The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 1811 The Curse
She wanted to buy a small house, and even if she couldn't live, she would take her adoptive mother over.

There is still a fixed deposit of 20 yuan in the bank, and she plans to use this money to pay the down payment and mortgage a small house.

The dim streetlights elongated the figures of Ye Yiwei and Meng Zhanyang, rubbing their shoulders from time to time, looking very harmonious.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Meng Zhanyang's smiling face. Ye Yiwei felt sore in her heart, her nose also became sour, and a thin layer of mist filled her eyes.

It would be great if she could be with him without burden, she just wanted to live a plain and simple life.

Say goodbye to this?

She is unwilling, really unwilling, not easy to get a little closer to her simple family dream, and cannot give up easily.

Wanting to have a warm home has been her wish since she was a child.

With a considerate husband and lovely children, everything is so beautiful.

Even if it has always existed in her fantasy, it is still so intoxicating.

When a gust of wind blew, Ye Yiwei shivered, hugged her hands, touched her arm full of goosebumps, and sighed softly: "It's so cold."

"Is it cold?" Meng Zhanyang immediately took off his suit jacket and put it on Ye Yiwei's body.

"Thank you!"

Ye Yiwei was smiling all over her face as she wore a suit with residual body warmth on her body. It felt really good to be cared about.

"Need not."

Meng Zhanyang smiled back at her, their eyes met in the air, and when they touched, they shyly turned away and looked ahead.

He took her hand into his palm and walked on.

His hand is big, but very soft, and being wrapped in such a hand can only feel at ease and at ease.

Although he has an introverted personality, he is extremely considerate. If you can marry him, you will be very happy.

And Ji Yunyi has always been a heart disease of hers, and today this heart disease has finally become a heart demon, entwining her, and tightly refusing to let go.

He won't let her go easily.

Ye Yiwei took a shower and lay on the bed, her mind was full of Ji Yunyi's cold face.

Why did he do this to her?

Was he happy to see her suffer?
Hate him, hate him, hate him so much!

Holding the sheet tightly, her slender fingers were glowing white.

Thinking of Ji Yunyi's overbearing, Ye Yiwei felt so painful, her heart throbbing.

Covering her head with the quilt, she couldn't help crying bitterly. Although she wanted to stop crying and face it bravely, the extreme sadness had already turned into tears and accumulated in her eyes. When her heart twitched, the tears poured down.

In the past four years, she has been thinking about him all the time.

She shouldn't think, shouldn't fall in love with him.

There are some people that she can't think about, just like him, the more she thinks about herself, the more painful she is. It's not others but herself who pushes herself into the abyss.

Ji Yunyi is like a curse, entwining her day and night, unable to get rid of it, even if he treats her like this, he can't stop thinking about him, even the hatred is accompanied by painful longing.

After tossing and turning in bed several times, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Anshasha forgot to bring the key again?

Ye Yiwei got up from the bed, wiped away the tears on her face, and buried her head to open the door.

"Anshasha, is that you?" Standing by the door, she asked uncertainly.

No one answered, Ye Yiwei raised her voice and asked again: "An Shasha, An Shasha, is that you?"

"Open the door."

This time, there was an answer, but it was the voice from hell.

(End of this chapter)