The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 25 27: I warn you, stay away from him [7]

Suddenly he felt very funny, it was his family, but she was required to guard it.

He must know that now she, the Song family, is closer to the Jun family than he is, that's why she threatens her with someone she cares about. At least she won't be thinking about how to plot people and seek inheritance anytime and anywhere.

Jun Xiao, who was behind him, didn't punch the wall until the sound of the high heels disappeared from his hearing range.

Huh, legacy?I really can only justify myself. I have told too many lies, and I feel that I am living in a lie.

Inheritance, piled up with only one piece of paper with Arabic numerals, do you think he really cares?In this world, without her, he might not be able to survive long ago.

In that most desperate time, she was the only hope for him to persevere, the only light in the darkness, but now that hope was shattered, even though he was so angry, he was still reluctant to pull her into it. his war.

He didn't want to say those hurtful words, but when she asked for a divorce, he felt deep fear for the first time, maybe if he agreed, right, she would leave again.Seven years had already made his life worse than death, and in another 70 years, he might go crazy.

Leaning back against the bone-chilling wall outside the toilet, he raised his head, and the slight rain that started to fall across his cheeks was as cold as frost.

As soon as the lighter was lit, the flames lit up, and thick white smoke enveloped him, making him feel a little confused.

The phone in his trouser pocket rang, and he pressed the answer button and put it to his ear: "What's the matter?"

"Ah Xiao, they are back, tomorrow's flight will arrive the day after tomorrow."

Jun Xiao turned his eyes sideways, and a deep sneer curled up on the corners of his lips: "What did the old man say?"

"There is no explicit rejection, nor explicit consent."

"I see." After finishing speaking, Jun Xiao hung up the phone, threw away the burnt cigarette butt in his hand, and stepped on his leather shoes.

Back at the dining table, Song Manxi tried her best to cover her red eyes from crying with her hair. She also put on black-rimmed glasses, ignoring the gazes of all kinds of people, and hurriedly packed her things, saying that her club was in a hurry, and her body was in a hurry. As the vice president, I must rush back.

Countless lame excuses were used before he was finally relieved.

That invisible sense of oppression oppresses her every time, every time she escapes, every time she is weak.

Maybe she is a coward in front of Jun Xiao.

It seems that a lot of things are messed up now, is it better if she doesn't come back?
Walking in a bustling square along the lake, Song Manxi leaned against the fence and watched the fountain in the center of the lake go up again and again. There was the slightest wave of waves, the people around were coming and going, and there was a lot of laughter.

But the happier others are, the more lonely they find themselves.

After nine months, she realized that she was still alone.It seems that there are a lot of good friends around me, but there is nowhere to say the pain in my heart.

She stretched out her hand to feel the coolness from the fountain, and her shiny nails looked dazzling in the night light.

In the distance, there is a homeless man who keeps repeating a song. People come and go around him, and some people even put coins in his bag. His singing voice is very deep. It was originally a song of light love, but it sang the heart of life. Vicissitudes: "Gardenias bloom, so cute, wave goodbye, joy and helplessness, time seems to flow fast. Gardenias bloom, gardenias bloom, it is a touch of youth, pure love."

Listening to that song, Song Manxi's eyes were a little deep, and the eyes that had been suppressed turned red again, and the outstretched hand seemed to be within reach of the youthful care that had long been far away.

She couldn't help humming softly, her voice was a little hoarse, but very crisp: "Gardenias bloom, gardenias bloom, it's a touch of youth, pure love."

As I sang, I felt tears wet my whole face.Like that youth soaked her love.

　Arsenic: I cried when I wrote it. I didn’t want to be cruel. I wanted to write about pets, but the pets were later.Alas, let's not talk about voting and commenting, I will take it easy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)