The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

She suddenly closed her eyes, remembering the past.

It was a beautiful spring morning, and ivy had already covered every corner of the campus, but she was sick and desperate, sitting alone under a big tree, like a grass that was about to wither.

Her mother was about to be buried, but she had no money to buy a plane ticket back.

At that time, she only had one thought: how to die in the fastest and most painless way?Hang yourself?Taking sleeping pills?Jump into the river?

At this moment, Mr. Qiao, he came.

He appeared in the sun, bringing a dense fragrance, new hope, white teeth, and a smile on his face: "Hi, I'm Mu Qiaozhi, girl, are you sick? Do you need my help?"

Everything is like the beginning of a fairy tale.

Since then, he has become the most important thing in her life.

Qiao Zhi, he is never a prop, he is the only one.

"Likun...Likun..."

His face was also extremely pale, and his eyes, which were always full of energy, were as helpless as a child who had done something wrong.He muttered, but didn't know how to speak.

pain?remorse?

As if overnight, the whole world collapsed.

At this moment, Li Kun still didn't look at Jiang Yueming, her voice was unusually soft, like a whisper: "Qiao Zhi, are you happy being with her?"

He didn't know how to answer.

Are you happy?

Until now, he still doesn't understand how he got here... No, no, he actually lives here very rarely, and he doesn't know why Jiang Yueming was brought back here.

He drank so much last night that he nearly lost consciousness.

He wanted to say: If I was sober, I would never come here.

However, he couldn't express these words. He was overly shocked and frightened, so he couldn't even say a word.

Li Kun stared at him.

Maybe, he is happy? .

When he met Jiang Yueming, it was a catastrophe—just like Qu Cunzi who used unscrupulous methods back then.

Jiang Yueming, she has the charm to make men all over the world fly to the flame.

"Li Xiaobao, you are such an ordinary woman, no man will be crazy about you, no one has ever loved you, right?"

These words suddenly came out from the depths of the darkest memory.

For many years, she almost forgot all about those gloomy years—deliberately downplaying and burying them, never wanting to let herself recall the filth of that time.

She never mentioned it to Qiao Zhi or even anyone, just like Japan after World War II, vigorously revised history, trying to dress herself up as an innocent and pure Sayuri.

However, today, the devil's city of memory is opened.

Every detail suddenly came to mind clearly.

She trembled with horror.

"Likun..."

She turned away.

"Likun... Likun, listen to me..." he yelled and chased him out.

Because he walked too hastily, the door was left open.

Nobody even paid attention to anyone else in the room.

Jiang Yueming just sat up from the bed, grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on her body.It's just that the smile on her face wasn't so smug -- from the beginning to the end, both of them almost forgot about her.

The feeling of being redundant is really uncomfortable.

However, all of this will end soon, won't it?

When she walked in front of the full-length mirror, she definitely didn't try to show off her head. She knew the charm of her back.

Forty-inch waist, high chest, uncanny facial features... She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the strawberry marks on her snow-white neck.She suddenly closed her eyes, remembering the past.

It was a beautiful spring morning, and ivy had already covered every corner of the campus, but she was sick and desperate, sitting alone under a big tree, like a grass that was about to wither.

Her mother was about to be buried, but she had no money to buy a plane ticket back.

At that time, she only had one thought: how to die in the fastest and most painless way?Hang yourself?Taking sleeping pills?Jump into the river?

At this moment, Mr. Qiao, he came.

He appeared in the sun, bringing a dense fragrance, new hope, white teeth, and a smile on his face: "Hi, I'm Mu Qiaozhi, girl, are you sick? Do you need my help?"

Everything is like the beginning of a fairy tale.

Since then, he has become the most important thing in her life.

Qiao Zhi, he is never a prop, he is the only one.

"Likun...Likun..."

His face was also extremely pale, and his eyes, which were always full of energy, were as helpless as a child who had done something wrong.He muttered, but didn't know how to speak.

pain?remorse?

As if overnight, the whole world collapsed.

At this moment, Li Kun still didn't look at Jiang Yueming, her voice was unusually soft, like a whisper: "Qiao Zhi, are you happy being with her?"

He didn't know how to answer.

Are you happy?

Until now, he still doesn't understand how he got here... No, no, he actually lives here very rarely, and he doesn't know why Jiang Yueming was brought back here.

He drank so much last night that he nearly lost consciousness.

He wanted to say: If I was sober, I would never come here.

However, he couldn't express these words. He was overly shocked and frightened, so he couldn't even say a word.

Li Kun stared at him.

Maybe, he is happy? .

When he met Jiang Yueming, it was a catastrophe—just like Qu Cunzi who used unscrupulous methods back then.

Jiang Yueming, she has the charm to make men all over the world fly to the flame.

"Li Xiaobao, you are such an ordinary woman, no man will be crazy about you, no one has ever loved you, right?"

These words suddenly came out from the depths of the darkest memory.

For many years, she almost forgot all about those gloomy years—deliberately downplaying and burying them, never wanting to let herself recall the filth of that time.

She never mentioned it to Qiao Zhi or even anyone, just like Japan after World War II, vigorously revised history, trying to dress herself up as an innocent and pure Sayuri.

However, today, the devil's city of memory is opened.

Every detail suddenly came to mind clearly.

She trembled with horror.

"Likun..."

She turned away.

"Likun... Likun, listen to me..." he yelled and chased him out.

Because he walked too hastily, the door was left open.

Nobody even paid attention to anyone else in the room.

Jiang Yueming just sat up from the bed, grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on her body.It's just that the smile on her face wasn't so smug -- from the beginning to the end, both of them almost forgot about her.

The feeling of being redundant is really uncomfortable.

However, all of this will end soon, won't it?

When she walked in front of the full-length mirror, she definitely didn't try to show off her head. She knew the charm of her back.

Forty-inch waist, high chest, uncanny facial features... She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the strawberry marks on her snow-white neck.