Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

She knows that she is extreme, but she is such a person, she can no longer give herself any opportunity or reason to involve anyone related to Pei Anzhi, one thing, lest she make herself... regret it.

Back at the villa, Ye Susu sat on the sofa and silently looked around the huge living room.

Tears slipped silently again, and she really couldn't force her to be calm.

What did she give up?

What did she give up, who can understand her?

The person she is waiting so cautiously is her heart, her treasure, and her life.

In her youth memorial album, Pei Anzhi accounted for almost all, accounting for all the beauty and sourness.

Her life, from the day she met Pei Anzhi, was destined to end in this way.

If she only regarded that encounter as an affair, maybe she would not have the current Ye Susu.

She likes lively, but she also likes to sit alone in the corner and drink coffee~www.readwn.com~ or in the afternoon when the sun is full and the temperature is good, or in the rainy day, in the corner near the window, sometimes reading the book in her hand , And sometimes looked up at the rain screen outside, dumbfounded.

The first encounter was a rainy day shortly after she entered university.

In the northernmost corner outside the school, there is a small coffee shop.

The cafe is very quiet. Because of the location, there are not many people in the shop. In the north corner, there is a window next to the window. The location is wooden and has a bar-like design. The high chair faces the window and under the window. It is a garden with lush green plants.

She ordered coffee and she was very happy because she still had a bag of cookies in her bag.

I found out the half-read book borrowed from the library, foreign mystery novels, very appetizing, and she was ecstatic after reading it in a moment.

She vaguely felt that there was a person sitting next to her. She didn't care too much, because when she first came, she saw a book next to it that seemed to be related to financial management.

When the coffee came, she raised her glass and took a sip, and took her own cookie on her left hand.

The person next to him also took a piece of it. She naturally noticed it, and glanced at the person next to him, only to see his profile, indifferent, expressionless, without any apology.

She just wanted to talk about the theory, but she felt that she shouldn't be too stingy, just a biscuit.

But for the second and third pieces, whenever she took a piece, the person would always follow her to take one piece, but he didn't even look at her, which was of course annoying.

After enduring it for so long, she couldn't bear it, but two or three people came to the coffee shop one after another. They didn't want to let people watch the jokes, so they kept silent.

But in the end, the cookie was filled with an odd number, and there was the last one, so she stopped reading, and looked at the cookie next to her with her head sideways, so she looked at the man for a while.

She wanted to see what he would do.

If she asked her to eat, then she would forgive him.

Although it was her own cookie.

A man wears simple jeans and a white shirt. The skin on the side of his face and his neck is almost whiter than that of a woman. He curls his lips. Even though he is a handsome guy, he grabbed his own cookies and ate it for granted. The quality is absolutely good. problem.

As a result, she watched the man turn his head, his expressionless face was beautiful and shocking.

He glanced at the only cookie left in the bag, and finally took it in his hand...