Forcibly kissing ex-wife: Divorce bothers me, and the consequences are at your own risk

Chapter 50 Have you ever drank Mengpo soup? (3)

Riding a big horse is the most common game for children growing up. No matter how successful and proud Li Ke is in front of others, he is a father in front of his son.

Nan'er is relatively weak and tired after playing for a while, but he still clings to Li Ke.Looking at the father and son, my aunt was filled with emotion.While pitying the sick child, he felt sorry for Li Ke, who had a "heart disease".

Helpless, heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine, and the person who tied the bell needs to be untied.

Here Li Ke is enjoying the joy of father and son, while Ruoxi over there is already in tears.

After Li Ke left, Ruoxi browsed Taobao happily. She collected a pair of gray cotton overalls and a white T-shirt with letters, and planned to buy them back in a few days. Although the price is not expensive, it only costs 91 yuan including shipping. , but thinking that she has bought a lot of beautiful clothes this month, so this set is in her shopping plan for next month.

When I was about to close the web page, the browser suddenly closed automatically.So she clicked on the small icon of the browser on the desktop, and when the window popped up, she clicked on the address bar. A Sina blog called "The Starting Line of Love" attracted her attention. tidy.

This is a time-based blog. The background color is a gradient of gray and black, giving people a feeling of silence and desolation.The form of the blog post is based on photos, recording the whole process of a couple from acquaintance, acquaintance, love to marriage.And she is the happy little woman in the photo, snuggling in Li Ke's arms, her eyes full of warmth.

Some blog posts are just pictures, and some are accompanied by text. Although there are not many texts, the words are like a steel hammer hitting Ruoxi's heart, causing that fragile heart that insists on pretending to be an iron wall to collapse in an instant. Baptized by the fragmented voices, the combined heart becomes transparent and tender, because love lives in it.

"Wife, have you ever had Meng Po soup? Will you still remember me? If I die, I will never drink Meng Po soup. I will remember you forever."

"Honey, it's raining today. The day we met, it was raining like this. I miss you so much in this weather."

(End of this chapter)