He turned around and walked back to his room. The person on the other side of the bed was already asleep. He walked over, covered her with a quilt, and then lay next to her. There was a faint fragrance of roses in the bedroom.
, he looked up and happened to see the rose on the bedside table.
He frowned tightly, 999 flowers, this is the most inconspicuous one. He bought it for another woman, but because he was making out with her in the car, it fell into his car, so he used it.
Sent to her.
This silly woman, he felt inexplicably guilty, turned over and held her body in his arms. Although he didn't love this woman, she would make him love her.
This night was very quiet. The two of them were in the same bed, and it seemed that they had begun to have a strange dream together.
Xiang Qinglan closed the computer and organized the information in her hands. Although she just stayed at home, she was doing a translation job. She usually found information to translate by herself. It didn't matter how much she earned, she just wanted to
I want my life not to be so boring.
Picking up the information on the table, she walked out. People were coming and going on the street. It was really lively. She didn't usually go out very much. She was obviously very happy. She looked here and there. Every glance fell into her eyes.
are all beautiful things.
She hugged the information in her arms tightly and smelled the familiar fragrance again. Turning her head, she saw a woman standing not far away holding a large bouquet of roses.
And strangely, the woman also saw her and smiled at her, but that smile made her heart twitch, giving her an indescribable feeling.
She stared at her face and realized that she seemed to have seen her somewhere before. By the way, she suddenly remembered that this woman was the woman who snatched the tie from her last time.
It seemed that she was living a very happy life, because the smile on her face was as bright as the sun, but why did this smile make her feel cold.
She turned around and walked in the other direction, but if she turned back, she would see a man in a straight suit walking out with a white and gray tie, and the woman holding a rose stood up.
She stood up and kissed him on the face with a sweet smile. The man put his arms around the woman's waist with a faint smile, and the two of them sat in the car together.
The woman turned back and looked at the figure who had walked away. Her sweet smile turned cold.
After handing in the manuscript to Qinglan, it was already noon. She returned to her home. However, what disappointed her was that she was still the only one at home. She walked into her bedroom and changed the water in the glass.
She dropped it, but the rose in the cup had already shed a red petal. She picked it up and put it in her mouth. She felt a slightly bitter feeling. It turned out that it didn't taste sweet at all.
Walking into this large living room, she was alone in such a large place. She suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness. She missed him very much and wondered what he was doing now? Today is an important day.
,Has he forgotten?
Picking up the phone, she dialed the cell phone number that she would never forget.
"Hey, what's wrong?" His magnetic, but apparently indifferent voice came from over there.
Xiang Qinglan shook the phone hard, but her voice was sweet and gentle.
"Husband, it's me. I want to know when you will come back. I will prepare a meal and wait for you."
There was silence for a long time, "I will do it as soon as possible. The company is very busy today. If you are tired, you can go to bed first." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for her to say a word. He even said to her
Didn't say goodbye.
"Husband, I..." Xiang Qinglan's lips were half-opened, and finally she had to swallow all her words.
But she still didn't put down the phone. The sound of the phone hanging up came to her ears. She leaned on the table and stared into the distance in a daze. When would she come to him if she had something to do? When would he be unwilling to talk to her?
Say a few more words.
In another high-end restaurant, a man and a woman were sitting. The man was tall and handsome, while the woman was petite and beautiful. The man put down the phone and gently touched the woman's beautiful lips with his fingers.
"Look at you, you've got it all in your mouth." His gentleness could be heard in his magnetic voice, and his face, which had always been tense, relaxed slightly when he saw the woman's soft eyes.
The woman took his hand and put it on her face, "Tuo, come to my place tonight, I really miss you." She rubbed the man's hand with her face, and the man's eyes darkened.
It was the invitation he was familiar with, the invitation of her body.
But one night, while she was waiting, her husband, Su Zhetuo, stayed away all night.
Until dawn the next day, a car stopped at the door of the apartment, and a man walked out. His clothes were slightly wrinkled, and under his messy hair was a face that seemed to have not had a good rest.
When he opened the door and saw the woman sleeping on the sofa, his face sank, but he still walked over and picked up the weightless woman on the sofa.
After putting her on the bed for two people, he opened the cabinet and took out a new set of clothes to change into.
He lowered his head and looked at the sleeping woman. Her face, which was not exactly beautiful, still had the innocence of two years ago. She was a good wife, but she was not a good wife for him to fall in love with.
, He really liked her before, and he really needed a wife. He didn't like unclean women, so he married her. Two years of life was not long, but he was used to having her, but
, but habits can be changed. When his feelings begin to deviate from her.
The thought of divorce came up more than once, but he was still undecided. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched Xiang Qinglan's face with his hand. He asked what he was going to do to his loveless wife.
"Husband..." Xiang Qinglan slowly opened her somewhat confused eyes, and habitually placed them in his big palm.
This sentence about husband made Su Zhetuo's expression soften a lot. He took his hand away and stood up. Some choices were necessary, so he had to think about it carefully.
Walking into the living room, he sat on the sofa, but when he looked up, he saw a table of cold dishes and a cake on the table. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and couldn't help but open his eyes.
Eyes widened.
Yesterday, she was going to tell him that thing. That day was her birthday.