The loving wife of a domineering ceo

Zhao yaqing always in her spare time alone through the underground passage, looking at the dazzling kitchen window, looking for their own bright need.

On a cloudy day, in a room without lights, as in the lyrics of the mosaics, when thoughts went over and over, the angel bells hanging on the door quietly covered the calendar of the church pictures, beside the knock on the door as if jesus was the warmth of the heart of the light.

I miss the retro bazaar of Zhongshan road in Hangzhou. I wonder how it feels to shop in rainy days.

I miss the quiet feeling of the winding path of the temple in the mountains in West Lake park. The night breeze came, the music fountain in West Lake some warm lights, the lake water sparkling, the beach open bar came to the real texture of the Sax sound, for the night of West Lake added such a special new dress.

A person's time, always miss the feeling in the journey, in the hot wind blowing afternoon, the heart finally got a little quiet.

A long, long story is finally over, but whenever it is quiet or in a midnight dream, there is something called sadness lurking in shallow consciousness.

It was a mask of uneasiness in the day, and it smiled quietly.

A quiet mask that follows from youth to old age.

Zhao yaqing was rendered by the memory of the tea lace plus strawberry jam, and a little bit of sweet lemon juice, the heart of a thick layer of haze suddenly released.

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The fragrance of grass accompanied the sunset afternoon tea, how leisurely romantic, like the piano strings, sometimes happy, sometimes rainy mood. The mood was frozen unconsciously.

Green tea fragrance did not smell for a long time, when the weather is good, and then a cup, forget the time, enjoy.

Zhao yaqing looked at the dark clouds outside the window as they slowly approached.

So zhao yaqing took out a nordic sky-blue stereo and turned on her mobile phone. After the bluetooth connection, she listened to a warm radio station.

The radio station had a special name," music alley," the host's sweet voice coupled with dynamic music, together with the experience of the lost years of the journey, deep and shallow music, in the gray rainy season, the audience and the lord of this person have a clear peace.

The kettle lights on the table turned on, and he made a cappuccino for himself. He stirred it slowly with a spoon and watched the window flowers under the raindrops display a different kind of vividness. Many emotions poured out at the same time as he swallowed cappuccino, but there was no place to release them. He put down the coffee tray and cup, took out the cigar" green mole" from the drawer, and lit a match. He slowly watched the woman's cigar burn.

That gentle warmth seemed to sit in an unusual rainy season in a warm, lighted hut, drinking honey, grapefruit tea, and eating delicious ham and shredded bread. The room was decorated with an abstract oil painting on the wall, and the fireplace was covered with a light green nettle, and the people in the room told each other stories of the warmth of the years. The lazy cat dozed off at the master's feet.

The rain outside the window was pattering, sometimes lying on the window into drops of water, eavesdropping on the people in the room telling stories!

After a long time, the cat woke up and played with the wool ball, when the rain stopped. The guests all said goodbye to the host family, and walked on the winding stone path, each of them went home.