Laughed good-looking woman, from the fundus reveals a happy, laughing good-looking man holding a woman's hand tightly.
Exceptionally felt familiar, Lengle Leng, Xin Ting's hand who unconsciously up, and firmly grasp the chest of clothes. Quiet to hear a second pointer one
second walk, a quiet parking lot, even coming and going across, it seems, have not favored this one.
Do not know how long, where Xin Ting's face or some confusion, it seems that finally the hot air is very stuffy, and obviously trembling hand, froze there
without moving the ear is accompanied by the familiar voice of a head full of fantasies , after all, imagine the original until the very end. Until the tears
flow unconsciously from the eyes down, cover your mouth, crying voice still as loud, harsh.
The black car next to or across a black car, sitting in the car Shi Xiaojie quietly watching this scene, where Xin Ting from the bike to enter the white
car, stop, pull down the window, to the loud cry sound, he see clearly, clearly cutting back and forth like a knife somewhere in the body, never ceased, and
never stop.
This should be the second time to see her cry so.
So long, no matter what kind of things she did not cry, most often silent, or anger, she could not suppress the excited voice.
Really very little crying.
Shi Xiaojie inexplicable affects the mouth, seemed suddenly very funny: it was deliberate, on purpose so he stopped there to see, is a deliberate voice
crying so much so that he could hear, she must are intentional, to her character, she will be considered very accurate, do not miss, can not go
wrongWorkplace Mopa roll for three years, mingled a little managerial positions.
27-year-old, a current husband, a house set. Fairly stable and comfortable life now.
To talk about my husband. My husband is a freelance writer, every day is the greatest love nest in the study kept hammering. He has a light pen name called
Bi Linxia, ??said the little girl in the fairly well-known. Although I have been long out of girlhood, but I am deeply proud of this. This is my husband ah.
Speaking of our marriage, not 7.80's so conservative, but very 90's features. We all know that 90 is independent, not bound by the rules of the world. So we
met fell in love on the Internet are not so surprised. Speaking to regret ah, had the university that my innocent little rabbit, not yet tasted the love of
good taste, on this wicked wolf fell into the trap line, obediently follow him up. Online dating, even now we still a little too much, not to mention that in
our 80s. I want my life to do the most daring thing is that much. More to shock the world is yet to come, had decided together, both parents are veiled. The
reason is a bit away from our big fear of the future will not get along. I, urban, tertiary college, and my husband is a countryman, high school graduation.
Of course, I do not look down on my husband, but the fact that nothing happens. But we were really gluey, they do not marry non-non-they do not marry. So we
secretly discussed and decided among themselves, secretly without telling their parents went to the licensing of Civil Affairs. Marriage Well, not that 9
dollars to do. 9 dollars, we can afford. Now think about it, really simple tight, do not marry, no rings, no wedding, I am really a big loss to say. (Well,
later in life he was properly exploited because as I secretly think)
Of course, our life is not when the two old people want to be so unbearable, like love, marriage, it is full of poor Youyanjiangcu tea. Although we did not
love the original grandeur, but also very warm. My husband is still very good. I was the only child, childhood spoiled, and occasionally will interest
dictates to do housework, but it does not proficient in this art. Therefore, our home is completely hand bag husband. When I came home exhausted every day, I
saw the purifying effects of the floor and hot meals, say that they have to be touched by the lightning. Sometimes run into a special holiday, such as
wedding anniversary, or Valentine's Day, we will go out and to rub meal, eating a candlelight dinner, the horse god. I was immersed in the love which my
husband, but then forgot the man is always a good man, my heart will be some male chauvinism, innocent girl looking forward to a virtuous wife, but not
willing to wash their hands every day for their soup. I was really some confidence too far.
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