High-priced love hunting game

Chapter 305 [Fan Wai] Love and Hate Recovery の Night God Liuhui 11
At this time, I suddenly thought, if that person is still there, he will definitely be able to help him share a lot of things.

However, after thinking about it, now, that person is gone, and there are only two of us, isn't it better?
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In the following days, the company was managed very well and everything was on the right track.

And I have also become a person surrounded by thousands of love.

He was very good to me, very good.

Whatever I want, he'll get it for me.

As long as I like it, just take a look, and it will be in front of me the next day.

I feel that I am happy, and I am going to die happily.

At the same time, I stopped calling him brother.

Because, he is my lover, I don't want him to be my brother.

I know he treats me well, so I try my best to cater to him.

For example, I will learn to start eating the meals he likes, become very sensible and help him serve a cup of tea when he comes back from hard work, for example, I will ask him if there is anything he needs help with, etc.

Although he never arranges for me to do anything, I can still see that the tenderness and smile in his eyes seem to have increased.

I have a happy dream, so sweet that I get tired of it, and I want to tell him when the time is right.

However, that day, when I went to look for a piece of clothing in his room, I suddenly found a photo of him on the bedside!
In the photo, a beautiful girl in a kimono stood there under the gorgeous cherry blossom trees, looking charming and charming.

When I saw this photo, I couldn't express my anger!
At that moment, my sweet dream was broken...

This person, who has been away from us for a long time, even puts her photo on the bedside!

I was so angry that I picked up the photo album and fell to the ground!Then, he stepped on two feet.

The sound of glass breaking was harsh, but this photo pierced my heart even more!

At night, when he came back from get off work, he was as gentle as ever.

However, when he came out after returning to his room, his face was the ugliest I had ever seen before.

His voice was a little trembling, but he asked me very tactfully: "Did you go to my room?"

Seeing his appearance and thinking that he was angry because of that photo, I also became angry, and I said loudly: "Yes! I broke the album! I even stepped on it a few times! That person is dead!"

(End of this chapter)