Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

Early summer is picturesque.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, as if you could catch the spring that had not slipped away.

The gauze curtain of the French window blew with the wind, and the thin golden awns slipped in, but it could not warm the dark room at all, but it was a little more empty and cold.

Ge Di, a painful murmur sounded, which was a little less sweet and greasy than the whispering of a woman.

"Mom, be careful..."

On the big bed covered with black sheets and brocade quilts, the traces of the woman turned over and over, wrinkled the original flat and smooth sheets. In her sleep, her forehead was covered with glittering and fine beads of sweat, and her slender, plain white hands tightly grasped the brocade quilts on her body.

"Don't go... Mom..."

"Don't leave me..."

I don't know how long later, the dream ended, the woman woke up from her sleep, grabbed the ten fingers of the quilt, turned white, and her closed eyes slowly opened.

What kind of eyes are they? Words, words and ink can hardly describe them. The eyes condensing the stars are full of water and light. They are a little misty, and there are hidden sadness and melancholy. It seems that they have experienced bitter despair and vicissitudes.

The dim light from the curtain let Jane know that it was early morning. Her messy long hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her white cheeks, which added a bit of decadent beauty.

His right hand slowly lifted up and covered his forehead. From the gap between his fingers, his eyes stared at the ceiling empty, so that people could not see what she was thinking.

After a long time, she sat up a little decadent, leaned back on the bed, looked at the French window, unconsciously covered with some water light between her eyes, and the complex emotions on her chest were endlessly churning.

Oh, the same dream again!

This damn dream is as realistic as ever

Open the quilt, Jane got out of bed, took out a casual suit from the wardrobe, and then walked slowly to the bathroom.

In the bathroom mirror stained with moisture, the woman's limbs are slender, and the skin like lanolin jade looks more elastic and broken under the bathroom light. What is amazing is the absolutely beautiful face. Under the full and smooth forehead, the eyebrow shape does not need any pruning, but it is naturally shaped. The narrow and strange eyes are half narrowed, and the upturned and curled eyelashes are perfect. The dark pupil is as deep as midnight, and there is no bottom. A tear mole under the right eye makes the snow face a little mysterious and enchanting.

To put it bluntly, a woman's face is God's preference. It's so beautiful that people can't help but want to see what this face looks like with a smile.

Jian Qing looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly closed her eyes. When she opened it again after a few seconds, the sadness and emptiness in the fundus of her eyes were swept away, the eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and the ruddy lip petals lifted an inconspicuous radian.

Indifference and alienation are like wearing a mask!

After washing quickly, she changed into a set of black casual clothes, and her waist's long hair was stained with some moisture. She hung behind her at will, and Jane walked out slowly.

Stopping in front of the French window, Jane Qing reached out to the curtain. The sound of the curtain being pulled open was very clear in the quiet room.

The morning light was shining, and the turbulent and soft golden awns poured in instantly, adding a bit of light and warm color to the room.

Jane Qing put down her hand holding the curtain, raised her feet and walked to the landing window. Leaning against the railing, she looked around. Large tracts of rose flowers kept coming into her eyes. The faint fragrance of rose flowers seemed to linger at the tip of her nose, which eased her slightly impetuous mood and calmed down.

In the vast sky, there are clouds that will never disperse. Below the clouds is a huge Rose Manor. All kinds of roses are equal and bloom their colors. The fragrance of roses covers the whole manor, and perhaps a dream that doesn't want to wake up

Oh, the roses are in bloom again!

Mommy, you think it's beautiful too, don't you?

Wisps of breeze blew, and her thoughts drifted away. The harsh collision sound, the dazzling blood red and the dying female voice seemed to be playing back in front of her, so clear and so painful.

A few inaudible footsteps came from behind. Jian Qing's eyes, who was still immersed in his thoughts, flashed, and a faint radian drowned in the corners of his lips. However, the smile mark was a little more warm, not like the false one just now.

In front of him, the warm palm of his hand didn't need to guess. Jian Qing already knew who the visitor was, and his lips overflowed with a slight smile.

"Lolo, why didn't you say it in advance when you came back?"