But before that, he had more important things to do.
He must give her a stable home... He is a complete bastard, letting a woman live in fear, letting a woman go through too much suffering with him, and he will bear the sins he has done.
It's just, Chang Shang, when you are not with me, I am so afraid that you will not be able to think about it and do something stupid.
How do you want me to feel at ease?
He laughed suddenly.
"She and I are both the same person."
It’s because of deep love that it ends like this.
Thinking like this, he suddenly felt sad again. If they couldn't be together, he thought too much, but he didn't expect that she could leave so freely and without attachment.
If you say leave, leave, if you say divorce, divorce.
She only dared to do this because she was sure that she was the one who had to do it. She never thought that she might really not want her after she left, right?
Where does such great confidence come from?
Xinshangshang, where do you have so much confidence? I have to be you in this life?
Chang Mian gritted his teeth and accused in his heart, but he did not notice that at this moment, a touch of silent tenderness appeared on his face.
In the world, maybe, really, she is the only one who dares to do this, only she dares to be so sure.
Chang Mian closed his eyes, and before his eyes were the frozen moments of all her expressions since they met. Every expression was deeply etched in his mind.
Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, long-term resentment, not being able to get what you want, and not being able to let go.
After coming back to his senses, Chang Mian picked up another can of beer, opened the can, drank it all in one gulp.
"Come on, don't talk about those unhappy things, cheers!"
"Chang Mian."
"If you are a brother, just drink with me. Don't ask anything else." Chang Mian threw a can of beer at him: "I know it all."
Some people say that the greatest love in the world is not love, but maternal love. It can support a woman through any difficulties and survive any hardships.
"vomit……"
Chang Shang was lying in front of the sink, vomiting wildly.
The second pregnancy was far more difficult than the first. The baby in her belly would be a thousand times more tormented than little Cheche, and she hardly had a relaxing day.
Looking in the mirror, Chang Shang felt that she must have owed this little thing in her previous life, or that this little thing came to punish her cruelty on Chang Mian's behalf.
Holding on to the wall, she walked to the sofa in the living room, covering her eyes with her palms, and thoughts came to her like a tide.
She heard her longing heart crying. Sourness filled her eyes, and her palms were wet even when she covered her eyes.
She couldn't remember how she had lived in the past two months. She woke up from nightmares every night, facing the darkness alone and was so scared that she broke into a cold sweat.
In the mirror, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, which hurt her heart sharply.
"Chang Mian, how are you doing?"
She didn't dare ask.
She didn't dare to ask.
Since being sent here by Li Xiang, he has not contacted anyone; not even Li Xiang.
It's like self-punishment, more like my exile.
All worries can only be solved slowly by oneself.
"Chang Mian, our child is four months old. This time, I don't read those books anymore. I listen to piano music and watch operas every day. This time, I want to educate an artist from the prenatal stage."