Heart Broken Secret Love

When Rongshen cooked the dumplings, Jiangbei called his family and said goodbye to the new year. Rongshen listened to her and her family's words in the kitchen. His heart was like the dumplings in this pot, and his heart was boiling fiercely.

Originally, he was going to call Sumu, but Rongshen came out with two plates of dumplings. Jiangbei gave up the idea of calling, but sent a short message in a hurry: Susu, happy new year.

The dumplings were surprisingly delicious, and they were not inferior to her mother's craftsmanship. She could not help but look at the man in front of her, but as long as she touched his eyes and looked at himself, Jiangbei could immediately think of his attitude towards himself.

As the morning approached, the words about Rongshen appeared more and more frequently in Jiangbei's mind. She could not deny her nervousness. She even looked around for defensive weapons. Unexpectedly, Rong Shen saw through it:

"what are you looking for? The knives are all in the kitchen. Can I bring them to you? "

Jiangbei's heart was inexplicably quiet because of Rongshen's words. She looked at him:

"it's late, you should go back."

Rongshen did not speak for a few seconds, so he looked at Jiangbei, with naked eyes, he said: "do you forget what I said before?"

"Not forgotten."

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"No

"Expect me to be kind, or change my mind?" Rong deep smile: "if so, you might as well tell me directly, promise to be my woman."

Jiangbei shook his head:

"I won't agree."

Let's take a look at the watch:

"it's 10 minutes before the new year, you can think about it again."

Jiangbei had never spent such a long grinding ten minutes. She felt that every step of the second hand was a knife in her heart, which delayed her feeling and destroyed her consciousness.

At the moment when the clock struck, Jiangbei stood up from the sofa, and Rongshen sat on the opposite side of her, drinking tea gracefully. Seeing this, he just looked up at her slightly, and then opened his mouth:

"what is the answer?"

"Tolerance." Jiangbei's voice almost prayed: "you let me go."

This is the first time in Jiangbei's life that he is so low spirited. Unexpectedly, he just hears his words and chuckles in Rongshen's ear, drinks the last drop of tea in the cup, and slowly puts the cup on the table, and says softly:

"it seems that you still haven't learned to be good."

He said and then got up, Jiangbei subconsciously step back, but because behind is the sofa and can not retreat.

Rong Shen looked at her:

"would you like to have a fight, or would you like to be convinced?"

"I can't beat you."

"So, is this passive resistance?"

Jiangbei looked at him: "are you sure to get it?"

"Yes."

"Do I have the same ending today anyway?"

Rong deep smile: "except for the natural disaster, probably nothing can change the end of tonight."

Jiangbei was silent for a few seconds:

"then I promise you."

"Promise what?"

"Be your woman."

"And then? If my guess is correct, is this a delaying tactic? Today, I want to avoid a robbery and then break up when I make sure I won't be harassed by me, right? "

Jiangbei smile:

"why don't you have confidence that I really fall in love with you before I propose to break up

"I don't have confidence in me, I don't have confidence in you."

After saying this, he stepped over the low table in front of him. Jiangbei didn't hide, because if he wanted to do something to himself, her struggle would be unnecessary. He stood beside Jiangbei, touched her short hair, and whispered:

"keep your hair long, I like long hair."

Jiangbei chuckled: "I still like you to stay away from me? Can you do it? "

"No

At the end of the speech, he bent down and picked up Jiangbei. Jiangbei struggled and scratched his face: "I have promised you, you can't do this to me."

"Now that you are my woman, what else can't be done?" He took her to the direction of the bedroom: "Jiangbei, you don't know how to learn to be good, and you know what you want. If it's not in this way, I don't think I'll ever get close to you in my life."

He left her on the bed. He stood beside the bed and began to undress. Jiangbei escaped several times, and then he caught her back several times. Later, he sprained his foot and hurt so much that he couldn't move. Maybe he was still a little lucky. At least she couldn't escape after being injured.

Watching her last struggle, she smashed everything around her that could be thrown at him, and then in the whole messy room, he covered himself.

It was the first day of the 2016 lunar year. Jiangbei lost its first time under Rongshen.

Her mobile phone also broke on that day, which led to the situation that Sumu didn't contact Jiangbei for 3 days.——

On the day of the banquet, the old lady learned that they were going to attend together and happily helped Su Mu choose the dress. However, Su Mu never attended this kind of activity. There were very few dresses left by her. Fu Shiyue had quite a few dresses, but Fu Shiyue and Su Mu were totally different in dress styles. Fu Shinian did not agree that his women should wear others Even my sister's.

Therefore, after lunch, many large-scale gowns were sent to the old house. In the living room, Su Mu just looked at him and felt like he was shopping. He looked at Fu Shinian with dissatisfaction:

"are you exaggerating

"How?" Fu Shinian's smile was just right: "go and choose whether you like it or not."

Fu Shiyue was ready to move beside him:

"brother, can I also choose two?"

"Of course."

"I knew you were the best to me." Then he took Su Mu and walked over: "sister-in-law, I'll help you choose, what color do you like? What style? My brother's character certainly won't agree with your open chest and open breast dress. I don't know if it's OK to have a bare back. It's a pity that you don't show your figure so well. "

Su Mu chuckled:

"I can't control that style, ordinary can do."

Fu Shiyue helped Sumu select a lot of dresses. Either Su Mu didn't like it, or Fu Shinian directly passed it. By the way, he told the people in these brand stores that the one word collar, open shoulder, open breast, and open back would not need to be taken over in the future.

Su Mu is speechless, but we can not deny the sweetness in the heart.

Finally, the old lady chose a silk black and white improved cheongsam. However, it was not so much black and white as a more appropriate, no small skirt from Jiangnan ink and wash painting. It was just ankle length, and there was a thin, dreamlike white yarn on the outer layer. The misty rain of the whole Jiangnan Water Village was reflected On this little dress.

When Su Mu changed his clothes and walked out of the room, Fu Shinian was stunned for a moment. He looked at the Su Mu who came out of the painting and laughed slightly:

"the old lady's eyes are better."