The beautiful wife of the president

She can only stand on the edge of happiness. For her, warmth is just a longing and out of reach. (@@

Zhanyan finally drove the car to the seaside. The ocean shrouded in darkness was an unfathomable color, and the huge waves were rolling, as if they were going to swallow fresh life at any time.

She stood alone on a raised rock on the coast, and put a bunch of white chrysanthemums under her feet.She looked blankly at the horizon where the sky and the sea meet in the distance. Her grandmother was buried here. Six years ago, she personally sprinkled flowers and her grandmother's ashes into this sea area.

"Grandma, I'm here, Yanyan is here to see you." Zhanyan put her hands on her cheeks and called to the sea.

Because of Lu Ruping's rejection of her, Zhanyan grew up with her grandmother since she was a child. Grandma is her closest relative in this world. She gave her the best education and endless love. Leave her a large fortune.However, Zhanyan donated the money to Project Hope in the name of her grandmother.Many people said that she was hypocritical and contrived, but Zhanyan just didn't like getting something for nothing, and she felt that the wealth did not belong to her.

The first time I saw Ji Weiyang was at his grandmother's funeral. He wore a neat black suit and bowed three times in front of his grandmother's portrait.At that time, Zhanyan was still very unfamiliar to him, and he only vaguely heard from his parents that Ji Weiyang was the most low-key and the best among his peers, but her impression of him was limited to this, because after many years , They never met again until that drunken accident. From then on, there was no more color in her life, except for waiting, which was still endless waiting.

Zhanyan was sitting on the big stiff rock, the sea breeze raised her skirt and long hair in the shawl, she lowered her head, tears fell on the back of her hands one by one, she felt that she was useless, every time she got hurt, I will only hide here with my grandma to heal my wounds.When her grandmother was alive, she told her that Yanyan was a delicate girl, so she didn't have to pretend to be strong. At that time, she had her grandmother's arms to rely on, but now that her grandmother is gone, she can only rely on her own strength to survive.

"Little girl, why are you still sitting here? The sea wind is strong at night, it's dangerous, come down quickly!" The light of the flashlight swayed back and forth beside Zhanyan, it was the old man who was watching the night in the seaside park.

Zhanyan quickly wiped away the tears on her face, took off her high heels, and groped and walked down the reef step by step carefully.

When Zhanyan drove back to the villa on the top of the hill, it was already past twelve o'clock in the morning. She entered the door tiredly, her long hair was disheveled by the sea breeze, and she was still holding red high-heeled shoes, looking extremely embarrassed.

In the dark, when she saw Ji Weiyang on the sofa, she was startled at first, and then remembered that the days passed quickly in a daze, and today is the eighth day again.

No one turned on the lights. In the darkness, Ji Weiyang stared at her quietly, the color in his eyes was deeper than the night.They were silent with each other, Zhanyan walked past him to the bedroom after a brief moment of stupefaction, completely ignoring him.

Ji Weiyang laughed mockingly, put out the cigarette butt at his fingertips, got up and walked to the bedroom.Pushing open the door, he saw Zhanyan sitting on the bay window. The bedroom was also pitch black, and the mottled light and shadow outside the window fell on her pale face, infecting her with an inexplicable desolation.

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