Desire to love the president's ecstasy wife

Yin Pu's originally bad mood seemed to be relieved a lot because of her company.My mood gradually stabilized, and I talked about the things in college: "I remember that it was late autumn when I went to Fenglin, and it is only early autumn now. The maple leaves should not be very red yet."

"I remember that time was in the afternoon, and there were a lot of people going to see Maple Leaf." The two students, they changed trains twice, and stood for a long time before arriving at Fenglin Park.

"It was bustling, and everyone was very happy. We were very tired from playing that day, and fell asleep on the bus when we returned to school, and even passed the stop." At that time, the two were unfamiliar with the city, and their eyes were dark.

"That's right, the traffic was not very good at the time. We waited for half an hour and didn't get the return bus, so we walked back to school." They didn't arrive at the school until nightfall that day, but she always remembered the time when they were together The road of love is full of affection but not revealed.

Yin Pu felt guilty and recalled the past. "That night you said that your legs hurt and you couldn't sleep and you texted me." Yin Pu talked about the memory of that time, and his heart gradually felt sour. Those beautiful and innocent years will never go back.

Sometimes I regret it, maybe I should have been with her in the first place, so as to live up to the mutual love between the two.At that time, they had more dreams and less pressure and pursuit of material things.

But on second thought, if he was destined to become a subordinate of a female boss, then he still didn't want his filth to tarnish her pure beauty.If he gets caught up in the female boss and her choice, it will be extremely painful for him.

Xie Yunshu was silent with him. At that time, she was concerned about his words and deeds, and happy because of his concern. Getting closer to him step by step made her love him even stronger.That feeling can only be deepened, not diminished.

The car gradually drove into the hilly area, and the forest was very dense around the curved road. Some trees were full of golden trees, and some were still green.

Yin Pu slowed down the speed of the car, lowered the window glass, and let the fresh air from outside flow into the car.

"I've been in the city for a long time, and it's rare to breathe such fresh air." His voice has become relaxed, without the depression before.

Xie Yunshu took a few deep breaths, joy gradually rose, and said to him with a smile: "If there is such a forest in front of the house and behind the house, life must be very comfortable."

Yin Pu smiled and continued to drive, but her words had been silently recorded in her heart.

After parking the car in the compound outside the park gate, the two got out of the car and walked into the park on foot.

Today is a working day, after 11 o'clock, there are not many people in the park, only people walking in twos and threes.

Seeing the scene, Yin Pu fell in love, and felt a rare tenderness in his heart. He admired the quiet and beautiful forest, and called: "Yun Shu."

Xie Yunshu looked at him from the side, just in time to meet his gaze, the sadness and affection in his eyes were ready to come out.

"What's the matter?" She saw those feelings clearly, and suddenly she was in a trance, and asked delicately.

"It's nothing." Yin Pu turned his head desolately. In fact, he wanted to ask her if he could walk with her hand in hand, but he finally gave up the idea.I didn't hold her hand back then, but now I am no longer worthy.

Xie Yunshu didn't dare to guess what he didn't finish, and walked along the path paved with bluestone slabs, shoulder to shoulder and a little arm's length away, and walked slowly into the depths of the forest with him.

The surroundings became more and more silent, only the sound of squirrels jumping between the branches could be heard.The two of them stepped on the newly fallen dead leaves on the ground, making soft clicking noises every step of the way.

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