Thank you for Waiting,Mister Tang!

Wen Yuan wiped himself clean, quietly walked back to the bedroom dresser and sat down, bit by bit wiping maintenance products.

She looked at herself in the mirror, looking at her still young face, she thought of the love that ye mubai said.

He asked her if she loved him. Wen didn't know, but she knew he didn't love her.

What he loves is just what he imagined.

Now Wenyuan is not Wenyuan at all. It is just like the way she was at home when she was unmarried. She was required to be very gentle and virtuous and suitable to be a wife at home.

Like she is now.

Wenyuan looks at himself in the mirror, some strange, perhaps for a woman, such a life has been very happy, but for Wenyuan this is not what she wants.

Yemu Baigong became famous, but she was just one of his accessories. She didn't like to go out with him, because when others introduced her, they would say that this was yemadame, not Wenyuan.

She hated being called night wife all the time. In her heart, if she was not loved, she didn't want to admit that she was his.

Wen Yuan used to say these words to him, but now she won't.

Marriage is like stagnant water, and she is just habit.

But never reconciled.

Wen Yuan changed into a set of moon white pajamas, lying on the bed, the night is very deep, and a person is very comfortable.

She couldn't sleep, so she took the tablet and picked a love film to watch. When she chose the film, she saw the film made before yemubai.

She did not know how, so she chose one of his films, which was also her first film when she was crazy about him. It has been more than ten years since now.

When Wenyuan opened, her mood was a little complicated. Looking at the night mubai more than ten years ago, she seemed to see another Wenyuan, the warm-blooded Wenyuan with a cavity, the Wenyuan with infinite possibilities, and the Wenyuan who was crazy about love.

More than ten years ago, yemubai was very literary and artistic, quite different from the present.

Wenyuan found that his heart was still beating, inexpressible feeling, flat blue light on her face, flashing.

She leans on the head of the bed, very soft, she stares at the night in the picture, remembers, remembers that period of love

She looked at it several times and fell asleep accidentally. The blue light on the flat was flashing.

Late at night.

Night mubai stood in front of the French windows of the guest room, smoking quietly.

He thought of the strangeness and avoidance under her face when he asked Wen yuanai whether he loved him. She did not love him or wanted to love her. His eyes were deep, and he looked at the bed, and without taking a bath, he lay down like this, smoking the remaining cigarettes from his fingertips.

Close your eyes, nose floating with the familiar low taste, is the afternoon and warm far done several times left the breath, has not completely dissipated.

Such a breath made him a little restless and couldn't sleep at all.

Night mubai lay for a long time, think of that hateful woman, and then feel why they want to sleep in separate rooms, why to let her go?

He got up lightly and went back to the master bedroom.

But when he approached the master bedroom, he saw the blue light on.

He reached for it, and then he saw the film of his past.

Night Mu Bai some accident, handsome eyebrow picked a bit, and then look to Wen Yuan.

She leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep. She was wearing a silk nightgown with long black curls on her shoulders. Her face was calm and beautiful.

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