The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

He sat down opposite her, stared at her extremely pale face, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Likun..."

Why say sorry?

Between lovers, the three words "I'm sorry" are the most feared to hear, because it often indicates a sign of a broken relationship.In my memory, in the past few years, they have never said sorry to each other - how can people who love each other so much need to say sorry?

She served her brewed coffee, the South Mountain coffee he had brought back from Jamaica.On that Christmas Eve, he rushed back thousands of miles just to spend it together.

The first time I saw this woman, I knew I had found the God-taken rib.

In the steam of coffee, her eyes were moist: Qiao Zhi, Qiao Zhi, is all this fake?Is it really all fake?

"Likun..."

"Joe Zhi..."

The two spoke at the same time and shut up at the same time.

Looking at each other, he was very uncomfortable, and she laughed.

"Joe, do you still remember our first meeting?"

He nodded.

Her face flushed slightly, and she was slightly excited: "At that time, I didn't have the money to buy a plane ticket to go back to China to see my mother for the last time. I was sitting on a chair, and I was thinking that I might commit suicide..."

He stared at her, the pity in his eyes deepened.

She wasn't ignoring—really, pity.

It's a pity that she discovered it for the first time.

Perhaps, for so many years, he has always been pity, never passion.And she, ignorant and ignorant.

The love I long for is when I am 50 years old, I can fling unscrupulously in his arms, act like a spoiled child, laugh happily, and be hypocritical... If this is not the case, how can it be considered love?

She looked away and her mind was replaced by memories.

"At this time, you came to me. Heh, Qiao Zhi, do you know? At that time, I immediately believed in Cinderella's fairy tale. It was as if midnight came. I put on the crystal slipper and boarded the pumpkin carriage... ...Because I am so happy that I feel anxious every day. I repeatedly ask myself: Is this true? Mu Qiaozhi, who loves me so much and cares about me, is he real? He is so Okay, so good, so good, why did he fall in love with me at first sight? Am I really so attractive? Isn’t it that I have been dreaming and can’t sleep? Heh, it’s because the dream is so good, so I have never dared to wake up... I used to pray for my good luck, thank God, thank Jesus Christ, thank Guanyin Tathagata... In fact, I have been afraid, really, even in the happiest days, I will be afraid of all this It's an illusion..."

She was a little relieved.

The smile is so bleak.

She had been fearful for such a long time, but now that the nightmare had finally become a reality, she felt relieved.

What we are most afraid of is not the result, but the tormenting process of waiting for the result.Just like a death row prisoner, what he is afraid of is not death, but the period of time before he is beheaded, knowing that he will die but counting the days.

Mu Qiaozhi's eyes were wet, and he just listened quietly.

At that time, his hand was firmly pressed on a pair of rings.These days, he looked at this pair of rings over and over again, and the bloodstains on his palms almost leaked from the strangulation.

Her voice was low and inaudible: "I regret it so much that my heart is about to bleed. I shouldn't come back at all, and I shouldn't return to this city in my life...just..." He sat down opposite her and stared at Looking at her extremely pale face, she said softly, "I'm sorry, Likun..."

Why say sorry?

Between lovers, the three words "I'm sorry" are the most feared to hear, because it often indicates a sign of a broken relationship.In my memory, in the past few years, they have never said sorry to each other - how can people who love each other so much need to say sorry?

She served her brewed coffee, the South Mountain coffee he had brought back from Jamaica.On that Christmas Eve, he rushed back thousands of miles just to spend it together.

The first time I saw this woman, I knew I had found the God-taken rib.

In the steam of coffee, her eyes were moist: Qiao Zhi, Qiao Zhi, is all this fake?Is it really all fake?

"Likun..."

"Joe Zhi..."

The two spoke at the same time and shut up at the same time.

Looking at each other, he was very uncomfortable, and she laughed.

"Joe, do you still remember our first meeting?"

He nodded.

Her face flushed slightly, and she was slightly excited: "At that time, I didn't have the money to buy a plane ticket to go back to China to see my mother for the last time. I was sitting on a chair, and I was thinking that I might commit suicide..."

He stared at her, the pity in his eyes deepened.

She wasn't ignoring—really, pity.

It's a pity that she discovered it for the first time.

Perhaps, for so many years, he has always been pity, never passion.And she, ignorant and ignorant.

The love I long for is when I am 50 years old, I can fling unscrupulously in his arms, act like a spoiled child, laugh happily, and be hypocritical... If this is not the case, how can it be considered love?

She looked away and her mind was replaced by memories.

"At this time, you came to me. Heh, Qiao Zhi, do you know? At that time, I immediately believed in Cinderella's fairy tale. It was as if midnight came. I put on the crystal slipper and boarded the pumpkin carriage... ...Because I am so happy that I feel anxious every day. I repeatedly ask myself: Is this true? Mu Qiaozhi, who loves me so much and cares about me, is he real? He is so Okay, so good, so good, why did he fall in love with me at first sight? Am I really so attractive? Isn’t it that I have been dreaming and can’t sleep? Heh, it’s because the dream is so good, so I have never dared to wake up... I used to pray for my good luck, thank God, thank Jesus Christ, thank Guanyin Tathagata... In fact, I have been afraid, really, even in the happiest days, I will be afraid of all this It's an illusion..."

She was a little relieved.

The smile is so bleak.

She had been fearful for such a long time, but now that the nightmare had finally become a reality, she felt relieved.

What we are most afraid of is not the result, but the tormenting process of waiting for the result.Just like a death row prisoner, what he is afraid of is not death, but the period of time before he is beheaded, knowing that he will die but counting the days.

Mu Qiaozhi's eyes were wet, and he just listened quietly.

At that time, his hand was firmly pressed on a pair of rings.These days, he looked at this pair of rings over and over again, and the bloodstains on his palms almost leaked from the strangulation.

Her voice was low and inaudible: "I regret it so much that my heart is about to bleed. I shouldn't have come back at all, and I shouldn't have returned to this city again in my life...just..."