Chapter 8 The only way to love him is to be insane. She felt that he also had feelings for her.

Her eyes were lingering, and her fingers touched the man's quiet and handsome sleeping face.

Men have astonishing acumen. She guessed that he had woken up, so she stopped halfway and withdrew her hand, no longer lingering and got out of bed.

Before she was thirteen years old, she was an eldest lady who had nothing to do with anything.

It's just that her career as a young lady stopped at the day her mother passed away ten years ago.

That day, she not only lost her mother but also everything.

Her world was turned upside down.

At the age of thirteen, I have tasted all kinds of life.

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Over the past ten years, she has learned that the kitchen is her nemesis.

As long as she wants to learn other things, she can do it at her fingertips, except cooking.

But a good friend taught her a few tricks and she couldn't starve to death.

After washing up, she walked into the kitchen, cleaned the food she bought neatly, and after the soup boiled, she poured the food into the pot and cooked it in one go.

About ten minutes later, when she came out with breakfast, the man had come downstairs dressed neatly.

The man glanced at her briefly, pulled out his chair and sat in the chief position.

She was startled for a moment, but she actually wasn't prepared for him.

But I saw that he had already sat down, obviously waiting for the meal, and his delicate little mouth closed and closed.

It remained silent until the end.

I ran back to the kitchen with bare feet and brought out two sterilized dishes and chopsticks.

She doesn't like to wear shoes at home and likes to step on the cold floor with bare feet.

There is a heater at home, so she is not afraid of the cold at all. This is a habit she has developed since she was a child and cannot be changed.

Even though she became poor ten years ago, her life was not satisfactory, and her home no longer had heating, she remained the same.

This seems to be her character and cannot be changed.

Similarly, perhaps due to her temperament, she fell in love with someone ten years ago.

The young man's handsome and cold face showed a different kind of tenderness when he faced her.

The tenderness and love that only belong to her.

Ten years later, they met.

But things have changed.

He looked at her strangely, his tenderness was gone and his love was gone.

I threw her across the Pacific Ocean and forgot to cut her off.

She was the only one who couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again, even though she didn't recognize that he was the same person ten years ago.

Her friend Ren Xuanman therefore said that she liked to turn the corner and plunged into a dead end and could not get out.

I heard, "Your husband - Lian Munian is your dead end!"

At that time, she smiled silently and said in her heart: "I can't help it. I found that loving him is my nature. Isn't it said that it is easy to change the situation but hard to change the nature?"

Glancing at the carpet under her feet, she remembered that when she moved here, there were no carpets in the house.

She was secretly happy at that time, weaving in her mind the situation when the two of them were together.

She was barefoot, sometimes like a lazy cat and sometimes like a sparrow. No matter what, she was happy as long as he was around.

Imagination is just imagination, it is all false.

Soon after their marriage, he put carpets all over the house without saying a word, shattering her dream.

Then, I left for more than three months.

How uncomfortable her heart was, she no longer wanted to think about it,

She didn't want to fall out with him, so she turned a blind eye to everything he did outside.

She came to her senses and poured a bowl for him silently without saying a word.

My heart is so congested.

She didn't know what to say, although she had countless things to say to him.

He thought she was angry with him and ignored him on purpose.

His dark eyes narrowed and he said sarcastically, "Is this how you treat guests?"

She was used to his cold and malicious tone.

He always seems to dislike her, her existence seems to make him extremely disgusted, and he never treats her favorably.

She composed herself secretly, without raising her head, and asked calmly, "Are you a guest?"

He pursed his lips, "Who are you showing your face to? Is this your attitude towards your husband?"

The arrogant mother at home was obedient to her father, so why did she treat him coldly after getting out of bed?

It felt as if he was serving her in bed.
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