’re not in the same room, you’re not in my son’s mind. I’m sorry.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m whispering an apology.
Don’t look away, sit next to the bed, hold the dusty hand, and don’t squeak.
“In fact, I’m not married to Kosumi. I’m sorry.
I look at my mother’s hatred for me, try to be brief, bend over and apologize:
“I’m so sorry to hide you. I’ve signed a divorce. Don’t worry, I don’t have any of his property. I’ll move out of his house as soon as possible. I’m sorry.
I can’t talk at all.
I looked up, looked at the dust in the coma and left the ward.
Leave him.
And leave me to admire his time.
After all the orders, I was exhausted to my knees, but I still had to pull myself together and draw a clear line between me and the dust, as I had planned.
Pack your bags.
For the last time, I stood in front of this villa, and I looked at this once-a-lifetime home, so I could remember my first time here.
Proof of that day.
I’m full of joy, I’m holding the dusty arm.
Whatever you look at, you think there’s a rotten beauty.
“Take care of the dust. I’m sorry.
“Take care of the dust!” I’m sorry.
“Hello, Mr. Kosumi. I’m your wife now.”
And he looked at me with the light, and his face dazzled, as if I could not feel my joy, but I was happy, calling him his name over and over and over again, hoping for a lifetime.
Because he was the most amazing presence of my youth.
I don’t know.
This marriage may not end well enough, but it’s also my dream.
“You’re good at it!
My mom tried to kill me across the screen.
I was scared to hang up, and the whole man was paralyzed in the new house, hoping for a new life, but my mom was so excited about getting me a date…
I’ll really thank you.
It’s because it’s still for Mr. An Xian.
“What a coincidence. I’m sorry.
Face-to-face across a table.
I’m embarrassed to look for a sew, and I’m embarrassed to look at Ang-ho: “Sorry, Chief, my mom is just free.” I’m sorry.
An Xin looks at me and smiles softly: “Aunt is kind and I feel like I can talk to you.” We can try to reach out. I’m sorry.
I:
I blinked, I whispered the meaning of Ang-chan, and I waved:
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
“We were friends, as if it wasn’t right to start with friends, so let’s start with good friends. I’m sorry.
I have some embarrassing noddings, silently carrying tea and looking outside.
Through the windows.
I saw a car about, especially like the Cayenne I was driving.
Shush.
My sixth sense tells me it’s probably dusty, but then I think he’s not out yet…
I just want to go home and lie dead.
Through Long Street.
I looked back at the car on the way and groaned, and I was heading towards my home, and the rain was pouring down.
I thought I was gonna go all the way home, but I didn’t want to hold an umbrella over me.
The rain fog is in the air.
“I’ll take you back. I’m sorry.
Stand in front of me with the paleness of the dust and turn the umbrella towards me.
And I looked at his clothes, and I began with anger: “Are you crazy?” Just run out of here?”
Say it.
I pulled my legs and ran to my home without planning to stay, but I followed the dust.
It’s raining.
It’s like a giant painting of ink, covered with ashes, but it doesn’t stop at the whiteness of the face.
The beads slide down the jaw.
Keep your eyes on me. I’m sorry.
I watched his shirt get wet, and he was like, “Get your umbrella back.” I’m sorry.
Keep your eyes on the dust and don’t speak.
“You’ve just had your surgery for a while. Don’t be ridiculous. I’m sorry.
And he stood there, without saying a word, determined to leave me the umbrella.
I’m sipping.
“Come upstairs with me. I’m sorry.
“Really?”
Keep your eyes on me, and at first there’s a radiance.
I looked at him and walked straight in the building, “It’s not true. I’m sorry.
Step into the house.
I’ve been looking at my house for a while.
I looked at him and whispered, “It’s small. I’m sorry.
“We’ve got a big wedding room.” I’m sorry.
I:
I don’t know how to open my mouth, but I was in a small house like this, from a group to a single lease, from a finely calculated year to an unbridled monthly lease.
If I had made it to Court, that would have been half the pain.
“We’ve been divorced. I’m sorry.
I’m serious.
“I’m a little chilly. I’m sorry.
The water flow in the bathroom continues.
I looked at the moment, and I flipped out the large bathrobe from the bottom of the cupboard and was just about to put it in front of the bathroom door, but I found that there was no door to the bathroom in the dust.
I:
Honestly.
I suspect he did it on purpose. He was as wary of me as a wolf. He could never have made such a low-level mistake.
“Yepmin, do you have a bathrobe? I’m sorry.
Keep your voice down.
I hung my bathrobe in with a hanger, “Don’t touch the wound. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
Keep your mouth shut.
I watched the rain get worse, closed the doors and windows, turned the air conditioner on and raised the temperature and went to the kitchen to make ginger soup.
The doorbell keeps ringing.
I watched the ginger soup boiled on the pot, and I wanted to talk and wait.
“Who is it?”
I’m asking out loud.
But there was no response at the door. I couldn’t help but wonder who it was.
An Xin stood at the door with a cold in his hand, as if he had been hit, looked at me incredibly and looked at dust.
Chief…
I don’t know how to answer.
“Oh, my God! I’m sorry.
And then I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I didn’t look at him.
“Hello. I’m sorry.
Angry smiled, and put the cold on the floor of the door, whispering, “It’s not too early, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sorry.
Finish.
Ando ran fast.
It’s as if he didn’t look at me until he disappeared.
“Do you want this?”
I walked on my lips and picked up the medicine, and looked at him, wet on his head, straight to the door, towards him, and said, “Bedroom, there is a wind blower on the dresser. I’m sorry.
He looked at the medicine in my hand for a while and looked at me.
“Go blow your hair. I’m sorry.
I made a sound warning.
And when the dust ceases, the thin lips become a thread, and they blow their hair.
Maybe.
I should be glad to have heard nothing from you earlier, otherwise Ang-ho would most likely not come down.
In the bedroom.
Clear air floats.
I’m looking at a guy standing a metre in a sweet nest, whispering:
“Come on, drink the ginger soup. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
Look at me with the eyes of dust. Now be good. I say what he does, sits on the couch and picks up the bowl.
I looked at him like he wasn’t dry, I reached out, I couldn’t help it, and I threw the dry towel at him:
“Hair rub. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
Take the dust and leave the towel behind.
I bit my teeth, tried to beat him up, took a towel and stood next to him, pressed his head and started to wipe.
Results.
He’s a nice guy. I’ll take his first job.
“Yemin, I’m so happy today. I’m sorry.
It’s just a matter of time.
His pessimism and I did not want to be involved, so I did not speak.
It’s like identity change.
Zoo, not me anymore.
But even if he couldn’t hear the answer, he kept talking and sharing what he saw, but his life was so narrow that it ended up being basically what the workers did wrong…
OS: Thank you so much.
Yemin. I’m sorry.
He stopped, he looked up at me, he grabbed my wrist.
I looked at him and said nothing.
Four-eye relative.
“Why don’t you talk?”
I said, “What do you say?”
“Did you not ask me that often?” I’m sorry.
I:
I fell down on the table and looked at the dust, and I didn’t know anything about his work. I just liked him talking to me.
Even if it’s just puffy.
“Not interested now. I’m sorry.
I’ll be right back.
“Is it just not interesting?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
“It’s okay, I can say something else. Always talking about the day you’re interested. I’m sorry.
I:
And I looked at him like this, and my heart was flat, and I said, “Do not do anything meaningless.” I’m sorry.
Meaningful!
Take care of the dust and suddenly raise the volume.
“As you wish. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, I threw the towel at him, “Go to bed, go to bed, I’ll take you home tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I turned my back to him, and I didn’t want to see him, but I saw him in the mirror, sitting down on the couch, looking helplessly at me, and the darkness of God.
There was a heavy rain at night.
I looked in the bathroom at the clothes that had been washed, closed the bathroom door in silence, watched the rest of the dust that had fallen asleep on the couch and returned to my bed.
Rain and night always have a loud but peaceful meaning.
Ye Min…
I’m closed, I’m covered.
Walking slowly, crouching by the bed, touching my face with cold hands.
I’m holding on to the covers and I don’t want to respond.
Next second.
He held my hand and kissed my back with care, whispering:
“Don’t send me away…”
“I waited every day at the hospital, waiting for you to come and see me, but I waited a day and a day before I realized that you didn’t want me…”
“I just wanted to see you. I’m sorry.
It’s like it’s hard to get inside a bone, and the sound of dust is crying: “Absolutely, it’s the feeling of neglect…I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
My throat is sour, but it is only fortified, and it is inexplicable.
And We never deny that there is dust in our hearts.
I can forgive him for his indifference, arrogance, venom and even contempt.
But.
The list is about the future.
I can’t turn it over, I can’t forgive, I can’t say it.
I can live without feelings, but I can’t let them get to me and swallow hard-earned thorns.
The next day.
We told our best friend to take away the dust, but he was as dead as ashes, and he stood below me and looked at me.
Cell phone buzzing.
I’ve been staring for a few seconds, and I’ve got the button.
“Bye. I’m sorry.
It’s been a long time.
I stayed aloof, made clear this is my last farewell, and took a deep breath and whispered: “Bye.” I’m sorry.
Never again.
The phone hung up that moment.
The height of this building.
I feel like I can’t stop crying inside, even if it’s an inch longer, and I’m always wondering if he’s gone.
Two weeks later.
The fact that he left the hospital was on the news headlines, and his eyes were dim, but he was still caught in a close-up and placed on the Internet.
In less than a day, Guo’s cleanness was removed and no one was allowed to see the “dangerousness” of those in power.
“Hey, he’s out of the hospital. Would you like to see it? I’m sorry.
My best friend called.
“No way. I’m sorry.
And I whispered: “No, I have broken with him, and there is no need to be connected.” I’m sorry.
“Do you really like it?” I’m telling you, there’s a woman in their company, Wang Wan, running to your wedding house every day…”
I didn’t say anything.
One more thing. I’m sorry.
“Talbek betrayed the company, while he was hospitalized, hooked up with outsiders, and lost many of his clients. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
I got a buzz in my head, and I was like:
“Trump? Isn’t he a close assistant who cares about dust? I’m sorry.
“Asshole-ass personal assistant, it’s a white-eyed wolf! I’m sorry.
“Selling out the company’s internships and diverting public funds.” Now I’m really pissed off! I’ll kill him! I’m sorry.
Like touching a certain memory point.
I remember the first time I recognized Tampai, who shook his head at me, suggesting that he should not speak of mutual knowledge.
But…
I thought he was jealous of the dust!
Unnamed.
I’m a little confused, and suddenly I need an urgent answer:
“Did you find out who he was selling? I’m sorry.
And my best friend lamented: “Now there is no investigation, lest some of the old employees who walk through the back door know that people will be afraid. I’m sorry.
I:
Who’s Tampai working with?
I looked at all the competition companies in Gu’s, and I kept narrowing down, and when I ended up with the Ang-chul, I lost my whole body.
Invisible.
And I realized that my copyright, it’s probably going to float, it’s my whole collection of youth.
I don’t understand the fight at the mall, but I know what my own interests will lose.
Three full months.
There was no media coverage of the incident, and it was as if there was an incipient flow, but as soon as Tambai was in prison, the news of Wang Zheng and An Zheng ‘ s detention came.
“It’s useless to ask my aunt every day.”
My best friend can’t help but see the food.
I had a cell phone, worried about my own publication, and I was not in the mood for anything, and I cut the news.
“Bow. I’m sorry.
My best friend slowly comes out with a document.
I was a little stupory, I opened it, I looked at clear copyright documents, and I couldn’t help but look at her in the wrong way: “Where did you get this? I’m sorry.
Best friend: Somebody did it, not me. I’m afraid you’re upset he didn’t come. I’m sorry.
Finish.
My best friend shrugged his shoulder and looked out the window.
I:
And We covered our lips, seeking to come to the day with the dust, and turned over the documents in silence.
However.
Turn to the last page.
I saw an offer, accompanied by a letter written by Tampai, to apologize to all who had been delayed.
That moment.
I was a little confused, picked up the letter and saw a card fall.
Ms. Ye, if you had entered the Gu’s group, you would have been the best designer in the company. _Other Organiser
Discount: Take care.
Distinguished words, words that follow the dust.
I looked down as if I had been crying with my cell phone for years, and that wasn’t such an endorsement.
It’s worth more than any brand-name bag.
It’s the value of my youth.
– END-
Everything
Three months later.
The collection is officially on the market.
Dust and unsensitized became the hottest IP.
I watched her grow up, met more people until I forgot.
– To keep the dust.
I’ve always had a clear understanding of myself — I’m not a man of affection, even affection.
Maybe like my mom said.
It’s genetic.
Or I’m used to being calm in a fight.
It’s so big.
I have been in contact since I was 12 years old, I’ve always been one step ahead of others and I’ve spent a lot of time dancing with learning, which makes me particularly weak in other areas.
Only the venom and the cold can hide me from the others.
I do not dispute the past for myself, but I regret that it did not change so early that I lost her.
First time I saw Yemin.
I didn’t pay much attention to her, except that she used to be with me until she showed up in front of me and said I wanted to be her boyfriend.
She’s not the first and not the last.
Because I’m gonna reject every girl trying to get close to me.
University age.
Although I have already reached out to the bottom, that is not the money I have earned, and I need absolute economic independence, which will allow me to do more to expand my career.
I’ve been so, and even happy, before Yeh-min showed up again.
My life.
I planned a frame. I’m on time every day.
In my opinion at the time.
Yeh-min is like an accident, but she’s the most appropriate and safe marriage candidate. She’s a friend of her sister’s. She’s a friend.
At first.
I don’t get used to it, but it’s been a long time and I’m gonna want to get used to her.
My wife.
There is no need to compromise prices for anything, but to strictly observe the door ban.
There’s no such thing as a door, but I’m afraid she’s drunk and set up.
She’s weird.
Seems to be dissatisfied, but every time you listen.
At that time.
She’s been around me every day, like a cuckoo bird.
I’m a little restless, but I occasionally notice her loss, and I didn’t notice it myself, and I’ll spare time and follow her.
She’s the one I follow the rules.
She is indeed an irregular person.
Me and her.
It’s like two ends of the balance, and she’s always running to me…
Maybe.
That’s when she ran out of energy.
Even if I look back.
She couldn’t even give a smile or even an eye, and I tried to fix something, but I was so clumsy.
Yes.
Clumsy, I never thought I would have any connection with that word.
But.
That is true.
I am clumsy, in a state of fear, and after feeling her loss, grief, thoughts, disappointments, I am suddenly turning back.
Between us.
It’s like a long zipper in animated carvings, and then it opens up, and it’s split into loose candy.
Summer Festival.
In the middle of the cold, every time her collection was sold, I set up a long line to buy it, long, and I felt like I had a moment of peace.
At that time, I just felt the landscape was blurry.
And she.
Everything I have.
I’m standing in line, waiting like she was waiting for me.
– END-
Extra: Daily sweets
“Ooh, mamma hug. I’m sorry.
The little guy spreads his feet, his hands open and he comes at me.
However.
Someone with a long leg in his arms, crying like a baby.
“Take care of the dust! Your son is crying!”
“I’ll just hold for a second. I’m sorry.
“You have not held me for a long time. I’m sorry.
I:
They both say that a man is married before marriage.
This sentence.
That’s true.
Three months after I lost track of the dust, I was too busy working to wait for an opportunity to sleep.
“Who is it?”
I’m really tired of taking out my cell phone and getting a bunch of zeros in the back of the wire transfer, and I’m so restless.
Fifty-two million.
It’s so bright. My eyes.
I was so scared to go to the bank, I was afraid it was a system failure, or someone was doing bad things with my account.
“Miss, we’ve consulted. This is for your bride price. I’m sorry.
“The bride price”?
I stopped right there.
That moment.
There’s an answer in my heart.
“Do you want to return?” I’m sorry.
I:
Back?
Three months later.
For the first time I’ve been in touch, I’ve been pointed at the counter for a minute, but it’s like a century apart.
Actually.
After reading Tam Bai’s letter of apology, I’ve tried to find the dust, but I can’t get it off.
Maybe.
It has been too blunt, and now there is little courage left.
Back off. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
The staff was held up for two seconds.
I took a deep breath and looked at her, whispering, “Please note me: Dowry.” I’m sorry.
Next second.
Staff members smiled and noded.
And when we came out of the bank that day, the rain fell, and We were relieved.
A few metres away.
He wears a white shirt, holds a black umbrella and comes towards me.
“Can I take Miss Ye home? I’m sorry.
He stopped in front of me, as he had done in the first place, leaned on me, as if he was unsure of my answer, a little nervous, and said again:
“Can I take you home?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and my heart trembled, and I knew that I had never been a man of control, and I walked under his umbrella: “But I want to eat first, and I am hungry.” I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
And then he looked at me, surprised, and for a few seconds, he said, “Whatever you want.” I’m sorry.
And We said: Choose. I’m sorry.
“The roast?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Don’t want to eat.” I’m sorry.
“The Steak? I’m sorry.
I don’t want to eat…
To be honest, I already feel that I’m starting to do it, but I’m not upset and I’m patient.
“The sour fish? I’m sorry.
So We stopped, and looked at him, and said, “This is it. I’m sorry.
Next second.
I clearly heard the laughter of the dust, and he kept following.
Starting that day.
Me and Kosumi seem to have entered a relationship pattern, as he said, and he’ll share a lot with me until I’m interested.
But.
What he does not know is that I am interested in is his light lips, his pure eyes, and the cold before him, who then tried to hold hands, was rejected several times, and was humbled.
Back then.
I’m starting to talk to him about the misunderstanding about the internship.
“Why do you think I do this? I’m sorry.
It’s embarrassing.
I looked at him and described his attitude.
He’s staring.
Almost a second quiet.
We skip the subject together, but later I heard that there were several more leaders to make sure there were no mistakes in the interviews.
“Oh, the sour smell of love. I’m sorry.
Girlfriends can’t afford to shit.
I hold rose bells from dust, cut the leaves in detail, and whisper:
“Is it good?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
My best friend with his cheeks, his eyebrows, his face with a bad smile:
“Are you two poisonous? He didn’t sign a divorce agreement, you’re still married. Why are you suddenly in love with each other?
I’m so shy.
To be honest, I was happy with it at first, but for a long time I looked at the cold and delicate face of dust, and I couldn’t stop hitting him.
Especially.
I found all my collections, he bought them, every time I signed them, he didn’t miss them.
Found when.
He’s a little embarrassed, holding my hand, trying to explain something.
Have a say one.
I can’t stand the way he looks, but I don’t want to be so proactive.
But.
I know.
I’m fake, but he’s real.
Embrace, hold hands.
In both cases, he’s exhausted, he’s so eager to buy and buy, he’s got all kinds of big cards, and I don’t even get them.
I don’t know.
From love to marriage.
It’s like taking me with it, going through the process, and every part of it is perfect, and the ritual is full.
The day the two families sat at a table.
“Daddy, Mom.”
“I respect you” I’m sorry.
I looked at him and whispered, “Do you think Gu is afraid?” I’m sorry.
As if he were to look at me with comfort, and reach out to me with his hand.
And I smiled, and I took a shot of his hand, and I started to drink to my mother, and I looked at her, and I looked at me, and I gave me a bracelet, and I looked at me, and I whispered:
“You’re old. And beautiful. I’m sorry.
“Once upon a time, a precious son!”
My mom answered immediately.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
My mom was so proud, she started talking to her mother, and she didn’t know it.
The atmosphere suddenly got hot.
My dad had to drink with dust and drink until he got dizzy.
Later.
It was a wedding for us.
Wedding photos, sugars, dress, ceremonials…
All sorts of cumbersome details, I’ve learned with him, tired, but with a joy that I never had.
I don’t know.
Wedding night.
One rain was particularly scary, and all of its breath was mist.
Take off the coat of the suit and sit on the bed and look at me in black and white, while I pretend not to see it and take off my earring in the mirror.
“It looks like it’s late. I’m sorry.
The first sentence was said in the shadow of the dust.
I looked in my eyes and I said, “Oh. I’m sorry.
“Was it time for us to rest?” I’m sorry.
Mrs. Gu? I’m sorry.
I’m picking my eyebrow.
Someone’s face is getting red, “Call Mrs. Gu’s voice. I’m sorry.
I laughed, and I said, “Oh. I’m sorry.
Stand up slowly and hesitate to come towards me, stand behind me and pull my hair.
Aren’t you tired?
I took off my necklace and stood up laughing and looked back at him: “Let’s not rest.” I’m sorry.
Quite a fragrance.
And when he was so heavy in his breath, he looked at me, and suddenly he put his hands on the dresser, he wrapped me in it, he leaned towards me, and he whispered:
“Not tired. I’m sorry.
Next second.
He kissed and came over with a little rush.
And We dazzled, and slowly rounded his neck until the morning after the rain.
I don’t know.
Good morning, Mrs. Gu. I’m sorry.
“Well, I’m going to sleep a little longer.”
I opened my eyelids and watched someone laugh with a good smile and no good breath to get into the blanket.
Next second.
He held me by my side, rubbing my head, and said, “Okay, I’ll be with you.” I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
