The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 237 Don't Like Me, This Is a Sickness (1)
Tang Song figured out Shen Lue's class schedule about the next day, and he asked her to go out to eat around noon. She excused that she didn't want to go because there was a class, but the man coolly said, "306:[-] p.m., Audio-visual building [-]", and it was just at noon. is the time and place of her earliest next class.

"Little liar, don't wait for me to go to your dormitory to catch someone." After finishing speaking, he dropped it.

Shen Lue clenched her small fists angrily, but her arms couldn't twist her thighs, so she still had to obediently appear in front of him.

It was still early before the appointed time, she nestled in the dormitory and swiped Weibo for a while, the hot topics were full of a certain star breaking up with a certain person, a certain movie was released abroad causing controversy, a strange girl appeared on the subway line, the wife beat up the mistress in the street balabala.

She owed it in her hand, and the small three in the photo were pressed on the road with a blossom face and swollen face, and the tops were peeled by the sturdy and positive wives. Pointing, but no one went up to stop it.In the topic discussion module below, netizens scolded Xiaosan even more, unanimously applauding this tough wife, and occasionally a few people euphemistically pointed out that the behavior of the first wife was a bit extreme, and someone in the comments immediately satirized: "Damn, I think you are too Three sons." "Excessive? Climbing into someone else's husband's bed, isn't this an excessive behavior?" "Oh, I'm sorry for each other."...

Shen slightly forked off the page in a hurry, not daring to read it again.Poor people must have something to hate, and the direction of public opinion is the moral direction of the public. If you are in the embarrassing position of a third party, no matter whether you are weak or not, few people will sympathize.

She closed her eyes, her heart felt as if it was stuffed with stones, it was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.After changing to another page and watching the variety show video for a while, the host's exaggerated laughter and interesting games did not calm her down.

The phone vibrated slightly, and he sent another text message, to the effect that there was a meeting delayed, and he was waiting for her outside the school gate at twelve o'clock.She quickly replied that she was just going out to buy something, so she should make another appointment near his company.Tang Song didn't object this time.

Actually, I don't have anything to buy, but I just don't want him to come to school. He is not ashamed of this relationship, and she can't do it.I thought a lot last night. On the one hand, I expected Mo Xinrui to "get rid of" her in time and successfully, but on the other hand, I felt ashamed and difficult to face.

His company, Shen Lue, has been there before. It is really not far from G University, and it only takes more than 20 minutes to walk. He went to Watsons on the way, meaning to buy something.

Without going downstairs to the BHD building, Shen Lue found a bench in the nearby garden, brushed off the falling dead leaves, and sat there in a daze, waiting for him.

I remember seeing a picture once, which was highly praised by many netizens, saying that it was the most healing picture.The title is: Actually, you don't have to worry about anything.

Do you feel troubled in life?If not, then what the fuck are you worried about?If yes, can you solve these troubles?If it can be solved, then what are you worried about?If it can't be solved, is it useful to worry? →Then what the fuck are you worried about?

Tang Song is definitely an annoyance that she cannot solve. He has always been the only one who dominates this relationship that is constantly cut and messed up.Thinking of this, she still can only endure passively, or imprison, or expel, whatever else she wants.

She closed her eyes, tired, but suddenly felt an imaginary relief.

When Tang Song hurried over, he saw such a peaceful scene from a distance.

The maple leaves behind the bench are not yet red, red, yellow, and green... The leaves are stacked together, and the tree is full of colors. The warm autumn sun shines on her body through the gaps in the leaves, and she is wearing a firework dress. Red sweater, curled up in the chair like a kitten, as if asleep.

(End of this chapter)