Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Duan Manyu didn't say a word and followed Zhou Liye. Three months... This reminds her of the time she chose to associate with him in order to make him fall in love with her.

They all have the same conditional nature, but their mood is very different.

Zhou Liye's car was parked in the open-air parking lot of the hospital. After getting on the bus, he came to a breakfast stand with Duan Manyu.

This is a very common breakfast stall. The shopkeeper rented the storefront of other people's small restaurants to do breakfast business. There are many varieties, such as porridge, fried dough sticks, baked cakes, fried dumplings and so on.

At the moment, what makes Duan Manyu's heart surging is that she once mentioned this breakfast stall to him. At that time, they accidentally passed by here. She mentioned this breakfast stall, saying it was good and cheap, and it tasted good. She also smiled and said that when she was free, she invited him to come here for breakfast.

I just didn't expect that today, he would bring her here.

"What's the matter? Are you surprised that I brought you here?" his voice suddenly sounded.

"A little, i... didn't expect you to remember here." she said. After all, she just said it casually at that time.

"You also said you would invite me here for breakfast, so today's breakfast is your treat," he said.

She bit her lip slightly and answered.

They took breakfast, Duan Manyu paid the bill, but she ate tasteless breakfast, almost just mechanized eating, and he ate with his head down from beginning to end, his eyes drooping gently, and his long black eyelashes covered his eyes.

No one spoke until breakfast was finished.

After breakfast, Zhou Liye sent Duan Manyu back. At the door of his house, Duan Manyu said to Zhou Liye, "I'm home, thank you."

"Won't you invite me in?" he said.

"No, I'm tired. I want to rest," she said.

"I also want to go in and have a rest. After all, I'm in the hospital, but you've been sleeping for hours," he said.

Choking speechless, she turned, opened the door and let him in. Who let her really "use" someone else's shoulder for hours.

Zhou Liye walked into Duan Manyu's bedroom, stood in front of her bookcase, took a copy of her photo album and looked through it. "I remember you said you wanted to send me a picture of your childhood."

"Ah?" she blinked. Why did he suddenly say this?

"Since I'm here today, send it today," he said, taking a picture of her high school from the album.

"We've all broken up. Why do you want my picture?" she asked.

"Just leave a warning," he said with a gentle smile.

"Warning?" she wondered.

"Warn yourself not to believe in women's so-called love. Maybe I love you today and I can not love you tomorrow. In fact, the so-called undying love doesn't exist at all." he stared at her with a bright smile, but his eyes were cold and terrible.

Her heart, as if it had been jerked, hurt.

Never thought that one day, her photos, given to him, would be a warning. He was the one who made mistakes at the beginning. He made them wrong at the beginning. Why is she the one who hurts now?