Her Overbearing Man

Xiao Jiahe couldn't tell.

But she never told anyone about it.

Sometimes, even Xiao Jiahe couldn't figure out what she was sticking to.

In that story, she is just a minor supporting role, but after so many years, the heroine in the story has already had her own life, what is she still insisting on.

She is also a person, especially a woman.

It's easy to be sentimental and moved by what people do.

Especially the other side that treat her as the day general carefully, how can she have no feeling.

Cheng Junfeng, who is really mature, is a good person who does not leave any room. Few people can completely ignore him.

But after so many years, Xiao Jiahe is still indifferent to Cheng Junfeng.

But in fact, she had been shaken for a moment, but at that time, she was still full of resentment, which was enough to wipe out those shallow feelings.

It's just a long time.

Many years are the same man, no matter how bad you treat him, how much you look at him, how embarrassed he is by what you say, he can still tolerate you day after day, year after year.

As a woman, how can she feel nothing?

It is because of the awareness that Xiao Jiahe will become more distant from Cheng Junfeng.

Later, he was afraid that he was really out of control, and cold words drove people away from the Cheng family.

She thought that she would no longer have the idea that she was weak and should not exist, but she was wrong.

Although it's not obvious, in fact, after so many years of living together day and night, pretending to be in love in front of my son will have some influence.

Occasionally, when eating with Cheng Yu, he looks at the theme unnaturally.

Occasionally, when I drink afternoon tea, I don't pay attention to it. I pour two cups of black tea. When I pour it, I suddenly remember that I only drink it by myself.

Occasionally, when you go shopping and need someone to appreciate the clothes and bags, you turn your head and ask. Before you speak, you can only see the respectful and dull appearance of the driver behind you.

Xiao Jiahe was finally put into the net called "Cheng Junfeng".

It's a long calculated and bottomless net.

Once set in, no longer out of the possibility, can only let themselves in the net, slowly, deeper and deeper, and finally completely become the other side's spoils.

Her eyes were full of carefulness and tenderness. However, because of the conflict and rejection in the heart of the person who raised the question again, she was much less inexplicably.

But at the same time, she couldn't help feeling guilty for the boy in her deep memory.

"I don't know..."

She repeated the answer to the same question, as if she had answered all the questions she had not answered before.

Xiao Jiahe covered his face and covered those complicated emotions.

The tone is rare and tender.

"Alas..." Cheng Junfeng sighed in Xiao Jiahe's ear. Although it was not the answer he wanted, with this answer, he felt that it was enough.

Xiao Jiahe is too persistent.

He can see through the minds of many people, in fact, is not unaware that Xiao Jiahe shakes him, but he has been able to resist not to expose, and even to make her less painful and give in.

This is never in Cheng Junfeng's memory, but this woman, from the moment he really fell in love with her, he has lost.

It's a total loss.

That's why he left the house, thinking of love, but he didn't dare to appear, worried about gain and loss.

If someone told Cheng Junfeng 30 years ago that he would be worried about gain and loss for a woman one day, he would think that the other party was sick.

But now he's very sick.

He held the woman in his arms tightly, "Xiao He, I really regret that I did that to you..."

Cheng Junfeng was distressed by the stiffness in his arms for a moment. He closed his eyes and went on, "I know I'm not qualified to ask you anything. I'm sorry, but I still want to say, shall we start over..."

The man in his arms stared at him in disbelief.

"Even if you still have that man in your heart, it doesn't matter. In the future, I can go to see him with you and his favorite flowers on the day of his death every year..."

"No..." how could she

Finally, Xiao Jiahe subconsciously contradicts Cheng Junfeng's words. He struggles to get out of Cheng Junfeng's arms, but how can he be Cheng Junfeng's opponent.

He suppressed Xiao Jiahe's struggle. "Xiaohe, we are not young any more. I don't want to wait any longer. I'm afraid that when you put it down completely, I'll be gone..."

Even though it is clear that Cheng Junfeng, who is used to showing weakness, has three false points, but the seven true points still make Xiao Jiahe sad.

The strength of her struggle slowly weakened until she stopped struggling at all.

She knew that this time, Cheng Junfeng would not give her any way back.

Can remember that gentle and beautiful, like the sun in late autumn, neither hot nor cold, just good can bring warmth, but will not let people feel cold youth, or let her can't help but shed tears.

She gave up.

He fell on the shoulder of the man who had been entangled with her for most of his life. His fists hammered each other's chest, "asshole..."

As soon as the words came out, tears came out, and Cheng Junfeng's thin clothes were soaked in his eyes.

Cheng Junfeng didn't stop her and didn't comfort her. He just patted her on the shoulder like comfort. "Cry, just this time, tonight. After this time, I won't let you have any chance to shed tears again..."

"From now on, no one dares to hurt you, even me..."

The tone is light, but there is a kind of heavy as gold feeling, let strong support strong for more than 30 years of Xiao Jiahe tears more turbulent.

The street at night is like a flat River, winding in the thick shadow of trees. Only the leaves rustling with wind and rain seem to recall the bustle and busyness of the day.

The sky is full of glittering stars, like the Milky way of fine quicksand lying on the blue sky.

The earth has fallen asleep. In addition to the gentle breeze, bursts of blowing, fortunately this weather is not how cold, but with a trace of cool.

In addition to the occasional barking of a dog, the deserted street is probably silent.