Ordinary actress with her super star husband

In the quiet night, Wen Yeyao is standing on the balcony quietly puffing.

He seldom smokes, and only a few are worried or upset. When he is upset, he will smoke one or two meditation.

And today, he really needs meditation.

An Xiaochi may be afraid that he would be sad. After returning home, he did not mention anything about this evening, but also kept pestering him with enthusiasm. He did not even have time to go to see the fruits. He only stayed on him and fell asleep until he was very tired.

And he thought he could not care.

He has won a lot of awards, has been recognized by many people, and his favorite people have been around him, so this small setback in work is nothing.

Yes, he thought it was just a "small setback" that he didn't get the gold medal.

But the disappointment brought about by this small setback suddenly came out in the dead of night, making him unable to sleep.

But his disappointment is not because of the disappointment of not winning the prize, but because of his own disappointment.

Why didn't you do better before?

What else did you not notice?

Where else can we do it better?

Would this place have been better if it had been handled like this?

Maybe no one believes it, but he is the type who will open his own provincial capital in the dead of night.

Especially when the results are not up to expectations.

In fact, he didn't know that he didn't win the prize because of various factors. It is likely that no matter how good he did, the same result would be achieved.

But what if he's good enough to shut everyone up?

In the face of absolute strength and absolute advantage, the influence of all subjective or objective factors will become negligible.

Warm night to think, they have to be stronger and bigger.

At least it must be strong enough to never let an Xiaochi worry about the degree of his sadness as he does today.

It was not until the cigarettes in his hands were burned out, and the smell of his smoke was blown away by the night wind. Wenyeyao went back to his room and went to bed with his hands lightly, and he again held an Xiaochi wrapped in the quilt again.

As soon as I started, I found something wrong.

Ann Xiaochi was naked before she fell asleep. Normally, she was wrapped in the quilt all the time. She should be warm all over the body, but her shoulders and arms were covered with ice.

Wen Yeyao stretched out his hand to touch her ankle. Sure enough, the tentacles were cold, and she hid for a while.

"Naughty!" Wen Yeyao hugged her and kissed her on her cold shoulder and arm, "why don't you sleep in the middle of the night? Don't call me also don't wear clothes, is want to freeze oneself ill and then let me heartache

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, an Xiaochi had to open his eyes and turn around in his arms and embrace him face to face.

"Ah Yao is. Even the flowers in the garden are asleep. Why doesn't he sleep?"

Wen Yeyao holds her head in one hand, and her fingers slide slowly on her bare and delicate arm.

Anxiaochi shrunk his shoulders sensitively and murmured: "itching", but his body leaned more and more toward the warm night.

Wen Yeyao smiles and prints a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Is ah Yao still thinking about this evening?"

When Wenye Yao thought that an Xiaochi was asleep, the man in his arms opened his mouth again.

"Is ah Yao disappointed?"

Wenye yaodun for a while, want to habitually tell her that it's OK, it doesn't matter, want to be as light as usual. But perhaps because the night makes people vulnerable, he hugged the man in his arms, greedily absorbed warmth and comfort from her.

"Well." He sighed in a low voice. His voice was small and light. Listening carefully, he seemed to have brought some child like grievances.

"Baby, am I useless?"

An Xiaochi immediately felt the tip of his heart as if he had been stabbed. It was sour and painful.

"Who said that." An Xiaochi hugged him tightly, "my home ah Yao is the best. In my heart, no matter who is better than ah Yao. The appearance is good, the disposition is good, the acting skill is especially good, no one can compare with you, you are the best actor in my heart forever

Wen Yeyao was still listening very seriously, but he laughed.

Sensing that he was laughing, an Xiaochi raised his head discontentedly, poked his chest and said, "I'm very serious in talking, ah Yao, what are you laughing at?"

Wen Ye Yao coughs softly, "sorry, I just think the baby is cute."

"I know." "But I am cute and have something to do with what we are talking about now?" said an Xiaochi

"Yes." Wen Yeyao touches her hair and touches her forehead. Her breath mingles with each other. Under the quilt, the two people's bodies are close to each other, intimate and touching.

"Because the baby is so cute, even if I'm in a bad mood, just seeing the baby can make me laugh."

"You talk like I'm a toy." An Xiaochi whispered.Wen Yeyao kisses her with a smile, and her deep voice is tender and affectionate.

"I can do anything as long as the baby is by my side." No matter it's Xiaojin Ren or others, as long as an Xiaochi supports him and is always around him, he believes that nothing can't be done.

An Xiaochi held his face and gently touched his lips. "But I don't need ah Yao to do everything."

Warm the night and breathe.

"If winning a prize, winning a gold medal and winning a grand slam is what ah Yao wants, then I will support ah Yao forever. But if it's just to live up to the expectations of others, I'd rather ah Yao have nothing. " Anxiaochi looks at wenyeyao seriously, with deep love in his eyes and deep heartache.

"You've been so tired all the time. Carrying the expectations of the fans and the people around them. " An Xiaochi gently nodded his eyebrows, "every time you stay alone to read the script, when you are on the set, your eyebrows are always unconsciously frowned. Every time I see it, I want to tell you that if you feel tired and hard, you can stop and I will be there for you to rely on at any time. "

"As long as you are happy and healthy with me and our children growing up. The great, the powerful, the omnipotent, let others do it. We don't need to. "

"Ah Yao, I love you not because you are omnipotent."

Wen Yeyao closed his eyes hard.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what he does, he will be able to do well in any matter. It has become the subconscious idea of people around him. Later, he entered the performing arts circle, started filming, and began to win awards. Everyone thought he would be able to do it.

If he fails occasionally, people around him will comfort him and tell him that it's OK. You can definitely do it next time, or try to help him at all costs like his brother.

No one ever told him that you should not force yourself so hard. If you feel tired, you can stop at any time.

Before today, he didn't want to stop.

Because nobody told him he could stop.

"Baby..." Wenye Yao's voice is mute, and the darkness well hides the moist fragile corner of his eyes. "You'll always be by my side, won't you?"

Anxiaochi held his head and whispered, "only death can separate us."

Wenye Yao hugs her fiercely, and wishes that she would melt into his own blood.

"Death cannot separate us." He whispered, "I will always be with you."

"Whether it's earth, heaven, or hell."

++

Adele was sitting in her living room. She didn't turn on the light. She could only see her pale face in the moonlight from the window.

With her mobile phone in her hand, she dialed the phone that had been familiar with her heart again and again.

The other side didn't answer.

Once, twice, three times.

The other side never answered.

Adele stared at the phone for a long time and edited a long text message to her. First, she asked him why he didn't answer the phone. Then she was soft and almost imploring that the other party would contact her as soon as possible.

[I'm worried about you], she wrote at the end of the message, but only she knew what her worries were.

An hour after the text message was sent, the other party finally called back.

In this hour, Adele called him several times like a psychopath, but no one answered.

Now, at last, he called back.

Adele couldn't wait to answer the phone, her voice trembling.

"Hello, Monte?"

The other side was quiet for a moment.

"Miss Adele, please? Hello, this is Monte's mother

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