Madam, president loves you secrectly

Song Qianqian's eyes staring at her are full of perseverance, as if they have a different light, which is full of dazzling sadness at the same time.

But before saying these words, she thought it over for a while. She should tell her after careful language organization in her mind. When she turned her face, it was like a silent oil painting, which was particularly beautiful against the neon lights outside.

My sister is four years older than herself. She must have more experience than herself. It must be empathy for her to say such words.

The waves in Song Manxi's eyes faded. She lowered her eyes, stared at the half eaten vegetable and fruit salad, and stirred it in the plate with a spoon.

Meditate for a long time.

"Sister, if... I tell you, maybe now, even I don't know if... I still have confidence in him, what should I do? As a saying goes, time can really change a person beyond recognition. In those days when they are separated from each other, the things that change may be more than a little."

Song Manxi picked up the red wine brought by the waiter, poured a full glass, put it in his hand, shook it, and the wine overflowed.

She took a breath or took a big gulp. In fact, she had to have courage to say this. It seemed that the emotions that had been dusty for seven years and the grievances of the past nine months were really pouring out at this moment.

The wine of red wine gradually spread out, which made her more distressed: "in fact, I really didn't think that things would become what they are now. I came back because of what I've always insisted on before. I want to prove that it's right, but now, all things imitate Buddha and silently say to me that it's just my wishful thinking."

Because she drank wine, her little face was red, and her mouth kept talking, which was unspeakable and attractive.

Brother Junxiao also said that he wanted her to go to his villa to find him and accompany him at the weekend? He said that if he didn't go, he would operate on Jun's family. She knew it would be a physical deal, but it would lead her to the boundless hell.

They are husband and wife, which is the obligation between husband and wife.

But if you want to do these things, now it makes her unspeakable sadness and nausea.

Song Qianqian listened silently. Her words contained a lot of information. Naturally, she could find some connections among them, but everyone's feelings could not involve others. Otherwise, they would be cut and confused.

Song Manxi wanted to continue pouring wine for himself, but song Qianqian stopped him: "sissy, you drink too much, don't drink any more."

Song Manxi raised her tearful eyes and looked at her with a red face. Her arm supporting the edge of the table was weak. She poked her chest: "I'm not drunk. No, but I'm drunk. If I'm drunk, I don't have to think about so many things. Maybe if I don't think too much, I won't feel that I've become so worthless now.

I find that I can't do anything well. Marrying others hurts others. I want to protect others, but I don't know how to do it. I'm doing it by myself... "

With that, song Manxi's voice became smaller and smaller. Then, she lay on the table and fell asleep dizzy.

It seems that I am not very stable in my sleep. Sometimes I move my body and sometimes scratch my side face.

Song Qianqian took back his arm against her jaw, sighed, put his fingertips on her smooth forehead, and muttered to himself, "little fool, you know you can't drink, and you deserve to be drunk."