Wang Donglin walked in quietly and walked up to her. She was still dozing. The sunset outside the window shone on her face, and there were faint blue blood vessels, which were as white as transparent. Her long eyelashes were hanging down, as if she was tired.
The dead butterfly forgot to flap its wings and temporarily stopped in the flowers to rest a little.
He thought that few people would encounter such complex experiences in such a short life: family changes, losing their mother, and facing life and death several times...especially the last time they narrowly escaped from the plane crash...if a person had died so many times before,
Next time, will there be huge ups and downs in your mood?
Especially the attempted plane crash, he always thought about it with lingering fear and a dull pain in his heart - really, a person can make a thousand mistakes and deserve forgiveness, but sometimes, a straw can break the camel's back.
Crushed.
Even though he disappeared frequently in the past and didn't show up for a long time, she could understand everything.
Just this time, she was heartbroken.
He has always understood this, so he feels guilty.
The only good thing is that after going through so much, she did not collapse.
She has actually been hiding in a foreign country, writing travel notes, blogs, in-depth reports... and living very well because of this. He has personally seen the advance payment for manuscripts given to her by a large internationally renowned magazine, which is close to best-selling
The standard of a columnist is completely comparable to the life of the average middle class abroad.
Even if she is penniless, she can still live in a foreign country and live well.
This is the difference between Harvard elites and ordinary people.
That's why she dared to take the initiative to propose a prenuptial property agreement.
The intentions are so clear: I may be pretending to be noble if I don’t covet your money now, but even if my marriage and love change ten or twenty years later, I will not covet your money - I can live a comfortable life with my own abilities.
very good.
Maybe, maybe she didn't love him enough, or in other words, he didn't dare to love anymore - he could guarantee that if it were Huang Xiaojue, she would never propose any property agreement.
Women, just because they don’t care anymore, they don’t even want to take advantage of you.
I don’t want any money from you, okay?
He was very sad, lowered his head and stared at her carefully.
Even after all the hardships, her face has not changed. On the contrary, it has become even more stunning. Not to mention Harvard, this face alone can win the prize of any kind of rich man.
People say you can swipe your credit card just by looking at your face, and that's what they're talking about.
The beauty is still the same, but the mood is no longer the same?
Without a little bit of love, what kind of rich man could she find? Why would she give in to Wang Donglin?
He stretched out his big hand and gently touched her face.
She suddenly opened her eyes and said drowsily, "Big foot-picking man...are you back?"
With infinite tenderness in his heart, he picked her up and said, "Xixi, why do you always feel sleepy recently?"
She muttered and rubbed her eyes: "I don't know, I've been feeling down lately. Alas, it's often like this in late spring and early summer. I just agreed last week to write an introduction to China's customs and customs for the magazine.
To make up for the breach of contract last time, but I only wrote more than a thousand words and was delayed... No, I have to finish it quickly... I will make a cup of coffee first, do you want to drink it? "
He hugged her and lay together on the big sofa very comfortably, "Xixi, don't move..."
