Playing to the death and cheating on you

The biggest hypocrisy of a gentleman is to use "tolerance" as an excuse to practice Tai Chi, say "as long as you are happy, I will be happy", and imperceptibly push all the faults to the other party, turning himself into an innocent victim. 【26nbsp;】However, who can understand that this "tolerated" object will be burdened with heavy spiritual shackles?

She held back the tears that were about to fall, looking at the beautifully packaged box, it was so dazzling!She stuffed the box into his hand, turned and left.

Li Huan grabbed her and put the box back into her hand: "Feng Feng, please accept it, otherwise, I will never feel at ease for the rest of my life!"

The days under the same roof for half a year, like a sharp knife across the soul.

If he wants peace of mind, don't he want peace of mind?Holding this box by myself is like an iron tower, being raped under the tower, a thousand-year-old evildoer, and the soul will never turn over?

She was so angry that she took the box and turned around to leave. Because she was walking too fast, her left foot, which had not yet healed, was in severe pain and she was slightly limping.Li Huan rushed forward, wanting to help her a step, but saw a strong middle-aged woman had already supported her, a car stopped in front, and the driver poked his head out...

Li Huan stopped dejectedly, his heart shattered into pieces of thin ice that he couldn't scoop up...

When the car started, Feng Feng couldn't help crying.Mrs. Chen looked at the box she was hugging tightly, no, it wasn't hugging, it was like being firmly imprisoned by a pair of shackles.

Mrs. Chen secretly speculated, could it be that this girl abandoned her poor boyfriend and chose Prince Charming?

It was the evening of the second day when Ye Jia came back.

The beginning of spring has already passed, and the Spring Festival is coming late. The weather is not like winter, but there is a bit of spring, and the sun is shining every day.The cool breeze at night seems to be less piercing.

Feng Feng was sitting in the living room watching TV, restless. When he looked around for the hundred and first time, a man strode across the dangling wooden bridge with a smile on his face.

She sat up, Ye Jia had already rushed over, casually put the bag aside, hugged her shoulder: "Xiaofeng, are you waiting for me to eat?"

"Well." She replied honestly, "I was still disappointed, afraid that you would not come back."

"Hehe, I'm not coming back?"

He looked at her, "The injuries on the face are all healed. But why are the eyes swollen? Didn't sleep well last night?"

She changed the subject, her voice was brisk, and a little bit coquettish. She always couldn't help showing this coquettish look in front of Ye Jia: "Did you buy me a present?"

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