Secret Lovers of Senior Officials: Alipay for Marriage

"In my heart, I have always disapproved of Chuchu's choice of Donglin..." Mrs. Zhang explained, "Donglin is really not something that Chuchu can control. Her childish nature needs to be loved and pampered, and she is obedient. But a man like Wang Donglin, Once the sea was difficult, and there was such a beautiful woman as Yan Xixi, Zhuyu, in front of her. If Yan Xixi was alive, she would be fine, but when she died, he would miss her forever... Chu Chu is really going to marry him, it is really pure love... If you are married, you will never be happy for the rest of your life..."

What's more, carry a reputation.

The insiders in the circle will say: Look, she committed suicide to drive away her original partner, and finally got back on her feet.

Is this interesting?

"I don't want to sacrifice Chuchu's happiness. Besides, we don't necessarily need marriage that much now..."

Old Zhang said calmly: "We also got married through an introduction, but we love each other all our lives and support each other."

"That's because you haven't loved any other woman before!"

Old Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and didn't continue talking.

When the cold and windy winter comes, Yan Xixi's feet have already traveled all over the major cities in North America.

When her feet landed on Boston soil again, she had mixed feelings and went back to the old place.

Sitting down in a secluded cafe, she didn't care about the fatigue of the journey, and started eating and drinking after sitting down.Finally, eat and drink enough.

In the afternoon, drowsy.

She put the luggage aside, leaned on the chair, looked at the gloomy weather outside the window, and soon fell into a doze.

Suddenly, someone called himself.

"Thinly...finely..."

"Yan Xixi..."

"Yan Xixi...you heartless woman..."

"Silly girl...damn silly girl..."

She opened her eyes suddenly.

On the opposite side, there were people coming and going, and no one took a second look at this oriental girl in coarse clothes and long hair brushing her face in the small shop—she was wearing a golden wig, exaggerated golden eyelashes, and pale lips. ... At first glance, it looks like a bleached Hollywood starlet.

Unrecognizable, she is no longer the pure girl of Harvard in the past.

She is very satisfied with this dress, which can bring a sense of security.

However, the shout disturbed my heart: who is calling myself?

So familiar.

However, she didn't dare to think about it, she just looked blankly at the drowsy sky.

I don't have much money on me.These days, I have traveled to many places, border towns, the edge of Africa and even sporadic war-torn places... Only then did I understand the power of Laomei.

Respect really comes from the barrel of a gun.

Old American passports, old American US dollars, unimpeded passage...Even the pound sterling and the euro, in some places, are completely at a disadvantage...People only recognize green dollar bills in their eyes.

There is not much cash, and the nearly half a year of traveling around the world cannot continue.

She must and can only return to a familiar place.

Cheap coffee and sandwiches bring extreme warmth, and the heat swishing all over the body is enough.She stood up, carried her luggage, and walked out slowly.

There is a bookshelf in the cafe, which is filled with all kinds of books, and many strangers are flipping through them.

She walked by inadvertently, and suddenly saw a figure in front of her striding into the crowd.

She shook and rubbed her eyes. This time, she could see clearly: the back was tall and straight, with black hair, a camel-colored cashmere scarf, and a silver-gray overcoat.

That day, it was snowing lightly, and there were light snowflakes, and the man slowly blended into the street with light snow.