Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 1005 There is a kind of careless pain, stronger than physical wounds

However, Winnie is sensitive, and she is familiar with the orchid fragrance inherent in men.

She knew that An Qiyue notified him.

He came, but she was not in the mood to see him.

Don't even want to see it.

In addition to the guilt of not having a child, and the indecent photo of unknown origin, she questioned this marriage that was originally a half-hearted marriage.

There is no doubt that she loves him and regards him as rare as a god in her heart.

However, this god suddenly became entangled with an unknown woman one day, and at that moment all his images collapsed and were completely destroyed.

She was disappointed and heartbroken.

But it's not irrational, she still has a little bit of hope in her bones: maybe, the photos are synthetic, and it's a means used by some boring woman jealous of her happy marriage to deliberately stimulate her.

Wei Ni closed her eyes, feeling that the bed behind her had collapsed a bit, and opened her empty and dull eyes.

She didn't turn around immediately, and the incomparable clarity kept circling in her mind.

They have been married for more than two years and have known each other for ten years. He has never said such words as I love you or I like you to her.

She originally thought that he couldn't say or was not good at expressing such boring love words, but now she thinks that's not the case.

He would say it, but not to her.

If she remembers correctly, he seemed to have said it when he stood in front of the grave of his first love girlfriend that year.

Winnie felt hot liquid slipping from her cheeks to her mouth, she opened her chapped lips and licked it, it was salty, bitter, and a little sour.

There is a kind of careless pain, stronger than physical wounds, which can subtly devour people's souls.

Wei Ni didn't dare to choke up and wiped away her tears quietly.

Her careful movement did not escape Alan's sharp eyes.

Allen looked at her back, but couldn't see her face.

It can only be based on feeling, it seems that there is a long distance between them, and the rift between them is so strong that he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

He sat quietly for a while before he spoke lightly, his magnetic voice was extremely hoarse and penetrating, "I'm sorry for making you suffer."

The sincerity of his apology even sounded somewhat ironic to Winnie.

She pursed her lips, tears rolled down silently, and it took a long time for her chest to calm down slightly.

She spoke slowly, with a weak and pitiful voice, like a remnant lotus swaying in the wind, "What are you sorry for? You didn't apologize to anyone, but I was careless and didn't protect myself."

She paused, her voice was rustling dry and tingling, "You came back last night, I didn't rest well, and I'm tired now. I don't want to talk about anything else, I just want to sleep. When I wake up from the dream, let's talk again Let's talk, Mr. Allen."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes again, silently feeling the suddenly cold low air pressure.

Allen's originally raised hand was retracted in mid-air, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable because of the woman's weak voice of "Master Allen", and even his breathing became cold.

He suddenly looked at her back, his amber eyes were deep and deep, like a thousand-year-old well, unfathomable.

Allen only sat for a short while before he stood up and turned his back to her.

He knew she wasn't asleep, and he didn't intend to see her.

This attitude of refusing him at the door made him not only vaguely uneasy, but more shallowly worried.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the scorching sun outside the window, then squinted his eyes, as if he remembered something.

It seems that in half a month, they will have received the certificate for the third anniversary.

The day they received the certificate was her birthday.

(End of this chapter)