On a rainy night, I was soaked all over, holding the cake he gave to Bai Yueguang, and outside the box I heard him tenderness like never before: "Wanwan, make a wish, I agree to it."
And on the phone was his cold urging from ten minutes ago: "Are you there yet? I'm so anxious to wait."
During the three-year contract marriage, I played the quietest Mrs. Fu, watching him learn skiing, buy a gallery, and celebrate birthdays for another woman.
Until I went to the hospital alone with a fever of 40 degrees, but he was drinking wine and laughing with her.
I left the signed divorce agreement, erased all traces, and completely disappeared from his world.
Later, at the International Design Summit, he stopped me with red eyes and said, "Shigure, I was wrong."
I smiled and nodded: "Mr. Fu, do we know each other?"
——I was once your moonlight extinguished in the rain, now I am my own sun.
"Chasing the wife in the crematorium + the heroine's nirvana + the reunion of the two heroes"
"She ran away from him, and she flew high; he regretted his pain, but she was indifferent."
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The author writes so well. People want to stop. Fu Nan [covering face]
The author writes so well. People want to stop. Fu Nan [covering face]