Strongest Wife Guard

Fang Jiamei dodged back, reached out and gently pushed him away, "you, did you eat? Do you want to go in and sit down? "

Mo Yiheng looked at her so rigid to change the topic, could not help but smile, turned and stood side by side with her, "if you are willing to let me in to sit, you will not let me not pick you up."

She doesn't want people to know about their marriage, does she?

Fang Jiamei looked at his side face and said, "I'm sorry, that's Zicong's friend. I don't know how to say it..."

"So, are you going to marry me all the time?" Mo Yiheng looked straight at her, his eyes a bit heavy, "or because your boyfriend died, you have to keep your body for him all your life?"

He never hesitated to poke her idea, let her nowhere to escape.

Mo Yiheng walked up to her, blocked the cold sea breeze for her, and gazed into her eyes, "people who died don't have to really forget, they can miss, but they can't give up their life, that's not what you should bear."

It can be seen that she has imposed a lot of pressure on herself. She should not like that man so much, but because of his death, her heart is shackled. She is not allowed to do this or that, and she is not allowed to contact other people, because she will feel sorry for that person.

I don't know which of his words touched her. Fang Jiamei only felt that her eyes were hot, and her tears fell down directly. She reached out and wiped it. She started, "I said, you don't know me that well."

How could he be so sure of her idea?

How long have they known each other

Mo Yiheng stretched out his hand to cover her face, and his eyes were deep. "Just as it happens, I know you incomparably and accept that I'm not evil. I'm not sorry for him when I go forward. You're so tired."

She is forcing herself to live with him everyday, but once he comes near, she will feel sorry for the dead Zi Cong, unable to jump out of her own rules.

Fang Jiamei's breath was a little tight, her eyes were hiding, her hands were holding her skirt, and she didn't know what to do. "I, I'll go back first. Be careful on your way."

With that, Fang Jiamei turns around and leaves. She doesn't know what will happen if she is standing there listening to him

She felt that the high wall she had erected was being broken by this man.

……

"Well, what are you doing?" Luo Xiaoying came down to drink water and was startled to see her leaning against the door.

Fang Jiamei responded and looked at her, then shook her head, "nothing, go out for a walk."

Luo Xiaoying steps forward and puts on her shoulder. She looks like a white girl after she has removed her makeup. She has a melon face and looks a bit delicate. She feels totally different from her normal life.

Looking at Fang Jiamei's red eyes, Luo Xiaoying sighed softly, "do you miss Zicong again?"

"Well?" Fang Jiamei looked at her suspiciously, then lowered her head and felt a slight pain in her heart.

"You, forget what you should forget. What happened to Zicong shows that he has no destiny with you. You can't be widowed all your life because of him, can you?" Luo Xiaoying relies on her to comfort her.

These friends really feel enough. People can't come back from death. She can't give up everything just because Zicong is dead.

Luo Xiaoying's words are no different from Mo Yiheng's words. They are all about persuading her to come out, but Her heart was in a mess.