After a long time, she will become numb... She will lie on her side on the bed, look out on her mobile phone Weibo, look through the private photos she had stored before, and use diverting her thoughts to relieve her pain.
They are all pictures with Jingting, mostly because of work, and many of them are group photos.
Photos of teenage years old should look more intimate. Most of them were taken at home, not so formal. You may celebrate festivals or birthdays. Kyoto Chi-xia also enters... It has a little warmth of home.
Looking through one by one, memories surged in like a tide... Her nose was sour and her eyes were moist.
Through the comparison of these photos, Jingting has been handsome since he was a child, with his innate cold aura and a bit of pride and conceit between his high nose.
He looked extremely gentle and silent against the sun.
Yumengxi loves Jingting, and he is in any state.
Li Mi had not appeared when these photos were taken, and there were not many interactions with Jingting, although they were all about work.
Sometimes I can also go on business with him, stay in the same hotel, and stand on the same public terrace at night to look up at the stars.
Such time is extremely beautiful, but unfortunately I can never go back.
The photos in the album gradually blurred, tears rolled down the corners of my eyes, Yu Mengxi's eyes were filled with hatred, and she held her cell phone tightly, "Li Mi, I hate you!"
"Why did you show up?"
"You raider!"
"You must not die well! Your children must not die well!"
She gritted her teeth and verbally verbally!
I wish I could tear Li Mi with my own hands!
I think it was Li Mi who snatched everything that originally belonged to her! She ended up like this.
At about three or four in the morning, in the master bedroom of the Han family villa.
On the wide and soft bed, Han Xiangyang was sweating slightly and his body was struggling inexplicably!
The wife who was awakened by her side, "Old Han, Lao Han? What's wrong with you?" Peiying held up and shook his shoulders with the light of the night light.
"Old Han, are you uncomfortable? Are you dreaming?"
Han Xiangyang's lips trembled, and he suddenly sat up in shock! He widened his eyes and gasped.
"Old Han..." the wife called out softly and asked with concern, "Have you dreamed?"
He slowly turned his eyes and saw his wife beside him, Han Xiangyang came back to his senses, "..." He dreamed that he was arrested and was not treated well in prison and was despised by thousands of people.
He also dreamed that this woman in front of him could not bear the harassment of the media and the pressure of public opinion, so he jumped off the building and committed suicide...
"Peiying." Han Xiangyang hugged her, "You have to be fine."
The inexplicable words came out of his mouth, and Peiying felt nervous, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
But he hugged her tightly, not letting her look at his face or to see his expression.
After a while, Han Xiangyang calmed down and held her shoulder and gently pushed her away, "It's okay, go to bed. Recently, the work pressure has been high, which has caused great mental pressure."
After saying that, he pulled the quilt and lay down. The scene in his dream just now was still echoing in his mind...
Peiying was very worried. She couldn't help with work.
Relying on him, he lay down gently, reached out to pinch his shoulders, trying to use massage to relieve his fatigue.
"It's okay, you go to bed." Han Xiangyang felt sorry for her. In the dream, she jumped off the roof of the building and fell into a bloody and bloody appearance, which appeared before her.
It made it difficult for him to get away for a long time.
"Wife, if one day..." Han Xiangyang wanted to explain something else, wanting to make her strong, but the wedding was about to come, but suddenly he couldn't say it.
"What's wrong?" Peiying raised her ears and became nervous for no reason, "Old Han, is there something wrong?"