Holding the clothes, for a while, Chi yuewan's body trembled slightly.
She closed her eyes, but couldn't help sniffing: forget it, the dead are big! No matter what, people are gone. What else can I care? What a old grudge, it's time!
If it wasn't for the Bidens, she wouldn't want to have any more entanglements with them. This marriage, no one won, her reputation in this life, no, maybe in this life, all along with it, right? Sometimes, death may be a real relief, living is not happier than death, just like her at this moment!
However, no matter how painful she is, she can't be busy!
Since she wants to live, she must be good, and if it is for such a family, it is really a loss, even if it is depressed and decadent, it is not worth it!
Not worth it!
He grabs his hair a little impatiently. His hands move casually. A slight sound of awareness comes. Chi yuewan looks down and sees the paper bag with his feet askew. Inside is the soiled clothes tonight.
She glanced at the shirt in her hand, pouted again unconsciously, got up, turned over a pen, and drew two turtles on the back of the clean shirt:
[take advantage of me, bad comment! ]
[stand by and comment! When she finished painting, she thought it was not nice to be bald, so she drew four hairs on the top of the turtle's head, and looked at them, and Chi yuewan giggled happily:
"hum ~ I'll draw a turtle once in the future. When it's over, I'll give you a gift!"
Shaking her clothes and making a face, Chi yuewan then folded them a few times and stuffed them into an unusual corner. After simply cleaning up, she took out the small bag and put it in the glass bag cabinet on one side. Then she took the bag and prepared to throw the dirty clothes into the washing machine.
One of his men shakes. Suddenly a small yellow box falls out and bends to pick it up. Chi yuewan wonders: "eh? What? "
Under a turn, a few big words into the field of vision: XX flower cream?
Pure traditional Chinese medicine ointment for removing blood stasis and inflammation?
Caress the next cheek, the lip corner of pool moon Wan however floated a light smile: when to buy? She didn't even know!
"You have a little conscience!"
Holding the ointment, she hummed a little song rarely, cleaned up and wiped her face. Then she opened the ointment and daubed some on her cheek according to the instructions.
The cool touch on the skin is a little tingling, but it is obviously comfortable. I see that the ointment is a grayish brown with the characteristics of traditional Chinese medicine, which is very obvious on one side of the cheek. Looking at the mottled face in the mirror, the smart light flashes, and Chi yuewan takes out his mobile phone.
At the other end, Qin Moyu took a shower and just answered the phone, there was a ticking sound on his cell phone. He clicked it open, and his eyes fell. He was so scared that he almost threw the cell phone out.
In the picture, Chi yuewan's big head stickers with eyes squinting, mouth full of blood and half a grimace in black, with a big red flower in the top of his head, and P on the side:
[do I look good? This woman is really interesting. Is she afraid that he will not have nightmares at night?
He shook his head, but Qin couldn't help laughing: in fact, he knew what she meant. She wanted him to know that the ointment he sent was still used when she saw it, and the specially painted red, big, pouting big mouth that can hang the oil bottle and make a kiss should mean "thank you" to him!
What can be solved by two simple words is so complicated!
"Ha ha" ~ "
was delighted inexplicably. Qin Moyu's mood suddenly became clear. He also knocked a reply to the past:
[well, put more on it, don't be scared! At the other end, Chi yuewan just took off the lipstick on his lips, giggled with his mobile phone in his hand, wiped off the extra ointment on his face, and turned around to walk out.
This noisy and disastrous night ended with a pretty good ending in the minds of both of them -
* * *
after a day's entertainment, he dragged his tired body back to home and went to bed. Lu Yanhao's heart seemed to be frozen and empty.
Unconsciously, his hand touched his neck, and then he took out a silver thin chain, on which hung a pair of rings, stroked them, and then he clenched them forcefully:
ling'er, where are you?
Why is it that Qingcheng has been turned over by him, but there is no news from her, and even Yushu can't contact her? There shouldn't be much money on her. She hasn't returned home. Where has she gone?
A big living man is still dragging such a conspicuous oil bottle. How could it disappear completely under his eyes?
What's wrong?
His heart was so sore that he couldn't breathe. He got up. Lu Yanhao went to the wine cabinet on one side and took a bottle of red wine and a glass of wine. Linger and his baby, who was about to be born, were suffering from heart attack and blood gushing. These days, he frantically looked for her everywhere and worked overtime. He was most afraid of being idle. Every time he saw pregnant women and children, he imitated them Buddha can hear the sound of his heartbreak, as if he is going to die.
After several drinks, Lu Yanhao raised his feet and turned into the bathroom.
The cold water fell, gradually, the frozen body also slowly collapsed. After taking a shower, he inadvertently raised his eyes. The Teddy dog doll in red and blue sweater and alone on the sofa suddenly came into sight. Suddenly, a beautiful voice came to mind:
[ Buy a pair! I hold the white one, you hold the brown one, and you can also embroider the characters. Let's just embroider "male" and "female". It's perfect! [br >
seems to be attracted by a magic force. When Lu Yanhao came back to God, he had carried the White Teddy dog doll embroidered with "wife" into his arms:
"it should have been a pair! Even you're all separated. God, is it doomed that we can't be together? Ling'er, you like dogs so much. Don't you want this, not even your doodle? "
Why is it so cruel? Complain that he hates that he can come to him to settle accounts! Why do you take the child away so cruelly without warning and without saying a word?
Squatting on the sofa, Lu Yanhao's eyes turned. Suddenly, a pair of Blue Mini shoes came into his eyes, hooked up half of the unfinished products that had been formed by surprise, but still hung with thread, stroked the delicate and neat corner, and could feel her heart. Suddenly, in her mind, she had a big stomach every day, and often walked up to her hands and kept knitting, In an instant, Lu Yanhao's eyes are red:
she loves this child - love his child!