Madam, president loves you secrectly

Suddenly I felt very funny. It was his family, but I asked her to guard it.

He must know that now she, the Song family, is more friendly to the jun family than he, so she will threaten her with the people she cares about. At least she won't think about how to calculate people and seek to seize the inheritance anytime and anywhere.

Jun Xiao behind him didn't hit the wall until the sound of the high-heeled shoes disappeared within the hearing range.

Oh, legacy? I really can only justify myself. I lie too much and even feel that I live in a lie.

Legacy, piled up with only one Arabic numeral after another, do you think he really cares? In this world, he would not have been able to survive without her.

In that most desperate time, only she was his hope to persevere and the only light spot in the dark. But now this hope was dashed. Even though he was so angry, he was still willing not to really pull her into his war.

He didn't want to say those hurtful words, but when she filed for divorce, he felt deep fear for the first time. Maybe if he promised, would she leave again. Seven years has made his life worse than death. In another 70 years, he may go crazy.

Leaning back against the cold and piercing wall outside the toilet, I leaned my head back, and the slight rain began to scratch my cheeks like frost.

As soon as the lighter was wiped, the light lit up, and the thick white smoke wrapped him, some people were in a trance.

The cell phone in his trouser pocket rang. He pressed the answer button and put it in his ear: "what's up?"

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

Jun Xiao looked sideways and pulled up a deep sneer on his lips: "what does the old man say?"

"No explicit refusal, no explicit consent."

"I know." with that, Jun Xiao hung up the phone, threw away the cigarette butts that had been burned in his hand, and stepped on his leather shoes.

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Back at the dinner table, song Manxi tried his best to cover his crying red eyes with his hair, and put on his black framed glasses. Ignoring the eyes of all kinds of people, he hurried to pack up his things and said that his club had something urgent. As a vice president, he had to go back.

Countless lame excuses were used before they were finally relieved.

That invisible sense of oppression oppressed herself every time, escaped by herself every time, and she was weak every time.

Perhaps in front of Jun Xiao, she is a coward.

It seems that a lot of things are in disorder now. Will it be better if she doesn't come back?

Walking on a crowded square along the lake, song Manxi stood against the fence and watched the fountain in the middle of the lake gush up again and again. Through the lake, the colorful light pierced into his eyes, but he couldn't attract the slightest waves. People around him came and went, laughing and making noise.

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

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

She held out her hand to feel the cold from the fountain. Her shiny nails looked dazzling in the night light.

There is a tramp in the distance who has been circulating a song. People come and go around, and some people put money in his bag. His song is very deep. Originally, it was a song of light love, but it sang all the vicissitudes of life: "Gardenia bloom, so lovely, wave goodbye, joy and helplessness, time seems to flow fast... Gardenia bloom and bloom, gardenia bloom and bloom, is a touch of youth, pure love."

Listening to that song, song Manxi's eyes were deep. The fundus of his eyes, which had been suppressed, turned red again. His outstretched hand seemed to be within reach of the youth care that had long been far away.

She could not help humming softly. Her voice was a little hoarse, but it was very clear: "Gardenia bloom, gardenia bloom, is a touch of youth and pure love."

Singing and singing, I feel that tears wet the whole face, just as the youth soaked her love.