The beautiful wife of the president

"I'll talk about it later, I don't want to do it today.‖..." She was about to back away from him, but he grabbed her into his arms with one hand.Ji Weiyang buried his head in her shoulder, and kissed her snow-white neck.Zhanyan couldn't break free for a while, and lost every inch of him, Ji Weiyang had already lifted off the silk pajamas on her chest, and hugged the rose that stood upright on one side, and bursts of numbness came from between his lips and teeth. , that feeling is so subtle that it is indescribable, the rationality of the show is desperately resisting, but the body clamors to cater to it.

Just when Zhanyan was struggling with physical and emotional pain, the phone rang quickly, dispelling the warmth in the room.

Ji Weiyang picked up the phone in frustration, and Lu Manyun's mournful cry came from the other end of the line, "Weiyang, come quickly, An Qi, she..."

Ji Weiyang's face changed drastically in an instant. He put on his shirt and trousers neatly. There were too many complicated emotions written on his handsome face, self-blame, pain, depression, panic...these were all things that had never appeared on him before. Even at this moment, he has completely forgotten the existence of Zhanyan.

And Zhanyan didn't know what happened, but he didn't need to think about it, it must have something to do with Lu Anqi, only that woman would make him nervous, making him no longer like that calm and self-reliant Ji Weiyang.

"Where are you going?" Zhanyan finally made a sound just before he rushed out the door.

"Yanyan, I don't have time to explain to you..."

"Don't go." Zhanyan sideways blocked his way, she looked up at him, with tears in her eyes, but her eyes were unusually firm.

Ji Weiyang's eyes were dark, cold, and even a little heartless, "Zhanyan, why be aggressive, this doesn't look like you at all."

Zhanyan smiled ironically, with a beautiful dimple, but tears welled up in his eyes.She can no longer do what she used to do, watching him hold other women in his arms, but aggrievedly forbear and give in.She wanted to bet this time, bet all her happiness, bet on her and Ji Weiyang's future.

"Weiyang, if you go out from here tonight, it will be over between us." Her tone was as light as a goose feather, but her words were as heavy as gold.

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Up to this point in the text, it reminds Shui of a poem by Tagore: The furthest distance in the world is not the separation between life and death, nor the separation of heaven and earth, but when I stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you.Perhaps because it has been repeated too much, this sentence has become a bit cheesy, but if you savor it carefully, it still makes Mou Shui feel like crying. There is always a kind of pain in this world that makes people feel heartbroken, just like Ji Weiyang and Zhanyan are clearly in love, but they hurt each other. This road of love is destined to be full of thorns.

At this point, the article is about to be put on the shelves. This article is slow to heat up, and many plots have not been unfolded. This article still follows the path of abuse. The difference is that there is love in the abuse, and it will not be abused for the sake of abuse.You feel the pain of abuse, it is because the love is too deep.Finally, I still hope that you can continue to support Shuishui. Shuishui will write this article with great care, hoping to satisfy all your relatives.

Hee hee, no more nonsense, tomorrow will be a [-]-word update, dear friends, don’t forget to subscribe, bow deeply, Shui Shui thank you in advance. (Spoiler: Shui said that the next paragraph will open. The boat ha.)

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