The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

With pity, tenderness, fiery affection, and even fawning, flattering attention.

He is extremely gentle, extremely wild, extremely hardworking, extremely diligent... In this life, all the skills, all the tricks, all the tenderness that can be imagined... All of them were brought out tonight.With an indescribable sense of flattery, he used all the means of his past crimes to curry favor with her...

Ben, a walking dead, was also melted by this fiery instinct.

We are all mortals, spiritually sublime, and occasionally overwhelmed by physical pleasures.

Such a long period of loneliness, such a long period of fear, like a flower that is about to wither completely, suddenly encounters spring rain and dew...

Everyone is a body of flesh and blood, who can be holy and crystal-clear all his life?

Anyway, everything doesn't matter anymore, ideals, love, relatives, friends... Since everything doesn't matter anymore, what do we have to worry about?

Since what we want to cherish and stick to, the person we love, he doesn't care at all, so why do we need to stick to it?

She is just too tired.

Mental fatigue completely overwhelmed intellectual persistence.

She is lazy.

Nothing matters.

Knowing that all this should not be, but, she thought, what should be?

Yes, we should have two hearts as one, we should be loyal to love - but what if the person we love doesn't care about this kind of loyalty at all, and even treat it as a kind of bondage and throw it away like a shoe?

Just like many women in ancient times, they could be widows, watch their widows, and even be widowed for their fiancés whom they had never met before...even holding a big rooster to pay homage...

Even if it was because of the devastation of the brainwashing culture the year before, didn't they have other plans?

There are -- it's nothing more than a reputation.

Figure out the reputation of a chaste and martyr.

In this way, they can stand on the commanding heights of morality and despise all beings.

In this way, they are qualified to laugh at those women who are out of morals.

Isn't this one of the ridiculous and despicable greeds?

However, if a person doesn't even have the right to be the master of his own body, how is his life different from that of pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep?

What's the point of such a humble life, even if you live a hundred years?

How low-level is the protection of the body, if the mind is lost, what else is worth it?

In her bones, she needs a kind of comfort, like a little animal in distress, instinctively, hoping to get warmth, like those broad arms that hug tightly, with fiery passion, like sincerity, like what she needs now of.

I just need warmth.

I'm just afraid of being alone.

I'm just too lacking in love.

As long as someone can provide it all - she doesn't give a damn who he is.

You Qi, in a daze, heard "...Xiaobao, I love you..."

"Xiaobao, I will love you forever..."

"Xiaobao, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

For many years, she longed for this sentence.

Since childhood, I hope my mother will say: Xiaobao, I love you;

I hope my father will say: Xiaobao, I love you.

Especially when you are in trouble, how much you want to hear that sentence: Don't be afraid, Xiaobao, I'm here!

But they never said such things to her.

Even his lover, even Qiao Zhi, he said such things many times, and he was the only one who said such things to her in her life. It's a pity that he won't say such things in the days to come.With pity, tenderness, fiery affection, and even fawning, flattering attention.

He is extremely gentle, extremely wild, extremely hardworking, extremely diligent... In this life, all the skills, all the tricks, all the tenderness that can be imagined... All of them were brought out tonight.With an indescribable sense of flattery, he used all the means of his past crimes to curry favor with her...

Ben, a walking dead, was also melted by this fiery instinct.

We are all mortals, spiritually sublime, and occasionally overwhelmed by physical pleasures.

Such a long period of loneliness, such a long period of fear, like a flower that is about to wither completely, suddenly encounters spring rain and dew...

Everyone is a body of flesh and blood, who can be holy and crystal-clear all his life?

Anyway, everything doesn't matter anymore, ideals, love, relatives, friends... Since everything doesn't matter anymore, what do we have to worry about?

Since what we want to cherish and stick to, the person we love, he doesn't care at all, so why do we need to stick to it?

She is just too tired.

Mental fatigue completely overwhelmed intellectual persistence.

She is lazy.

Nothing matters.

Knowing that all this should not be, but, she thought, what should be?

Yes, we should have two hearts as one, we should be loyal to love - but what if the person we love doesn't care about this kind of loyalty at all, and even treat it as a kind of bondage and throw it away like a shoe?

Just like many women in ancient times, they could be widows, watch their widows, and even be widowed for their fiancés whom they had never met before...even holding a big rooster to pay homage...

Even if it was because of the devastation of the brainwashing culture the year before, didn't they have other plans?

There are -- it's nothing more than a reputation.

Figure out the reputation of a chaste and martyr.

In this way, they can stand on the commanding heights of morality and despise all beings.

In this way, they are qualified to laugh at those women who are out of morals.

Isn't this one of the ridiculous and despicable greeds?

However, if a person doesn't even have the right to be the master of his own body, how is his life different from that of pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep?

What's the point of such a humble life, even if you live a hundred years?

How low-level is the protection of the body, if the mind is lost, what else is worth it?

In her bones, she needs a kind of comfort, like a little animal in distress, instinctively, hoping to get warmth, like those broad arms that hug tightly, with fiery passion, like sincerity, like what she needs now of.

I just need warmth.

I'm just afraid of being alone.

I'm just too lacking in love.

As long as someone can provide it all - she doesn't give a damn who he is.

You Qi, in a daze, heard "...Xiaobao, I love you..."

"Xiaobao, I will love you forever..."

"Xiaobao, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

For many years, she longed for this sentence.

Since childhood, I hope my mother will say: Xiaobao, I love you;

I hope my father will say: Xiaobao, I love you.

Especially when you are in trouble, how much you want to hear that sentence: Don't be afraid, Xiaobao, I'm here!

But they never said such things to her.

Even his lover, even Qiao Zhi, he said such things many times, and he was the only one who said such things to her in her life. It's a pity that he won't say such things in the days to come.