Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

He stood outside the crowd, trying his best to play the role of a conscientious staff member.

He was holding a black umbrella, standing silently in sunglasses under his uniform, and returned home that night.

Secretary Li knew some inside information, but he really didn't expect him to come back so soon.

As an outsider, Secretary Li could see clearly what Wen Ling had done over the years for. He couldn't even imagine whether his boss would still have the desire to keep the company going if that young lady really died.

But he came back after being gone for half a day, which was really strange.

He went to look for Wen Ling that night. When he entered his house, he heard only dripping sounds. It sounded like a murder scene. He followed the sound and came to Wen Ling's room. The door was not closed. Wen Ling was lying on the carpet, as if he was asleep. There were some exquisite gift boxes scattered around him. The smaller the number, the more ordinary they looked, or the older they looked.

Looking around, there were a few white pills scattered around.

He was shocked and shook Wen Ling, but Wen Ling did not respond. Secretary Li immediately called 120.

Secretary Li was standing outside while the gastric lavage was being performed, holding a ladies' ring that she had snatched from Wen Ling.

The style is a bit old, probably from two or three years ago, and it can even be said that it is no longer worthy of Wen Ling's current status.

Well, without saying a word, he rushed to commit suicide.

Life is so hard.

Wen Ling's mental illness became more serious, and he could feel it himself, but after committing suicide, he was not very willing to take medicine. Secretary Li knew why.

However, in recent times, Wen Ling seemed to be cooperating well with the treatment. He went to see the doctor, did the treatments, and took the medicines on time. Finally, the hard work paid off and Wen Ling disappeared.

Secretary Li, feeling exhausted, couldn't find out where he was going.

Of course he couldn’t be found, Wen Ling ran away from the country.

He went to the well-known "grave".

He was holding a shovel in his hand.

Anyone who saw it knew what he was going to do.

Wen Ling didn't believe that Zhou Zhi was really dead.

But after digging the first shovel, he was reluctant to dig the next one.

"Why? You dared to dig my grave by yourself, why did you stop digging after just one shovel?"

Zhou Zhi lay on Wen Ling. He finally agreed to tell her some things about the past. How could Zhou Zhi let it go? Now that he said he would tell her half and keep the other half, she became even more curious.

Wen Ling turned over and took her with him. Zhou Zhi said "ouch" but did not protest at all. She let him hold her. She twisted and found a more comfortable position to lie down.

"How do you still have the energy to be curious? How about we move again?"

Zhou Zhi suddenly remembered something and laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

Like being coquettish.

Zhou Zhi snorted twice and said slowly: "What am I laughing at? I'm angry, but you won't tell me when I ask you——"

In fact, he remembered that every time they had harmonious exercises, he seemed to have a stress reaction, as if he was afraid that she would run away again. It was every time Zhou Zhi was strangled to death that reminded him that they were married, and he would loosen his grip a little.

I just said this casually to cover up, fearing that he was really embarrassed.

Wen Ling lifted up her pajamas collar and kissed her, then quickly got on top of her and begged for mercy in a fake manner: "Ah - don't be angry, don't be angry -"

He broke a sentence into pieces and knocked a person up and down, but he still pretended to be innocent with a big smile on his face.

In a place of deep affection, Zhou Zhi was really annoyed by his excessiveness, and only then did he hear his explanation: "I'm afraid that your spirit in heaven will blame me."

Zhou Zhi scolded him a few times, maybe because of his explanation, he was in a bad mood: "Why, are you afraid that I will come back to cause trouble for you?"

When she calmed down, Zhou Zhi lay on her back, with Wen Ling supporting her with his arms around her. No matter how Zhou Zhi breathed in, she could smell his scent.

Before I could recover from Wen Ling's madness, I heard Wen Ling's hoarse voice: "On the contrary."

"Ok?"

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm a vicious person and won't want to come back to see me."

boring.

"Wen Ling."

Zhou Zhi suddenly called him.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhi smiled brightly: "Kiss me."

Wen Ling was distracted for a moment, then bent down and kissed her.

His love is the heartbeat that repeats over and over again every time he looks, gazes, and observes, without exception.

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When Wen Ling announced the marriage news, people in the same circle were quite surprised, but Wen Ling protected Zhou Zhi very well, and few people knew who the person Wen Ling was protecting so well was. In addition, Zhou Zhi had his own work to do, and although he spent quite a lot of time with Wen Ling, Wen Ling felt that it was not enough, and he didn't want to spend any time with others.

So, as Wen Ling's career developed better and better, the public became particularly interested in the private life of this young and promising industrialist.

Finally one day, everyone met Mrs. Wen, who only existed in legend.

But I still didn't see the real person, I just caught a glimpse of him in the blurry photo.

Zhou Zhi held Wen Ling's hand and watched people slaughtering fish in the crowded vegetable market.

Zhou Zhi originally planned to watch it alone, but Wen Ling went home early from get off work and didn't see her, so he insisted on coming to find her. So Zhou Zhi, in his home clothes, and Wen Ling, in his suit and tie, stood together, watching people slaughtering fish, in a way that was both mismatched and well matched.

Later, someone with a lot of fuss ran to ask Wen Ling, and was quite rude: "Your wife looks a bit vulgar, how did you fall in love with her?"

Wen Ling's cold gaze swept over him, and the man instantly wilted. He didn't expect that Wen Ling would still answer his question.

"I am very grateful that she thinks highly of me."

His eyes were gentle, as if he was remembering something particularly beautiful.

"She is so good that I can't sleep every day. I have to work hard to catch up with her and match her."

Besides, how could I not like it?

She's such a nice person. She ate a steamed bun that was big enough to make you faint and almost choked to death, but she never said a word about the steamed bun. How could it be bad?