I lay on the bed and looked at the torn letter. I didn't know whether I should read it or not.
Thinking of what Yun Che said to me last night, and then comparing it with Han Yichen's attitude towards me, it was clear that the difference was clear.
I thought about it a lot and struggled in my heart for a long time before I decided to open the letter.
I accepted it, not thinking that I would read it. I could still go back the way I came.
However, that brat Tang Xinrong tore it open for me. Anyway, I tore it all apart. Even if I went back and didn't look at it, I still looked at it.
How can Juanxiu's English fonts be written so well with words spelled out one by one? It's even more beautiful than Chinese calligraphy.
Neat and beautiful, it's like looking at a painting.
ilovethreethingsinthisworld.
sun, moon and you.
sunforming,
moonfornight,
andyouforever.
I was startled and couldn't help but turn over on the bed, holding the pink-blue letter in my arms and looking at the English words on it.
Is it really a love letter?
This sentence is not his original one, but the meaning of this sentence is so beautiful that any woman will be filled with joy after reading it.
There are thousands of floating worlds, but there are three that I love: the sun, the moon, and the queen. The sun is the morning, the moon is the dusk, and the queen is the morning, the dusk, and the dusk.
I thought of what Yun Che said last night. He said that he can treat me the same way as Rong Bai. The only difference is that Rong Bai can't love me, but he can.
I grabbed the letter and didn't know what to do.
She was clearly past the age of love and had even become a mother, but she was teased to the point of being spoiled.
I changed into a red skirt, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at my face and figure. My face was still the same as it was a few years ago.
But those small lines are starting to spread along the eyes, and it feels better when you look closely.
I am twenty-seven years old this year, and I am no longer a seventeen-year-old girl.
Wearing this red skirt is no longer the youthful passion of the past, but the charm of a woman.
I turned around and looked at my waistline and hips. After giving birth, my hips seemed to have grown a bit, so my waist was actually a little thinner.
I took two waltz steps back and forth, and the hem of my skirt spread out like ripples in the mirror. I smiled a little playfully, because I thought my behavior was funny.
The high heels clicked on the floor, but they seemed to be tapping on the window of my heart one after another.
I took my parasol and bag and planned to go out. Han Yichen also took Tang Xinrong to play with toys in the living room.
When Lin Li saw me, he laughed and said, "Hey, everyone else gets up early to put on their makeup, why do you put on heavy makeup at noon?"
This pretty red is really as gorgeous as the legendary Manzhushahua!"
Han Yichen coughed, and Lin Li looked away.
Han Yichen helped Tang Xinrong learn to walk on the sofa with both hands, and said: "Tang Xinrong, your mother is not only stupid, but also very flirtatious. She was hooked up in the middle of the day with just one letter...
That’s why dad doesn’t like it, because what comes to your door must not be good.”
I said: "Han Yichen, I will never forget the harm you did to me in the past. I will not hate you or retaliate against you, but I will live a better life than you, be happier than you, and be happier than you."
I pretended to be happy and said, "Wow, I'm so happy, just like the sunshine outside the window is so bright right now."
He listened to the order and said: "You are not allowed to go anywhere. You are my employee now. Do you think you are on vacation? You have a job."
"I've been here on a business trip for so long and I haven't even had a break. What's wrong with me taking a break today? My boss doesn't care about everything, so why does he care about what I do during my break?"
"The boss wants you to work overtime, what do you do? Do you think you can refuse? Are jobs so easy to find?
If everyone was like you, doing things when they want to do things and not doing things when they don’t want to do things, how beautiful would the world be?"
He said coldly: "Go upstairs and draw a picture for me."
I opened my umbrella and said, "No, fire me if you can."
I just went out, and Lin Li said: "Master, let's go!"
Han Yichen shouted loudly: "The sun won't kill her."
I took a taxi to the agreed place, and Yu Yan was waiting for me at the intersection.
As soon as I got out of the car, she waved to me, and I said, "Sorry, Yu Yan, it won't be too much of a delay for me to call you out in such a big sun, right?"
"It doesn't matter. It's my job to accompany Miss Meng's best friend. The boss doesn't dare not approve the fake ones."
"Thank you very much. You know, I'm not familiar with this place and I don't have many female friends."
"For this kind of thing, just come to me." Yu Yan took me to "Meishijia Beauty Salon".
I was feeling angry and didn't know what to do, so I came here on a whim to get a beauty treatment and massage.
I lay on the massage bed and said, "Meshijia is a good store. Are all the branches here?"
"It's the best beauty salon here. Naturally, it can't be compared with the 'Beauty Salon' that has no other branches in City A."
"Actually, it's just like that. It's just that the reputation lasts longer. Nowadays, the beauty industry is becoming increasingly new and developing very rapidly.
Some stores can actually provide micro-plastic surgery services directly. Is there really any woman who dares to try it?"
Yu Yan said with a smile: "Everyone has a love for beauty. Besides, men like beautiful women. Isn't this the market?"
I laughed and said, "Maybe there will be beauty salons for men soon. Who says we women don't love handsome men?"
"That's right, now is the era when good looks are king."
I sighed and said: "What a pity, what is youth? Who can never grow old? What is good looks? Won't you get tired of it after watching it for a long time?"
I chanted like a poet: "Because of my good looks, I am lucky enough to be loved from a lowly position. If a husband treats others with sex, his love will fade when his sex fades, and his love will be merciful... Women are really a pitiful group."