The husband's sin of going out of the wall was all blamed for the seduction of the vixen, and the cat who steals the fishy smell seems to be without any fault. [26nbsp;] Women often like to use similar surgery to solve this kind of problem, but they often dare not look for it.
The culprit. He thought, why didn’t those women blame their husbands first? Where did the man hide when it was time to take responsibility?
And Fanny, she is as beautiful as a fairy, and is being chased by groups of men, but she has really destroyed those families? It is not necessarily that at least, no rich man has actually divorced her, right? He enjoys the title of wife and
Half of the property is their official residence.
This was the first time he was thinking about a question from an opposing position. He didn't understand why, it was completely in conflict with his values and moral values. He was a little surprised, maybe it was just because of the woman in front of him.
Is it too beautiful? Is it a charm that makes people defend her desperately?
Fanny smiled like her name, fragrant and whispered, with a strong and inexpressible warmth and charm, because she saw the sincerity and sincerity in Li Huan's eyes-
This man truly respects and pitys herself. This is the first time she has met such a man.
Such a smile is like a flower, like a soft jade and a warm fragrance! Li Huan vaguely discovered that the concept of chastity that he had always emphasized was actually a weapon for murder, and it made women like Fanny have nowhere to hide.
In fact, the inner jade ice-clearing is more than the last one!
He couldn't help but patted Fanny's hand, his voice surprisingly gentle, as if facing the best piece of jade, for fear that she would suffer any damage: "Fanny, you don't have to mind, don't mind anything."
The hot barbecue and beer came up, with the smell of crumbs. Li Huan poured two glasses, handed one to Fanny first, and then served one himself: "It will be very warm after drinking."
Fanny smiled like a simple little girl, as if she had returned to those simple and beautiful times, running and playing with her little boyfriend under the willow embankment by the river.
At that time, the years were still as blue as the sky, and white clouds were as colorful as the sky. However, now it was painted colorfully, but it was hard to tell which color and the mixture was mixed.
Now, on such a cold night, sitting under such a willow dike, the mind becomes pure, with rough tea, beer, barbecue, and happiness, in fact, it is not that difficult.
That's because of the people around her. She thought, and she smiled more brilliantly and more carefree. The hurt and insult she just received quietly found a place to hide it and not let anyone know it, just like covering up