In the human world, joys and sorrows, love and hatred are staged every day.

Zhang Haiyang's world is filled with too many things that she doesn't want to face but must face.

Early morning on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

The sky was hazy, showing a deep sense of depression.

Feeling so depressed that he couldn't breathe, Zhang Haiyang woke up suddenly in panic.

Opening his eyes and looking at the handsome face of the man enlarged in front of him, he felt much more at ease.

His frown also relaxed a bit.

If you open your eyes every day and see the person you like lying next to you, breathing evenly and showing a peaceful sleeping face, she will feel like an unreachable luxury.

He took one hand out from the quilt, raised it, and gently outlined the man's handsome eyebrows, straight nose, and sexy thin lips.

The curvature of the corners of her mouth deepened little by little, and a faint smile crept onto her dull face.

Zheng Yuanyang seemed to feel itchy, frowned, raised his hand to wrap Zhang Haiyang in his arms, and continued to sleep.

Zhang Haiyang thought, it seems that he is really tired.

The responsibility of the president of a large group is not only the livelihood of his family, but the livelihood of thousands of people in the company.

The clock on the wall showed the time. It was almost nine o'clock, and there was still one hour left before the time given by Fang Ping.

It's time to make a decision!

Zhang Haiyang gently took away Zheng Yuanyang's hand from his waist, moved his body, and prepared to get out of bed.

It seemed that her movements were a bit big, and Zheng Yuanyang woke up at this time.

Looking at the woman who was moving quietly, Zheng Yuanyang smiled, and in a hoarse voice that sounded like he had just woken up, with a hint of coquettishness, he said: "Would you like to sleep with me for a while longer? I'm so tired! Okay?

?”

Zhang Haiyang's back stiffened, and he slowly looked back at the tender and affectionate man, forcing himself to smile to show him: "I'm hungry and want to eat something."

"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it!" Zheng Yuanyang opened the quilt and sat up, trying to open his still tired eyes.

"No, I'll do it!" Zhang Haiyang smiled faintly, pushed Zheng Yuanyang down on the bed, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"I'll cook it today. You can sleep a little longer. When the meal is ready, I'll call you!"

Zhang Haiyang stepped away with a faint smile and closed the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, Zheng Yuanyang was left alone on the bed.

For the first time, Zheng Yuanyang felt that this woman had such a gentle side towards him.

With a big smile on his face, he fell back to sleep.

He is really tired!

When Zhang Haiyang left the bedroom, he took his mobile phone and made a call to Fang Ping, then hurried into the kitchen.

It's been a long time since I cooked, and I don't know if my skills have deteriorated.

She had to cook this breakfast well and seriously, and there would never be a chance for him to taste her craftsmanship again.

In the phone call just now, she agreed to go back to City B with Fang Ping and discuss the matter of remarriage in detail when she returns to City B.

She couldn't let Fang Ping reveal those unbearable memories to Zheng Yuanyang's father, and she didn't want Fang Ping to take this opportunity to ruin Zheng Yuanyang's reputation.

Rather than letting Zheng Yuanyang learn about this matter from other people's mouths, it would be better for him to tell it himself.

Although, when I said it myself, it seemed like a wound that had been stuttering for a long time was torn open again.

Only she knew the heartbreaking pain.

She couldn't say it to her face, so she could only say it in another way.

I left in order to meet each other better, even though there was no possibility of meeting each other anymore.

Fang Ping is right, she has no right to choose, the only choice she can make is to leave. In the human world, joys and sorrows, love and hatred are staged every day.

Zhang Haiyang's world is filled with too many things that she doesn't want to face but must face.

Early morning on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

The sky was hazy, showing a deep sense of depression.

Feeling so depressed that he couldn't breathe, Zhang Haiyang woke up suddenly in panic.

Opening his eyes and looking at the handsome face of the man enlarged in front of him, he felt much more at ease.

His frown also relaxed a bit.

If you open your eyes every day and see the person you like lying next to you, breathing evenly and showing a peaceful sleeping face, she will feel like an unreachable luxury.

He took one hand out from the quilt, raised it, and gently outlined the man's handsome eyebrows, straight nose, and sexy thin lips.

The curvature of the corners of her mouth deepened little by little, and a faint smile crept onto her dull face.

Zheng Yuanyang seemed to feel itchy, frowned, raised his hand to wrap Zhang Haiyang in his arms, and continued to sleep.

Zhang Haiyang thought, it seems that he is really tired.

The responsibility of the president of a large group is not only the livelihood of his family, but the livelihood of thousands of people in the company.

The clock on the wall showed the time. It was almost nine o'clock, and there was still one hour left before the time given by Fang Ping.

It's time to make a decision!

Zhang Haiyang gently took away Zheng Yuanyang's hand from his waist, moved his body, and prepared to get out of bed.

It seemed that her movements were a bit big, and Zheng Yuanyang woke up at this time.

Looking at the woman who was moving quietly, Zheng Yuanyang smiled, and in a hoarse voice that sounded like he had just woken up, with a hint of coquettishness, he said: "Would you like to sleep with me for a while longer? I'm so tired! Okay?

?”

Zhang Haiyang's back stiffened, and he slowly looked back at the tender and affectionate man, forcing himself to smile to show him: "I'm hungry and want to eat something."

"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it!" Zheng Yuanyang opened the quilt and sat up, trying to open his still tired eyes.

"No, I'll do it!" Zhang Haiyang smiled faintly, pushed Zheng Yuanyang down on the bed, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"I'll cook it today. You can sleep a little longer. When the meal is ready, I'll call you!"

Zhang Haiyang stepped away with a faint smile and closed the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, Zheng Yuanyang was left alone on the bed.

For the first time, Zheng Yuanyang felt that this woman had such a gentle side towards him.

With a big smile on his face, he fell back to sleep.

He is really tired!

When Zhang Haiyang left the bedroom, he took his mobile phone and made a call to Fang Ping, then hurried into the kitchen.

It's been a long time since I cooked, and I don't know if my skills have deteriorated.

She had to cook this breakfast well and seriously, and there would never be a chance for him to taste her craftsmanship again.

In the phone call just now, she agreed to go back to City B with Fang Ping and discuss the matter of remarriage in detail when she returns to City B.

She couldn't let Fang Ping reveal those unbearable memories to Zheng Yuanyang's father, and she didn't want Fang Ping to take this opportunity to ruin Zheng Yuanyang's reputation.

Rather than letting Zheng Yuanyang learn about this matter from other people's mouths, it would be better for him to tell it himself.

Although, when I said it myself, it seemed like a wound that had been stuttering for a long time was torn open again.

Only she knew the heartbreaking pain.

She couldn't say it to her face, so she could only say it in another way.

I left in order to meet each other better, even though there was no possibility of meeting each other anymore.
Chapter completed!