Lan Lan, is this your revenge on me? You hate me, so you don’t love me anymore. No, he shook his head. Without love, how can there be hatred? So many hurts in Zeng Jin are all
He had caused it with his own hands. She had given up on him, resented him, and her love for him had disappeared bit by bit. Until now, there was only a faint sigh.
Is it time, or something. There is really no way to go back to the past between them. His betrayal first caused her to lose everything, her home, and her voice.
He never knew that he was such a cold-blooded guy who would do such a thing to his wife. He stretched out his hands to cover his face. The man in the wheelchair could not speak for a long time, and he allowed too much
The self-blame almost overwhelmed his entire body and mind at this time.
From that day on, Xiang Qinglan really never showed up in the hospital again, and everything had nothing to do with her. Sitting at the desk, she wrote with a pen. There were several documents on the desk. Sister Li had called
He gave it to her and said that she could continue to do the translation job. Without Su Zhetuo's pressure, she was naturally willing to return her previous job.
And she accepted it, because she still wanted to live and have a baby. She looked at the closed computer next to her, holding the pen in her hand and never put it down.
"Lan, you see what I did is right," the man proudly raised the information in his hand and said with a smile, his white teeth flashing slightly. If he had a small tiger tooth, plus the current kind of
It can be said to be a cute expression, so it will definitely be a smile that makes people feel like it. It is very simple and clean.
"Lan, I've said this, I'll do it, I'll do it, why do you always grab mine instead of grabbing apples?" The man roared, hugging the information in his arms tightly, fearing that he would be
Someone else snatched it away.
"Lan, why do you eat so little? If you continue like this, I will become a pig and you will become a sugar cane." The man stretched out his hand and pinched her face, then pinched his own face. Sure enough, the whole length of the flesh was
It reached his face, then he quickly picked up the bowl, took out more than half of the rice in his bowl and gave it to her.
"Qing..." Her lips moved gently, and the pen in her hand quickly fell to the table. She lowered her head, quickly picked up the pen and continued writing. She could no longer use the computer, so now
She only translates manually, which is much slower than before. Sometimes, it takes several hours to write a book, but she likes this kind of work, because if she is too busy, she won’t have much time to do it.
Spend more time thinking about other things. For example, her pain.
A small desk lamp was placed in front of her, she lowered her head, and a series of words jumped out from the tip of her pen. In fact, her handwriting was very good, but at this time, she could not put it down.
She held the pen in her hand and rubbed her wrist. She was tired.
I feel tired from writing, or I feel tired...
In that ancient castle with a history of a hundred years, Wang Xiaolan was wearing Chanel clothes and sitting in the living room with two precious diamond rings on her fingers. Arthur had always been very generous to her, and she received them almost every day.
He dotes on her very much in the gift he gave her. As long as she wants it, he can pick out all the stars in the sky for her.
Her fingers gently touched the ring in her hand, and she leaned back on the soft sofa chair. This was a life she had never imagined before, the life of a master.
"Xiaolan, your clothes are so beautiful," a fat little maid came in and stared at the expensive clothes on her with envy. She probably would never be able to enjoy these in her working life. And her fingers
The ring on it was such a big diamond that it really looked like glass. However, she also knew that this was not glass, but a real South African diamond. The owner of this castle had a diamond mine in South Africa, so,
The diamonds in his hands are not fake. He sold them to her ten times and still couldn't afford them.
She stood aside a little nervously. They used to be good friends who talked about everything, eating together and sleeping together. But now, she no longer lives with her. Even her previous clothes and so on are all gone.
Thrown in the same place, nothing has changed, only her identity has changed, so everything has changed.
"Do you like it?" Wang Xiaolan looked down at the clothes she was wearing. These were the latest clothes released by Chanel this year. However, she had worn them for a long time and she didn't like the color anymore. She unbuttoned her coat.
He took off his clothes.
"Yeah," Xiaoxi nodded vigorously, feeling like he was about to drool.
Wang Xiaolan looked at the clothes in her hands, "I'll give this to you," she threw the clothes to Xiao Xi, but the smile on her lips was a little mocking. Such a sense of superiority had never been seen before. For Xiao Xi, yes
Everyone is. She now feels that she has become the mistress of this castle, and Arthur will eventually marry her one day, so she will not go back to that slum again, nor will she become anyone else's
maid.
"Really, give it to me?" Xiaoxi's eyes were like stars, and she held the clothes carefully. It was such a beautiful color, such a beautiful style, and it was brand new. She had only seen Xiaolan wear it a few times.
.Is this really meant to be given to her?
Wang Xiaolan nodded and never left the sofa from beginning to end, and her well-kept wavy hair fell on her shoulders. Under the warm white light, she looked particularly beautiful. She stretched out her fingers to gently caress
I just took care of my curly hair today. I believe Arthur will like it very much when he comes back.
"Thank you Xiaolan, you are really kind," Xiaoxi said, and quickly dropped the things in her hands and tried on the dress. However, she was too fat and couldn't put it on. It took a long time to try.
, she finally put the clothes on herself, and she finally understood why others would say that wearing a dragon robe does not make her look like a prince, just like her, so she needs to lose weight, otherwise
, I probably won’t be able to marry anyone in the future.
The clothes were tightly stretched around her body, and she walked out uncomfortably. Her movements were as slow as a robot. She was afraid that if she exerted a little force, the clothes would come apart, but she still refused to take them off.
This is the latest model. Even if it doesn't look pretty on her, it is so stylish that others will definitely envy her.
Wang Xiaolan, on the other hand, put her fingers on her legs and crossed her slender legs, vaguely showing her touching beauty. She slightly opened her red lips and chuckled.