Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Fu Mu finally refused to comply, stopped Tang poetry, two people so drenched in the rain, he ignored, a hold on the shoulder of Tang poetry, "I know I have responsibility, but Tang poetry, I really did not expect this I started with you because I couldn't help it. I'm... "

"Stop it."

Tang poetry gently brushed him away, but that action made him unable to resist.

"Save face for each other."

She said and turned again into the rain, Fu Mu finally did not go to pull her courage.

He thought that in his life of Tang poetry, maybe It's time to leave.

******

thanks to Fu's late life, Tang poetry went back to have a cold.

He's got a fever.

When he got to the hospital, it was Jiang Ling, the handsome brother of Jiang Xie. He took a look at the thermometer and said, "Damn it, forty degrees two! fucking great! Better than last time! Have you bought the grave yet? I recommend an acquaintance to you. Don't come to the hospital and lie down on a piece of ground. "

The heart of Tang poetry says that if you are so handsome, how can you hurt others so hard? The next second is as like as two peas.

Jiang Ling is holding Tang poetry and is like holding a empress. She shouts all the way, "let's all let go. Someone here is dizzy. Prepare for the ward!"

When Tang Shi woke up, she saw Bo Ye sitting aside. She thought she was hallucinating. This scene is a little familiar?

Unfortunately, people are not the same person.

Bo Ye raised her eyes from her mobile phone and took a look at Tang Shi, "wake up?"

Tang poetry did not speak.

Thin night sighed, this time quite consciously, "wake up that I left."

"Thank you. Good day."

Tang poetry received very quickly, compared with the previous time, she was much more sophisticated.

How many times do you have to go through in order to cultivate a calm, even if you are in a mess, the parting time is still magnificent.

Thin night steps a stiff, looking back at the Tang poetry, she is still burning, retreat a lot, but in the end still some temperature, white lips, must be thirsty.

Thin night went out to buy water and put it on the head of her bed. She didn't want it. The man turned around in silence. This time, he really left.

What is he expecting? Do you expect Tang poetry to stop him?

Thin night bear all the heart to leave the ward, just met Jiang Ling in the corridor, a white coat elegant, "Yo, old night left?"

"Well." Thin night light should a, "the person already woke up."

"Well, you wake up and you're gone?" Jiang Ling called out to him, "stay a little longer, have dinner together in the evening?"

"Besides, call me when you have a dinner appointment." Bo Ye didn't dare to stay here for too long. He was afraid that he could not help but go back to read Tang poetry and look for her. She was so close to him, but he didn't dare to touch her.

"Are you..." Jiang Ling pondered for a moment, "did you quarrel with your ex-wife?"

That's right.

Bo ye turned back, "it's not a fight, it can only be said that Unilateral disgust. "

Jiang Ling smile elegant, "you also have today?"

Are you going to mock yourself? Bo Ye was angry with him and said, "what tone of schadenfreude do you have?"

"I really appreciate Tang poetry." Jiang Ling has always been generous and speaks frankly, "not that kind of ambiguous appreciation, but the appreciation of talented people. Lao ye, although I have known you for a long time, I still want to fight against the injustice of Tang poetry. You have done too heartless things five years ago. "

Heartless, his best friend said he was heartless.

"But then..."

"Yes, you thought you saw the truth." Jiang Ling approached him with a firm tone of voice, "can seeing really be real? Bo Ye, I told you at the beginning that you should make up for what should be made up while people are still there. Don't wait for others to be gone, and you will regret it. "

In fact, he has already regretted it now, but he dare not investigate the truth five years ago.

Jiang Ling seemed to see through his cowardice and patted him on the shoulder, "Lao ye, Tang poetry is not easy. Don't say whether she killed or not five years ago. She has been in prison for five years. What else does she owe you? Whether it's black or white, she gritted her teeth and put up with your son. To be a man, you really need to have a little conscience You can't see the feelings clearly when you are in the center, but we bystanders can see clearly. If you don't make up for her and try to force her, it will only make her hate you more. Is this really what you want? "

Is this really what he wants?

No, he didn't want the hatred of Tang poetry!

Thin night seemed to wake up, looking at Jiang Ling, "but I Now, is there still time? "

Jiang Ling looked at the ward where Tang Shi was, "I don't know. Maybe it's late. Thin night, some things can not come, in the palm of your hand, you did not grip, now fly away, you can not catch up

I can't catch up.