First Lady

The man's voice was mechanical, "Yes, I will send someone to deal with it."

The door closed again, and the room fell into silence again.

Wei Shuoren rubbed the phone that he had hung up long ago, looking at the number on it that he had memorized by heart, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, I felt as if I had lost before fighting, but this feeling of powerlessness stemmed from a woman's distrust, and she didn't believe that he loved her.

Although his love was mixed with other things, but that...it was true...but, she didn't believe it. [

The saddest thing in this world is not life and death, and the saddest feeling is not when you stand in front of her, but she doesn't know that you love her.

But even if you say it thousands of times, she doesn't believe what you said is true from the beginning to the end. This kind of relationship is the saddest.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Ming Ye returned home a little nervously, beating drums in his heart, for fear that he would be kicked out by Lan Shan as soon as he entered the door.

But as soon as he entered the living room, he could smell the fragrance from the kitchen. The butler smiled and took the coat that Ming Ye took off, and reported Lan Shan's location intimately: "Master, Madam is cooking for you in the kitchen."

Ming Ye's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran to the kitchen.

Lan Shan heard footsteps, turned around and glanced, stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at her smirking man, "Why are you so stupid, come here to serve the food, I'm almost exhausted."

Ming Ye still smirked, strode behind Lan Shan, hugged her tightly, "Shanshan..."

At this moment, Mingye felt that he was really about to die of happiness. This is what he always wanted, like an ordinary man. After returning home from get off work, he could eat the meals cooked by his wife and have a light always on for him.

It took him more than 20 years to experience such a simple happiness, a happiness that can be obtained so easily.

"Hurry up, take out the vegetables and this soup."

Although Lan Shan still spoke very strongly, the smile on the corner of her lips could not be concealed no matter what.

"Okay...Baby, it's hard work, let's eat..."

Ming Ye holds Lan Shan's face in both hands, and presses a resounding kiss on her lips.

Lan Shan blushed and pushed him away: "After dinner, clean the dishes!"

She thought that Ming Ye would not agree, but she didn't expect him to smile and say without thinking, "Okay..."

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