When the man heard what the woman in his arms said, his heart moved. The confusion in his eyes was replaced by deep contempt and disgust. The corners of his lips moved slightly and he continued to speak coldly: "Hu Yueyue, don't think that if you climb into my bed, I will be responsible for you! Don't!
It's a dream, and you'd better know who you are.
Look at your figure. You are so fat that you dare to come out and embarrass yourself. Look at your sloppy clothes and have no taste at all. Look at how round your face is. That’s why you still don’t know what to do with yourself.
Apply something on your face to make yourself look more enchanting?
With you like this, do you really think I would be interested in doing those things with you when I'm awake?" The man's cold voice was without any emotion. Hu Yueyue listened to her ears, but every word was directed at her.
Heart.
Hu Yueyue twitched the corners of her mouth. She was not interested when she was awake! She laughed a little anxiously...
She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word. The man in front of her hugging another woman must have never loved her. In her misty eyes, she could only feel a burst of anger and humiliation, and a sharp pain in her throat.
A sweet and fishy taste filled the mouth.
Watching them turn around and hug each other towards the red carpet. Hu Yueyue saw a look of pride in the pretty woman's eyes when she looked back. In an instant, almost all the organs in the chest were twisted, and the blood boiled. Her mind was stunned, and her whole body was stunned.
He lost consciousness.
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One month later.
"All happiness is actually the same, but unhappiness is very different. Love is actually the same. I have heard that there are 500 pairs of lovers, and there are 500 styles, to name a few.
But in the end of Qianfan, is there such a person? You must have him? And he must have you?
The machine of time seems to carry thousands of years of reincarnation. But there is a kind of love that always lingers on the fingertips, cutting through the night sky and passing through the passing years. The versions are different, but they are also different.
But the only thing that is the same is that love is eternal. Just like the weather in the sky is changeable, but it is always only in that part of the sky.
However, love is often a double-edged sword, injuring the enemy by a thousand and hurting yourself by eight hundred. She stood outside the door and carefully closed the door, just because there was her nominal husband and the woman he loved embracing and kissing inside.
, every word he said in a weary manner was piercing her heart.
In the end, she left sadly; little did she know that he had already fallen deeply in love with her.
A few years later, they met on a narrow road. She learned that he was a high-ranking and unattainable big shot. He took his "beloved" with him and looked at the mortal world with a smile.
And she also smiled calmly, holding a child who looked exactly like him, and passed him by.
However, no one knows that the dewdrops began to turn white on the night of separation, and her thoughts were already overflowing at that time...
The butterfly is locked in the sea? Is it because the butterfly cannot fly across the sea? Or the butterfly has never thought about flying across the sea. She wants to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, not for rebirth and nirvana, nor has she ever thought about flying across the sea. She just wants to know what she wants,
I just hope that we will be together forever!"
When the sound of Hu Yueyue's fingertips crossed the keyboard, such a paragraph of text jumped out. She took a deep breath and said to herself: "The introduction is finally ready!" This time, Hu Yueyue wanted to write a different story.
At that time, a red Sony Ericsson mobile phone placed next to the computer began to ring with a pleasant ring tone...
Hu Yueyue picked up the phone and pressed the answer button, with a sweet smile on her face, and a sweet voice overflowed from her lips, "Hello, the weather is sold here, do you need any help?"
"Can you really sell the weather?" The old voice on the phone hesitated.