The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

In the morning, he got up very early in the morning. In fact, he always got up very early, but before, he just waited for Xiang Qinglan to go first. Of course, he doesn't need it now. He is in good spirits. Compared with yesterday, Don't know how much better.

"Let's go, let's go to work," Qing took Xiang Qinglan's hand and walked out. When she walked outside, a gust of cold wind blew past, as if it felt like winter. This winter might be very cold. ,

"Wait a minute," Qing suddenly stopped and turned back quickly, while Xiang Qinggang stood there waiting for him, but stared at his back strangely, not knowing what he wanted to do.

When Qing walked out, she was holding a silk scarf in her hand. There were rows of small flowers on the light green color, which was very beautiful.

He walked over and put the silk scarf around Xiang Qinglan's neck. He saw a man buying it for a woman when he passed by the street, so he also bought one.

After adjusting the angle of the silk scarf, he nodded in satisfaction, "Well, not bad. It looks good and can block the wind."

Xiang Qinglan reached out to caress the silk scarf around her neck, it was made of very light and soft fabric, and it was very comfortable to wear.

"Are you beautiful?" She said silently, the feeling from the heart made her eyes suddenly ache, sometimes a movement, a small expression can make people want to cry, Qing, She's clear.

"Pretty, very beautiful, Lan is the most beautiful," Qing stared closely at Xiang Qinglan's thinner but softer face, and really praised, his Lan is of course the prettiest.

In the future, he will give her a lot of things. Xiang Qinglan nodded with a smile, and took his hand. The backs of the two were very harmonious, and there was a kind of affection rippling around them, gentle and gentle. The bright colors fell on their bodies, like painted multicolored silk threads, extraordinarily light and clean.

In the warehouse of the newspaper office, Qing easily carried a large bundle of newspapers, while Xiang Qinglan was holding a small bundle of newspapers in his hands, which was not heavy at all. The man next to him stared at the green-eyed man who was following Xiang Qinglan, He stared at his back strangely for a long time, as if he was recalling something.

He seems to have seen this man somewhere, but he can't remember, but he is very happy to have someone who can help her dumb woman. After all, this job is really too hard for a woman .

Xiang Qinglan followed behind Qing. Qing was a complete porter, but he was very happy doing it, looking at the woman behind him with a smile on his face.

It's just that this scene clearly fell into the eyes of a man. He slammed the steering wheel hard. He thought he could see her looking down and even crying, but it really made him guess wrong. Such a big surprise, what a happy couple, it really hurt his eyes.

Smiling coldly, he sat in the car, took out a cigarette, and quickly lit it. The smoke enveloped the room, and the good mood he finally got was completely destroyed this time.

He has been following them like a fool, his tight lips, like a straight line, without any curvature.

He turned his face, just in time to see a big shop in a shopping mall, which was broadcasting his interview TV.

And he and Gong Ruxue stood in front of everyone like a golden boy and jade girl, the flashing lights kept flashing, Gong Ruxue smiled sweetly, but he still didn't look like a man who wanted to marry his beloved woman .Such a thin face and calm eyes.With the woman around me, one word really comes to mind, perfunctory, what is he perfunctory, she, or himself...

Looking at such a strange yet familiar self, he suddenly stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and the car left quickly. His chest felt uncomfortable, and even when he breathed, he seemed to feel an indescribable pain.It was like a tiny sharp needle, piercing continuously, one needle after another, very small pain, continuous.

Until the car drove to his apartment.He lived in an apartment for two years.However, at this moment, looking at the place where he had lived for two years, he suddenly felt a sense of strangeness.

What is this, where he lives, or his home?

Has he been ignoring something.

When he got down, he walked in. There were several servants he had hired in the apartment. They all greeted him politely when they saw him, but he just had a sullen face. They didn't know what to say, so they had to back out , the male protagonist of this family is always gloomy and uncertain, not easy to get close to.

Su Zhetuo sat on the leather sofa at one side, put his hand on the table, but was weighed by something, and lowered his head, he saw a stack of red wedding stickers. When he opened it, the day turned out to be the day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, does he really have the consciousness of getting married?Everything was done by the wedding company, he just needs to be his groom, but he doesn't know the difference between this marriage and the last one.Rubbing his swollen eyebrows.

He leaned on the sofa, and for the first time, felt a sense of powerlessness.

He rubbed the wedding stickers in his hands, then he let go and dropped them on the ground.

Opening his eyes, he stared at the wedding stickers on the table with a complicated expression, feeling an urge to destroy everything, but he still forced himself to calm down, the joyful red made him feel depressed, However, no matter how much he suppresses and resists, this is a fact that cannot be changed. This marriage must be married, and Zeng Jin longs so much to be with Gong Ruxue, but now, he has begun Some disgusted.

He stood up and walked to his room, which was full of bright colors, sheets, wallpaper, and even added furniture. When did he feel strange, strange, as if it was no longer his home, just a place to live. The place is just a place to sleep. Suddenly, he wants to go back to the past, but there is no such possibility in this world.

He opened the window and breathed in the air outside the window heavily. In his gradually darkening eyes, there was no focus in the depths.

Picking up a cigarette, he smoked it quietly, the sun fell on his body, but it still couldn't erase the lonely look on his whole body

what happened to him?

Gong Ruxue opened the door, approached him slowly, and hugged his waist tightly from behind, "Tuo, we can finally be together in a fair way." She leaned her face on his back, smelling Looking at the mature taste in him, I really feel that I am too happy.

"Husband," said softly, but Su Zhetuo's body visibly twitched.

"You'd better call me by my name." He pulled her hand away without leaving a trace, and stood on the other side. This call of husband seemed to wake him up, and his heart, which had been a little confused all along, finally sobered up. up.And his eyes became more gloomy, and there seemed to be an indescribable pain on his face.

Wrong, all wrong, everything is wrong.