"Deep down in my heart, I have always disapproved of Chu Chu's choice of Donglin..." Mrs. Zhang explained, "Donglin is really not something Chu Chu can control. Her child's nature needs to be loved and pampered, and she must be submissive. But a man like Wang Donglin,
Once upon a time, it was difficult to overcome the sea, and there was such a beautiful woman like Yan Xixi in front of her. It would be okay if Yan Xixi was alive, but if she died, he would miss her forever... If Chu Chu really wants to marry him, that is really pure
If you get married, you will never be happy for the rest of your life..."
What's more, carrying a reputation.
Insiders in the circle will say: Look, she committed suicide and drove away her first wife, and finally got things right.
Is this interesting?
"I don't want to sacrifice Chu Chu's happiness. Besides, we don't necessarily need a marriage now..."
Lao Zhang said calmly: "We also got married through introduction, but we have been in love and supported each other for the rest of our lives."
"That's because you've never loved another woman before!"
Lao Zhang was stunned and did not continue.
When the cold wind of winter comes, Yan Xixixi's feet have already traveled to major cities in North America.
When her feet landed on the soil of Boston again, she had mixed feelings and returned to the place as before.
Sitting down in a secluded cafe, she ignored the fatigue of the journey and started eating and drinking as she sat down. Finally, she was full.
Afternoon time, sleepy.
She put her luggage aside, leaned on her chair, looked at the gloomy weather outside the window, and quickly fell into a slumber.
Suddenly, someone called me.
"Thin... thin..."
"Yan Xixi..."
"Yan Xixi...you heartless woman..."
"Silly girl... damn silly girl..."
She suddenly opened her eyes.
Opposite, people were coming and going, but no one took a second look at the oriental girl in the shop who was dressed in coarse cloth and had long hair. She wore a golden wig, exaggerated golden eyelashes, and pale lips.
...At first glance, he looks like a bleached Hollywood starlet in decline.
She is completely different from the innocent Harvard girl she used to be.
She is very satisfied with this outfit, which brings a sense of security.
However, the shouting disturbed my heart: Who was calling me?
So familiar.
However, she didn't dare to think about it and just looked at the dull sky blankly.
I don’t have much money anymore. These days, I have traveled to many places, border towns, the edge of Africa and even sporadic war-torn places... Only then did I understand the power of the United States.
Respect comes from the barrel of a gun.
The passports and U.S. dollars of the United States can pass through without hindrance... Even the British pound and the euro are completely at a disadvantage in some places... People's eyes only recognize the green U.S. dollars.
I don’t have much cash, so I can’t continue traveling around the world for nearly half a year.
She must and can only return to a familiar place.
The cheap coffee and sandwiches brought extreme warmth, and the heat all over her body was enough. She stood up, carried her luggage, and walked out slowly.
There is a bookshelf on one side of the cafe, filled with all kinds of books, and many strangers are flipping through them.
She walked by casually and suddenly saw a figure in front of her striding into the crowd.
She shook and rubbed her eyes. This time, she could see clearly: the figure was tall and straight, with black hair, wearing a camel cashmere scarf and a silver-gray coat.
That day, it was snowing lightly, with light snowflakes flying in the air, and the man slowly blended into the snowy street.
