Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Bo Ye saw Tang poetry again a week later at a social dinner.

She took a man in her arms, dressed in a red dress, with lazy black hair and sexy red lips, and her clothes and clothes were hunting in everyone's eyes.

Around her is Mr. Chris, the famous blue blood brand design director in the world. She is 30 years old, with delicate face and abnormal personality. All the women in the audience are calculating how Tang poetry colludes with him.

Chris smiles at Tang Shi. "They're all looking at you."

"They?"

Tang poetry ignored, "who is Mr. Chris referring to?"

"Smart."

Chris lowered his voice and said, "your ex husband is looking at you."

Tang poetry looked up, just to see the thin night in the crowd, across the crowd of people, two people's eyes collided in the air, and then moved away flat.

Tang Shi thought, she really and Bo Ye more and more like, once saw him once wanted to escape, but now can do not recognize each other, code matching.

Thin night, thank you again and again again hurt me, complete my heart.

That night, the appearance of Tang poetry was unexpected to everyone. The slender body seemed to be very familiar to everyone. It seemed that they had seen such a similar face a few years ago, with a noble and noble temperament.

Who is young and frivolous, also once export into the article just amazing, red skirt dancing, looking back a look can cheat the world.

Five years later, she came from the mountains and rivers of fire, wearing this red dress again, amazing everyone's sight!

Chris praised with satisfaction, "Tang poetry, you should have called me."

"I have been afraid to disturb me rashly, for fear that the male God has a bad impression on me." Tang poetry blinked, "good things are more difficult, now there are not?"

"You're a good talker." Chris narrowed his eyes and watched the night shuttling through the crowd. The man was dignified and cold-blooded. A delicate face was indeed outstanding. Just looking from afar, he could feel his momentum that could not be underestimated.

"It's a man." Kessley made the evaluation, he was not sure about the same kind, so Bo Ye can get these four words, which is enough to reflect his excellent ability.

Tang Shi joked, "unfortunately, he doesn't like men."

As if he knew what she was thinking, kessley followed, teasing, "you don't lose a man like that."

"Is it? I think it's quite a loss. " Tang poetry stepped forward step by step on high-heeled shoes. Every step seemed to step on the hearts of the men around them. They could not help being attracted by her eyes. The woman raised her chin and her eyes were fluttering. The most gentle but merciless, she took Chris along the way and said hello to the media lens elegantly. Her posture was calm as if she had experienced countless limelight's attention.

Yes, she has. Five years ago, she was trapped in the police car by the police. At that moment, she was surrounded by countless reporters. At that moment, she was frightened and helpless.

The sound of pressing the shutter sounds in my ears, just like the old dream coming from the overlapping memories. Those scenes come back to the mind of Tang poetry again, implicating the old wound, which is faintly painful.

Yesterday reappeared in general. At this moment, five years later, she returned to the public's field of vision, smiling appropriately under the camera, and there was no sign that she had been in a panic five years ago.

She already understood, at that time she understood, even kneeling, in the spotlight, also want to smile!