Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Once upon a time, that natural and unrestrained Eric needed to drink to strengthen his courage when meeting a man?

Eric doesn't know, but she knows that if she goes to see him with the same mood as during the day, she is likely to fall into the vortex of memories again, which will make her more painful.

Endless.

When Eric came out of the room, Edward's slender fingertips were gently brushing every piece of clothes she designed and made by herself, and even some were clothes she sewed by herself.

Neither of them spoke first. Edward just walked in the store and looked at it as if he were very serious. Looking at Edward like this, Eric was at a loss. What does this man want?

They have been separated for so many years and have their own lives. What else does he want from himself?

Eric didn't understand and didn't want to understand. After Mary left, she sat on the sofa in the store. Edward didn't ask her and she didn't speak. They were in this dead silence. They were deadlocked. Looking at the clock pointing to 12 o'clock, Eric finally couldn't hold on. He threw his magazine aside, looked at the man not far away and said, "this gentleman, Are you finished? We're closed! "

Eric's voice was definitely not pleasant to hear, but Edward laughed. He let go of a pink skirt in his hand and looked at Eric on the sofa. I don't know whether he had just taken a bath or was angry. Her cheeks were suffused with beautiful peach red, like a blooming flower, which moved him as much as many years ago.

"I thought you were going to stop talking to me all night." Edward's voice was not loud, but Eric frowned, looked away and said coldly, "Sir, if you don't go home again, your wife will worry. We're closing, too. Can you go?"

The departure order was so obvious that someone pretended not to understand and went to the position opposite Eric to sit down. Edward took the pot of cold coffee and poured a cup into the coffee cup used by Eric.

Put it on her lips and sip it slightly. It's really Italian. It's her habit. Knowing that she deliberately lied to herself during the day, but at the moment of real confirmation, his heart still couldn't hide his joy.

"You've always lived in the store?" Completely ignoring everything Eric said before, Edward spoke. Eric felt that this man was really as overbearing as before, but she also felt tired and didn't want to argue with him. She just picked her eyebrows and didn't speak. It was a default.

With this man's ability, how can you not know this little thing? And deliberately ask yourself why?

She doesn't want to think about it.

"Don't live here anymore." This is not a question, but an affirmative sentence, even with a somewhat commanding tone.

Eric wants to laugh. They don't have any relationship now. Even if they insist, they are at most just a friend who doesn't have a deep relationship. What kind of identity does he command himself?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Edward, it's not your turn to preach to me. If you have anything to say at once, would you please finish and go? "