Secret Love, Hidden Marriage and Escaping Wife

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, and the genre cafe, unlike most cafes, abandoned the comfort of petty bourgeoisie and had a dark main theme. The light was dim as if it were dark, and a few light beams of light were just for decoration. By the way, it was convenient for those who were highly myopic, but could not bear the torture of contact lenses, and also wanted to have their eyes shining unobstructed, to find a way to the bathroom when they needed to urinate. This is Gu Wanqian's favorite place, because here she can have a moment to throw away the stiff disguise on her face. Picking up the extra-large red wine glass in his hand, the oversized latte was slightly bitter, and he took a big sip...