Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

How long has it been since I heard such a slightly hoarse voice?Days, months, or years?

Such a voice seemed to have come from a devil named Dongfang Mo, but at that time his voice was not only hoarse but also old.

The deep and hoarse voice tugged at her nerves almost instantly, and at the same time tugged at the deepest painful memories in her heart...

Yan Ru just stood there blankly like that, no, to be precise, she was blankly in this man's arms, raised her head slightly, looked at Nian Zheng in front of her, and didn't know how to answer his question for a moment. Or what should be the response?

The earth seemed to have stopped and rotated, and even the surrounding sounds disappeared in an instant. The only place where she could still feel it was deep in her heart. The heart that hadn't completely died at that moment was still beating thumping.

I used to think that five years could make her forget about being together,

I used to think that five years of busyness could erase everything in the past,

I used to think that I have cultivated to become a fairy long ago, living in an illusory happy family every day, not only can deceive other people's eyes, but also deceive my own heart.

I once thought that everything in the past would disappear like a cloud of smoke, and could disappear without a trace as time goes by.

She once thought that the pain and sadness she experienced five years ago would not appear in front of her eyes, because she was a dead and reborn person, and now she is called Yan Ru.

However, it wasn't until this moment that Yan Ru knew that her idea was wrong, and it was a bit ridiculous.

Rebirth after death?She has never died, so where did she get rebirth?

When she met the devil again, when the suffocating pain came from a certain corner in the deepest part of her heart, everything in the past appeared so clearly in her mind.

It turned out that those past and painful experiences five years ago were not illusory, they had always existed, and in her vitality, they never disappeared, but she deliberately chose to forget them.

No, she never forgot, but she didn't want to remember.

"Yan Ru," Nan Ke's voice came from the exhibition hall: "Yan Ru, where are you? Is the host asking you to speak?"

Nan Ke's voice woke up Yan Ru, who was held in Dongfang Mo's arms, and pulled her back from her meditation.

She quickly regained her sanity and sober brain, and then stretched out her hands to push back the man who controlled her body.

"Sir, can you please let me go?" Yan Ru's voice was calm and steady, and her eyes were cold on Dongfang Mo's face: "Although France is a romantic country, and Paris is a romantic city, Yan Ru It would be a great honor to be embraced by this gentleman so warmly, but now Yan Ru is going to do something, and when Yan Ru finishes her work, shall we get in touch again?"

"Call me after you've finished your work?" Dongfang Mo seemed to have heard some funny joke, and looked down at the woman in his arms: "If you want to contact me, why have you waited for five years? Why didn't you contact me five years ago?"

Yan Ru was taken aback for a moment, and then said calmly: "Sir, I don't know what you are talking about. We just met and we have never met before. How can I contact you? Is this a joke?" A little too humorous?"