The loving wife of a domineering ceo

"Dangdangdang, mommy told you, these are crabs. Let's celebrate the new project with our godmother at home today. "

Little round face looked innocently at zhao yaqin's starry eyes." Mommy, can you be my pet?" "

After yu man got off the balcony, she came back to see zhao yaqing squatting on the ground.she patiently explained to the little fella what the creature in the basin was.she leaned against the wall, her arms folded, and smiled at zhao yaqing and her precious godson.

Miss and zhao yaqing or single days, carefree, free.

In those years, she vaguely remembered the ancient prose she had written with zhao yaqing in jiangnan, as if it was written for her later love.

From that day on, I suddenly heard a long empty spirit playing a flute. It was the first time I heard a sound that penetrated my heart. So, in my heart, I saw a scene like this: looking at the water quietly in front of a cave, the calm lake rippled slightly. In the mountains and forests, who was speaking with the flute? After a while, as a woman whose heart was as soft as water, she would inexplicably feel sorry for the person who played the flute.

The flute echoing in the mountains and forests, unconsciously want to accompany with the guqin, even in the light of the branches of the flute for you to dance with saruo skirt, although not know, but that kind of inner communion is to tell each other's heart. Each note is like a thousand knot in the heart, but there is no place to release the sadness

The orchid in the empty valley emitted a series of fragrance. At sunset, the woman left without saying goodbye, leaving only the jade pendant in jun's hand to be bone-chilling cold.

When a year, mid-autumn festival night, busy streets, the crowd bustling, watery eyes gradually dim, a face of fate, a dance.

After the farewell, the memory meets, several times soul dream and jun tong. The night is left to shine silver, afraid to meet is a dream.

Looking at zhao yaqing from the carefree young girl to the entrepreneurial strong woman, she also knew how difficult it was for her.

After zhao yaqing and dangdangdang finished speaking, she felt that her legs were a little sore. Looking at the empty space in yu man's eyes, she knew everything. She felt very sorry for herself. Having such a good friend in this life was enough.

In the rainy season, I once seemed to see the heart of the natural born of the pathos, it is a helpless roar, and in the city, a desperate voice. In the muddy green vine path, can no longer find the warm afternoon scenery, leaving only a kind of inexplicable empty. Like marlboro black ice from the nose to the lung of the cold, desolate process.

It was as if she had fallen into an illusion. Attached to her face was a fake mask, but she couldn' t take it off.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and her eyes were dark. Her expressionless face was like a walking corpse as she walked through a city as cold as a prison. She stared coldly at what was happening in front of her and remained unmoved. Getting used to being back in the arms of the night

The days with" feng" around her ears, the inn in Wuzhen, Hangzhou, enjoyed the warm images of the boats rippling across the water. Every time the plane flew over the balcony overlooking the sky, accompanied by the familiar sound of metal left a beautiful circle, surrounded by a familiar picture. The music fountain by the lake of West Lake, and now, only left, is a shallow, endless, helpless.