Long time no see, ex-wife!

Chapter 378

I don't know if this diary will be seen by her, and I feel a little uneasy, but I always feel that I should write something when I am happy.

I seldom write diaries, and I don’t know if other people pick up pens like me, so I can’t help but stop. Thinking about it, I only read Yaling, the content is always broken and wordy, and it always looks like a running account , but it is also kind and lovely, making people unable to bear to let go after reading it. I don’t know how many times I read the old one, but she took the new one back after only reading a few articles. Recently, she read the diary even more It's very tight, and after stealing it a few times, I don't know where she hid it. It's really a pity.

However, in her small room, there are not many places to hide things. After a few more tries, you will always find something, such as the pink lockbox under the bed, the small file bag under the pillow that she always looks at firmly, and the closet. There is a pile of cute underwear on the bottom layer. It is probably impossible under the sheets, because when I lay on it last night, it felt very flat and soft, and it didn't look like there was anything.
The direction seems to be wrong again. The sun has risen very high. Even the president has agreed to cooperate. It is almost time for lunch. I don’t know if she has woken up. When she left, she was still in a deep sleep. He didn't open his eyes a few times, maybe, what should be left behind, why, felt more nervous than her.
It is appropriate to record some serious things in the diary, such as work arrangements, expected plans, and points to be kept in mind. Could it be that she has woken up and has been suffocated so that there is no information?
How did it happen?
At first, she was just happy to help her deal with some headache forms, and she was invited into the boudoir naturally, and then there was a sudden power outage, and thunder and lightning flashed outside the house. Whispered slowly, I don't know when both of them lost their voice, and then
In fact, I am already very familiar with her room, small bed, small table, small chair, small wardrobe, small flowerpot, small decorations, small table lamp, and a little woman who is so attentive to help me serve tea, pour water, hammer her back and rub her shoulders, This kind of request has happened many times. I dealt with it easily, and she served her hard. It was a very harmonious scene, and there was no strange atmosphere. How many times, it is as natural as drinking water and dressing, if there is no opportunity, it is difficult to have any mutations.

Recently, Xie Nan's requirements for her seem to be getting stricter and stricter. Not only is the form a headache, but also books on business management are almost stuffed into Yaling's arms. Yaling has hardships, but of course I feel comfortable I can't get up, the little time spent together has been reduced by a few percent, because of this, I thought she would discuss the transfer of the small shop with her and be her president's wife easily, but seeing her change day by day I continued to do it every month, although it was hard work, but I never mentioned the word "giving up". I seemed to like it very much, and I also hoped that she could have some other sustenance in her heart besides me, so I gave up on my own.

It's just that, occasionally, she still wants to call in reinforcements, and often wants to take a shortcut.

This soldier is me, and of course Lu is also me. In fact, she only needs to say a word, but she has to spend a lot of thought every time. First, she greets me in a text message for a while, and then hesitates to come to her nest. Being a guest was used as bait to lure me into the trap. Finally, I prepared a few pieces of edible fruit and a small pot of tea, and waited quietly for me to drive over happily.

She is Jiang Taigong fishing, and I am a stupid fish who bites the bait. I will not change after repeated admonitions. I know that nothing new will happen even if I enter the hut, and I will go there happily even if it is late. After I fall asleep, I am still full of energy. I must make everything perfect and it is impossible to see that it was done by someone else.

I would be busy until late at night a few times, not because the content was so complicated, I just wanted to stay a little longer and find an excuse not to leave, but every time Elling would definitely wake up when I carried her back to bed, dazed A few seconds later, with a blushing face, she pulled me all the way to the gate, until I drove far away and could still see her standing there waving her hands.
Dad scolded me on the phone that I was no better than that old wood.

The aunt was more tactful, but she also asked me if I would like to take some traditional Chinese medicine to supplement it?
I was speechless.

Yaling looked determined to leave her if I didn't leave her. Could it be that I should lock the door and turn off the lights?
The topic is getting further away, I just couldn't help but send a text message to Ya Ling, and I waited for half a minute for no reply, I can't sit still, maybe today's diary will end here.

Now I understand why Yaling hid the diary. It is indeed dangerous to write this thing. If I don’t stop at this time, I really don’t know what else I will write?

Heh, I couldn't help calling her just now, she didn't seem to be fully awake yet, she actually said, "My waist is so sore, my whole body is so tired, Xie Nan is too much. I was startled, and secretly thought that this matter has something to do with Xie Nan." what relationship?Could it be that Xie Nan's fake show is real, he looks like a loyal employee on the surface, but secretly he is looking forward to Shu, entangled endlessly?Suddenly, I heard what Yaling said indistinctly, oppressing the boss, counterproductive. Only then did I understand the meaning of her words.So don't be in a hurry, just listen to her so slowly, and when she wakes up, as expected, in less than ten seconds, Yaling silences her voice. I called her twice, and her trembling answer is really pitiful, don't wait. I hung up hastily after I confessed, presumably hiding under the quilt with a burning face.I really want to expose her in person and be seen what she looks like.

In fact, I don't have any bad tastes, and I am usually gentle and serious, but I always want to raise my hand to scratch her chin, pull her soft hair, caress her barbs, and press her. Press her occasionally proud little head.Some surprises, but I don't want to delve into it, because we all enjoy this feeling.Just like at this time, knowing that she will definitely not answer my calls again, but still text messages one after another, asking her how she feels?Ask her what she wants to eat and I will deliver it myself?Ask her if there is any discomfort in her body?Do you want me to take care of it?Ask her if she wants me to check out that cute fuse?Of course, I didn't get a reply.
It was only at the end that I said, move to my place tomorrow. She only replied with three words: I am hungry.

The princess is hungry, and I am going to cook. It seems that today’s diary can only end here. Next, I will prepare new bedding, new pillow sheets, new slippers, and new pajamas. This will be a new beginning, because This time, I am convinced that this person is what I want, so everything in the future will not be considered a difficulty, and I will keep going.The diary will continue to be written, no rush.

Hua has something to say: After all, I still didn’t put the meat on it. Please forgive me, Hua can’t write, really can’t. However, maybe the couple will ask a hundred questions later, can it be made up for?

(End of this chapter)