The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

She paused.

It's just that at that time, she was really eager to let her mother know—she hoped that her mother would see that she would finally be successful, self-reliant, and happy—to see that she had a successful career and a happy love.

Because I didn't even see my mother's last face, so I thought hard.

Like a nouveau riche, he is unwilling to walk around at night in brocade clothes, hoping to show his face.

Even though her mother is above the kingdom of heaven, she knows she can see it.

Mother, look at my business, the pet hospital where customers come like clouds;

Mother, look at the excellent and considerate Mu Qiaozhi beside me who loves me deeply.

The two things that my mother lacks the most in her life: material and love, she helped her have them.

At that time, she was Dr. Fang respected by everyone.

At that time, she could get any good job opportunity she wanted.

No matter how plain the attitude towards life is, no matter how indifferent to fame and wealth, who can guarantee that there are no other greeds lurking deep in their hearts?

When seeing Fang Dazhuang making noise again and again, and trying to turn to himself again and again, don't you feel a little bit of joy and a little bit of revenge in your heart?

God knows, she really just came back to show her face - she had already decided to stay here for a while, and then go abroad to work in the top research institute that once beckoned to her.

There, there are the best scientific research conditions, the most superior laboratories, and the papers she submitted that were highly praised by the medical community.In time, maybe she will become a famous doctor of a generation and become famous all over the world.

Moreover, there will be Mu Qiaozhi.

And only Mu Qiaozhi.

There will never be Qu Cunzi, Fang Dazhuang...even, Jiang Yueming.

The two of them will surely harmonize their husband and wife, go hand in hand, and become a pair of immortals in the medical field.

If you don't return to China for the rest of your life, will the result be different?

But how can history repeat itself?

It's like we assume that if Hitler was not a German, wouldn't World War II never break out?

If Cixi hadn't been in power in the late Qing Dynasty, wouldn't it have been beaten so badly by Western powers?

Her eyelashes drooped down, covering her eyes, and Mu Qiaozhi couldn't see her emotions clearly.

No noise, no blame, not even crying.

However, how much he wished that she would cry like other shrews who would beat him, bite him, scold him for hating him, and make a fuss.

However, she just closed her eyes, so quiet that no one could feel her presence.

His hand stretched out suddenly, and tightly squeezed her pale hand on the couch.

She felt the warmth and strength coming from her palm, she didn't refuse, and held his hand firmly with her backhand, just like the countless times they had been intimate over the years.

I don't know how much courage these big hands gave her.

Every time he was lost, every time he worked hard, every time he was depressed, every time he woke up from a midnight nightmare... He used to hold her hand like this.

Over time, she developed extreme dependence and attachment.

Parasitic vines do not stop attaching to their hosts because they are afraid of withering.

In my heart, like ten thousand horses stepping through at the same time, dripping with blood.

How can you tell me that I've never been loved?

how can

how can

She held his hand tightly, very, very hard.

He also held her hand tightly, very, very hard.

Time seemed to stand still.

He thought, how good would it be if time never moved forward again?

She also thought, how wonderful it would be if time never moved forward!She paused.

It's just that at that time, she was really eager to let her mother know—she hoped that her mother would see that she would finally be successful, self-reliant, and happy—to see that she had a successful career and a happy love.

Because I didn't even see my mother's last face, so I thought hard.

Like a nouveau riche, he is unwilling to walk around at night in brocade clothes, hoping to show his face.

Even though her mother is above the kingdom of heaven, she knows she can see it.

Mother, look at my business, the pet hospital where customers come like clouds;

Mother, look at the excellent and considerate Mu Qiaozhi beside me who loves me deeply.

The two things that my mother lacks the most in her life: material and love, she helped her have them.

At that time, she was Dr. Fang respected by everyone.

At that time, she could get any good job opportunity she wanted.

No matter how plain the attitude towards life is, no matter how indifferent to fame and wealth, who can guarantee that there are no other greeds lurking deep in their hearts?

When seeing Fang Dazhuang making noise again and again, and trying to turn to himself again and again, don't you feel a little bit of joy and a little bit of revenge in your heart?

God knows, she really just came back to show her face - she had already decided to stay here for a while, and then go abroad to work in the top research institute that once beckoned to her.

There, there are the best scientific research conditions, the most superior laboratories, and the papers she submitted that were highly praised by the medical community.In time, maybe she will become a famous doctor of a generation and become famous all over the world.

Moreover, there will be Mu Qiaozhi.

And only Mu Qiaozhi.

There will never be Qu Cunzi, Fang Dazhuang...even, Jiang Yueming.

The two of them will surely harmonize their husband and wife, go hand in hand, and become a pair of immortals in the medical field.

If you don't return to China for the rest of your life, will the result be different?

But how can history repeat itself?

It's like we assume that if Hitler was not a German, wouldn't World War II never break out?

If Cixi hadn't been in power in the late Qing Dynasty, wouldn't it have been beaten so badly by Western powers?

Her eyelashes drooped down, covering her eyes, and Mu Qiaozhi couldn't see her emotions clearly.

No noise, no blame, not even crying.

However, how much he wished that she would cry like other shrews who would beat him, bite him, scold him for hating him, and make a fuss.

However, she just closed her eyes, so quiet that no one could feel her presence.

His hand stretched out suddenly, and tightly squeezed her pale hand on the couch.

She felt the warmth and strength coming from her palm, she didn't refuse, and held his hand firmly with her backhand, just like the countless times they had been intimate over the years.

I don't know how much courage these big hands gave her.

Every time he was lost, every time he worked hard, every time he was depressed, every time he woke up from a midnight nightmare... He used to hold her hand like this.

Over time, she developed extreme dependence and attachment.

Parasitic vines do not stop attaching to their hosts because they are afraid of withering.

In my heart, like ten thousand horses stepping through at the same time, dripping with blood.

How can you tell me that I've never been loved?

how can

how can

She held his hand tightly, very, very hard.

He also held her hand tightly, very, very hard.

Time seemed to stand still.

He thought, how good would it be if time never moved forward again?

She also thought, how wonderful it would be if time never moved forward!