The greatest hypocrisy of a gentleman is to use "tolerance" as an excuse to play Tai Chi, saying "As long as you are happy, I will be happy", invisibly pushing all the mistakes to the other party, and he becomes an innocent victim. [26nbsp;]
But who can understand that this "tolerated" object will bear heavy spiritual shackles?
She held back the tears that were about to fall, and looked at the beautifully packaged box, so dazzling! She stuffed the box into his hand, turned around and left.
Li Huan grabbed her and put the box back in her hand: "Feng Feng, please accept it, otherwise I will never feel at ease for the rest of my life!"
Half a year of life under the same roof, a sharp knife cuts through the heart.
He wants to be at ease, but he doesn't want to be at ease. He holds this box like an iron tower, under the tower, a thousand-year-old monster, and his mind will never turn over?
She was so angry that she took the box and turned around and left. Because she walked too fast, her left foot was so painful that she had not yet recovered. Li Huan rushed forward and wanted to help her, but saw a strong middle-aged woman who had already helped her.
She stayed, and a car was parked in front of her, and the driver stuck his head out...
Li Huan stopped dejectedly, and his heart broke into pieces of thin ice that could not be scooped up...
As the car started, Feng Feng couldn't help crying loudly. Mrs. Chen looked at the box she was holding tightly, no, it wasn't hugging, it was like being tightly imprisoned by a pair of shackles.
Mrs. Chen vaguely guessed in her heart, could this girl abandon her poor boyfriend and chose Prince Charming?
Ye Jia came back on the evening of the next day.
The beginning of spring has long passed, and the Spring Festival is late, and the weather is not as good as winter, but there is a bit of spring, and the sun is bright every day. The cool breeze at night seems not so biting.
Feng Feng sat in the living room watching TV, feeling restless. When he looked around for the first time, he strode from the wooden bridge swaying opposite him, smiling.
She sat up, Ye Jia had already run over quickly, and casually put the bag aside and hugged her shoulder: "Xiaofeng, are you waiting for me to have a meal?"
"Yeah." She answered honestly, "I was still disappointed, afraid that you won't come back."
"Haha, am I coming back now?"
He looked at her, "The wounds on her face have healed. But why are her eyes swollen? Didn't sleep well last night?"
She crossed the topic, her voice was brisk, and she felt a little coquettish. She always couldn't help but show this coquettish look in front of Ye Jia: "Have you bought me a gift?"