honey deal

It is often said that time is the best panacea, which can heal the most difficult wounds in the world, and it can also weaken the most passionate feelings in the world.

But Pei Xiaowu knew that she would never forget that man in her life.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is as usual.

Pain is like eating and drinking, you know the taste.

It is obviously painful, but you still have to pretend that nothing happened, that taste will add bitterness to bitterness.

"Xiao Wu, are you working overtime again?" When it was time to get off work, colleagues walked out in twos and threes, and someone asked.

Work has become the best way for her to heal her injuries and relieve her pain. Fortunately, she has long been known as a hard worker, so no one finds it strange.

"Hmm." She responded casually and continued with the work in hand.

When she finally finished her work and left the building, she found that the steps were full of people.

Outside the corridor, it was raining heavily.

Can't help but smile wryly, this is really a typical person who doesn't keep others.

"I don't know who he is waiting for?"

"I'm not waiting for you anyway."

"If it was me he was waiting for, I would immediately agree to marry him."

"Look, he's coming."

A group of bone spirits, usually with their eyes high above their heads, don't pay attention to anyone, but now they are muttering, all of them are exposed, and they are not just a little woman in their bones.

Pei Xiaowu looked over curiously.

In the rain, the man came with a black umbrella, his steady and majestic aura was convincing.

My heart skipped a beat, and my first reaction was to avoid it.

"Xiao Wu."

She was about to turn around when the man called her name.

"Brother Mo, why are you here?" Pei Xiaowu could only stop and greeted with a smile.

Mo Yiqian came in front of him, "I'll pick you up."

All eyes were projected over, Pei Xiaowu felt uncomfortable, and really hoped to leave quickly.

"Thank you!"

Just as he was about to raise his leg, Mo Yiqian squatted down ahead of him.

She was taken aback, did this mean to recite her?

Gasp, one after another.

When he was in a hurry, his face turned red, Pei Xiaowu waved his hands anxiously: "No, no."

"Come on, Tongtong likes me to carry her the most." Mo Yiqian turned his head, smiling fondly, like a loving father who came to pick up his daughter from school on a rainy day.

Her heart warmed up, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist.

When I was a child, I envied other children to have their parents pick them up, especially on rainy days, those little figures lying on their father's back had made her yearn for countless times.

"I'm very heavy." She got on her stomach and took the umbrella.

"Well, it is indeed much heavier than Tongtong." Mo Yiqian supported her with both hands and smiled.

One side of the umbrella supports one side of the world, the outside is windy and frosty, and the inside is impenetrable.

This scene envied countless pairs of eyes.

Pei Xiaowu felt regretful, it would be great if it was Chi Rui instead!

His eyes turned slightly, his breath was suffocated, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

Not far away, an extended Lincoln was parked in the rain. Inside the car window was a familiar face. The man looked at him with good eyes.

With a trembling heart, he couldn't hold a small umbrella with both hands, and it fell to the ground.

"Xiao Wu, is it okay?" Mo Yiqian quickened his pace.

"It's okay, the wind is too strong." Pei Xiaowu hastily withdrew his gaze and covered himself.

The rain hit her face, blurring her eyes, but his eyes flashed clearly in front of her eyes, sad and desperate, and hurt her heart.

In addition, Lincoln was parked in the rain, and no one could know that the man in the back seat was at war with heaven and man, and he didn't even have the courage to turn his head.

In the depths of the double pupil, the pain is manifested.

His hands were gripping the handlebars so hard his knuckles turned white.

All this scene fell into Sen's eyes through the rearview mirror.

"Is it worth it, for such a flirtatious, half-hearted woman? Better than her... There are so many people, why should you be sad for her..."

"You talk too much." There was a voice from the back seat, clear and attenuated.

Sen closed his mouth, sweating coldly.

He lost his temper just now.

For so many years, he is like his shadow, not saying a word more, but also saying a few words, and he is very well-measured.

However, after all, it is a body of flesh and blood, and finally could not hold back.

Sen said nothing, turned on the ignition, and stepped on the accelerator.