Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Tang poetry has never taken the initiative to talk to Bo Ye. Her eyes have always been strange and defensive, which makes Bo Ye feel very upset. But this time, Tang Shi took the initiative to say, "you want to Are you cooking here? "

Thin night drooping eyelids, the man stood by the window, outside the sun sprinkled in, in his side shadow, his side half face, straight nose. He has a very good-looking face, but his eyes are lonely, like ice sealed blade, dull, rusty, and decayed after years.

He is talking lightly, vaguely visible a bit cold and cold, "afraid you are bored, you are free, can do cooking to divert attention."

It happened that Tang Wei was also clamoring to eat the dishes made by Tang poetry. Although her cooking level was very ordinary, the little boy missed her craft.

To tell you the truth, I miss it too.

In addition to the last egg, he and Tang poetry across a long river of time, the last time she cooked for him It goes back to years before she was in prison.

At that time, the Tang family's Qianjin Tang poetry, who did not touch the spring water with ten fingers, married him. In order to learn the craft he wanted, he learned to cook every day. Sometimes he had two or three band aids on his fingers and exhausted his efforts. What came was that he did not return home at night, and the food was cold and his heart was cold.

Thin night suddenly have a kind of impulse to tears.

The man raised his face, blinked hard, and then the laryngeal node moved up and down. Looking from a distance, the picture was quite beautiful. The perfect jaw line connected to the neck and pulled out a crisp arc.

But his expression seemed to be holding back something.

Tang poetry can not understand, but in the heart of pain.

She asked subconsciously, "hello Before we Did a lot of things happen? "

Otherwise why, even if I didn't see his face, just his name, she would Would it be so hard?

Bo Ye's fingers trembled faintly, and Tang poetry finally asked this question, which he did not have the courage to answer.

"We..."

Countless words in the tip of the tongue, but in the end only a few numbers.

"We're just friends."

Thin night red eyes smile, "forget to forget, there is no pity."

"Yes." Tang poetry murmured, "I always feel that I forget important people and things, but my brain seems to deliberately not let me remember. I've been hurt, but I forget the culprit. "

The culprit is standing in front of you.

You have loved countless days and nights, and in the end even hate with blood of love Thin night.

Tang Shi hissed according to his temple, "sorry, I lost my temper in front of you."

Bo Ye didn't come forward and only dared to look at her like this. He was thinking that if Tang poetry could not remember the previous events, it would be good Or bad?

But before he had time to make a choice, someone was already one step ahead of him.

That evening, Su Qi confessed to Tang poetry.

Very serious, very serious confession.

Tang Shi was shocked, "I I'm not familiar with you. "

"We really knew each other before." Su Qi, word by word, confessed to Tang Shi, "I admit that I did something sorry to you before, which made you think I was a bad person, so you forgot me. But Tang poetry, I am also serious about chasing you. Can you give me a chance to come back again

He was despicable and wanted to take advantage of Tang poetry forgetting.

At that time, standing outside the ward, his hand had just been put on the doorknob. When he heard the sound, he received an electric shock and generally took his hand back.

His face was oppressive and painful, and he was out of breath for several times.