It's late winter, the wind is cold, and it's early in the morning.
In a five-star hotel.
There was a young woman wandering in the lobby, her soft eyes hiding anxiety, and looking at the elevator from time to time. She held two documents in her hands: one was a divorce agreement; the other was a pregnancy diagnosis from the hospital. Drama
After receiving the divorce letter from the lawyer, she learned that she was pregnant.
The child seemed to be a hope and surprise given to her by God.
Like all ordinary women, she hopes to win back her husband's heart through her children.
The elevator opens.
A handsome man and a beautiful woman stepped out of the elevator, and they walked out intimately.
Once, his eyes only looked at her. But now? Looking at another woman?
Her chest hurt so much, like it was torn apart, that she couldn't breathe. With trembling little hands, she tightly grasped the sleeve of the handsome man. She told him that she really, really loved him. From now on,
She will be very good and obedient... I just hope that he will not leave her side, and hope that he can go back to the past.
However, she was wrong——
The man stared indifferently at the woman kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy. Without leaving a word, he turned around and threw away those pale little hands.
He would never know that when he turned around, a woman with heavy makeup sneaked up beside him and kicked her hard in the stomach.
She lay on the ground, clutching her painful stomach, sweating profusely.
This is a dream, it must be a dream! When she wakes up from the dream, he will still be by her side, holding her in his arms like a treasure, softly whispering lingering love words in her ear:
——Qingqing, I like your weakness and your well-behavedness. You don’t need to become strong. My shoulders will be what you rely on.
——Qingqing, my life is to protect you, and your existence is to love me.
——Qingqing, I am your prince, and you are my beloved princess, the unique princess.
——Qingqing, I love you, I will only love you forever...
…
Three years later.
In a busy section of the city center, there is a high-rise residential building with a luxury apartment on the twenty-fifth floor.
There is a large, comfortable garden-shaped bed.
Xu Wanqing woke up from her nightmare, with slightly damp hair on her temples.
Three years later, that scene is still so clear in my dream.
That unbearable past...
Looking out the window, the sky has darkened.
She tugged at the corners of her lips, showing a mocking smile, then took the cigar on the bedside table and lit it. The smoke filled the air, making that delicate face become more blurred, soft and melancholy.
At this time, the phone rang. She picked it up and saw the name on the caller ID.
"Hi, what's up?"
"Mr. Xu, are you going to President Xiao's engagement party tonight?" The caller came from her secretary Zhang Wei.
President Xiao? Xiao Zhuoyan? Her ex-husband? In an instant, an extraordinary and handsome face appeared in her mind. It was a face that a woman was willing to indulge in... She once had the same obsession, as addictive as poisoning.
Like a moth to a flame, it was deep and unable to extricate itself... but in the end, it was all bruised and bruised.
However, tonight is his engagement party.
It's a bit surprising, why not get married directly? For some people, being engaged... feels less secure. It can break up, break up, or be abandoned at any time.
because--
Who would such a man fall in love with?
No, he will not love anyone, nor will he belong to any woman...