Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

"I don't want I didn't! "

Tang poetry struggled on the edge of the cliff and fought in a corner, "Bo Ye, you devil, do you have a little regret in your heart for causing me such a disaster?"

However, Bo Ye's face soon turned into Su Qi's face. The man laughed and pushed her directly into the abyss. Tang Shi screamed and heard his cold voice, "it's not a pity that you're such a pretentious woman, if you die!"

"Ah!"

Tang poetry awakened from the nightmare, and then went to see the weather outside the window, it was a night.

She took the cold medicine and has been sleeping till now.

The plot in the dream seems to make her feel scared, and her heart beats constantly in her thin chest. Tang Shi feels that she has come back to that time when she was haunted by nightmares. She can't get rid of the shadow and can't save herself.

There was no clever figure to help her warm the milk when she woke up. Tang Shi's eyes were red, but she could not let her tears fall down. She got up to give herself hot water and took the medicine out of the drawer. Her silent figure cast on the wall, only a lonely shadow, lonely people crazy.

Tang Wei is not around, Tang Yi is not in the world. People around her hurt her again and again. How can she prevent it?

She knows, she knows, but she's really desperate.

My God, please just give me a break

Tang Shi held the cup in her hand and felt that tears would fall again. She held back. Her cold body opened the notebook and saw that Mr. Xu sent an email when she was not online. It said that her design was liked by the manufacturer. Now a production line has been specially designed to produce the bags she designed. I hope she can provide the details of the style and materials as soon as possible Supply them.

It was like a faint light in a dark day. Tang poetry once felt that she couldn't live, but this weak but firm belief dragged her fragmented life forward. Her hands clenched and her little fingers trembled faintly.

In the middle of the night, all the lights in the building were turned off. Only the room of Tang poetry was lit up with faint light. The woman's pale face was full of maladies, but her eyes were so bright. She was staring at the screen, with countless waste manuscripts at her hand, full of various shapes, models and setting structures. From the deepening of the night to the first light of the day, the woman finally raised her head from the table, scanned her drawings into the computer, and then sent the reply to Mr. Xu in the form of email.

She looked at the light in the sky and whispered, "it's dawn..."

Light up her world together.

Brother, this bag is my painstaking effort to design with you. I won't let it give up halfway. I will let the whole world witness our efforts!

Tang Shi stood up and poured a cup of hot water for herself. Then she sat down again and began to design in a deeper way. She was very careful. Her scattered hair fell in front of her forehead, but it seemed a little soft and beautiful.

A woman seems to have made up her mind, and her expression of determination is incomparable. Even if the Tang family is no longer the old lady of the Tang family, her pride and talent remain the same!

The hand holding the pen trembled faintly. While painting, Tang poetry became red in eyes, but she held it back. Strong, she forced herself to live, live, there will be day!