Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

At the thought of the picture his mother showed him, Fu Mu was filled with anger.

Mingming shouldn't be like this. Last time I saw Tang poetry taken away by Bo Ye, I didn't feel so angry. Why is it like this today Do you feel cheated

Tang poetry, under your lofty disguise, what kind of heart is it?

Who is the man in the picture?!

When Tang poetry heard Fu Muzhong's words, her face suddenly turned pale. She seemed unbelievable and whispered, "Fu Muzhong You don't believe me? "

Fu Muzhong didn't speak. He said for a long time, "Tang poetry, did you cheat me? Are you taking advantage of my background? "

What a ridiculous question.

Tang poetry smile red eyes, "Fu evening end, I said I did not, do you believe it?"

Do you believe it?

Fu Muzhong did not reply, only the man's long breath came. Tang poetry suddenly understood. She gave a low smile, as if fearless. Finally, even Fu Muzhong's defense, she also gave up.

"In that case, I have nothing to say. Thank you for your kindness. I won't trouble you any more. Good night, Fu twilight. "

Good night, Fu twilight.

This phone call is like the last farewell, the voice of Tang poetry is slightly dumb, Fu Mu finally heard a silent farewell.

His heart was suddenly occupied by a huge panic lock. He felt that something was not firmly grasped, so he left himself. When he wanted to understand where the uneasiness in his heart came from, the back of Tang poetry appeared in his mind.

After that, Didi's voice came and the call was hung up.

Fu Mu finally grabs the mobile phone Leng in place, the man's delicate face dyed with a bit of fear. For the first time, he showed a child like expression of panic.

What Fu Muzhong didn't know was that after a long time, because of his unbearable misunderstanding, he would toss and turn in the future for a long time, unable to sleep. He would repeat his extravagant hopes again and again in the late night, hoping for a woman he could not get.

*******

it's raining heavily.

Tang poetry was staring out of the window, only to feel that their own days had passed muddleheaded, unable to distinguish day and night.

Tang Yi's death is undoubtedly a huge blow to her. Tang Shi curls herself up on the bed and slowly curls up into a new baby posture. Her brain is in chaos and her consciousness is sometimes absent. She always feels that she is not living in reality, as if she is still in a dream.

She seems to be able to hear Tang Yi's voice and see his face.

But the truth dragged her inexorably into the cold darkness. She repeatedly kept waking up, and constantly let herself fall into the imagination.

I can't live Live on How difficult It's really hard

Tang poetry didn't know how to tide over the difficulties. The reality had completely shattered her. There was no hope for the future. There was no life to speak of.

I don't know when it rained, just like the day that was destroyed by thin night five years ago. The sound of rain beating on the window was really fierce. Tang Shi looked at the heavy rain outside and rushed out regardless of everything. She ran in the rain, as if to vent all her unwillingness and hatred.

Thin night Do you have a little regret in your heart? How can you give me back my desperate life? How are you going to give it back to me?!

Tang poetry with a mobile phone, found that he ran to a deserted street, the street shops are closed, only a cafe light light.

The light seemed to illuminate her dark heart, and Tang poetry approached to hide from the rain.

Her figure swayed for a moment. The next second, there was a shadow in front of her.

The man stood beside her with an umbrella and watched her wet. Her hair was wet. Along with her clothes, the water kept sliding down the curve of her body.

Su Qi held the umbrella behind her, with a smile of playfulness on her unruly face, and her blue-green eyes, like a good grandmother, were quite beautiful.

His voice is frivolous, but natural and unrestrained --

"how can I meet you when you are at a loss?"