The Perfect Hidden Marriage

  232, contentment, Changle; sweet, awesome

  Jin Yuan went back to the main house and sorted out the traditional Chinese medicines. They were originally packaged individually, but if you want to boil it, you have to prepare each one by yourself, which is a bit troublesome.

  She was afraid that the two children would not have the patience to deal with such trivial matters, so she asked someone to help them together.

   Just take care of it, and my stomach hurts—all at work, tired and hungry.

  She took the cup to catch the water, planned to take some medicine, and sighed in her heart.

  How did you get such a disease?

  A person who is so strong, well, if he gets sick, he gets sick, and he doesn't give anyone a chance at all.

  Think about that Steve Jobs survived for eight years, and finally died here, her mood suddenly went bad.

  The man, although he didn't give her many happy memories, but he was always the man who gave her two children, the one she had been madly in love with.

  If he wasn't too obsessed with Zong Jie, why did they go to such a place?

  Hate it?

  I have had it before.

  But, she is not the kind of ruthless person, because she hates him, she wants to curse him to death.

  There is really no need to be so stingy.

  When she is halfway through her life, even though she goes to different things, she usually has no news, but she will not be so mean that she wants to watch other people’s tragedies behind her back.

  Everyone has a good life, and that is the best.

  What's more, she has long been bearish.

  People, when you have a peaceful mind, you can be content with peace, be happy, and know how to cherish good fortune.

  Before, she was too strong and wanted to conquer that man, and finally hurt herself.

  At one o’clock in the afternoon, watching the private plane carrying his son and daughter-in-law soared into the sky, Jin Yuan felt very reluctant. Everyone will experience all kinds of gatherings and dispersal.

  The moon is full of cloudy and sunny, and people have sadness. This is the most helpless thing.

  And death is the most helpless separation in a person's life.

  Once you die, you will never see each other again.

  She sighed slightly. After leaving the airport and getting in her car, she sat in silence for a long time, and finally called Xiao Zhidong.

   works, but no one answers.

  This scene is the same as before.

Every time, she, a wife who wants to find her own man, is always impossible to find him the first time—sometimes his secretary picks it up. If his chief secretary is not married and has a harmonious family, she would doubt it. What kind of person is that.

  People, because they care too much about that person, and that person doesn't give themselves a sense of stability, all kinds of suspicions will arise from suspicious ghosts.

  Just as she was about to give up, she got through, and Xiao Zhidong's low and steady voice came from there:

   "A Yuan?"

   is always that way, neither hot nor cold, the address is close, even after the divorce, he still screams like this, but his voice is cold.

"Um."

  It's been a long time.

  She and him on the phone, except for official business, always talk less.

   "Something?"

"fine!"

   "Oh, it's okay, then I'll hang up, I'm in... a meeting!"

  "……"

  He never answered the phone when he was in a meeting. It seemed that she was calling out of time.

"Wait a moment."

  She still stopped him.

"you say."

   Still **** cherish the words like gold.

  Forget it, this man is so dead, she doesn't care anymore.

   "Listen to my son!"

  She sighed softly, staring at the bustling area outside the window, cars coming and going, mostly for work, but:

  "A person should live a lifetime, not just for work. They are all people of a little age, and it is time to plan for themselves."

  There, there was a moment of silence.

   "Hey, I said, are you listening to me?"

  She couldn't help but ask.

  The lifeless conversation is really unpleasant.

"have!"

  For a long time, he agreed:

   "Got it. I'm busy, so be it!"

   hung up in a hurry.

  Jin Yuan is too late to say goodbye.

  Hey, this old boy, the older he gets, the bigger his temper...

  She glared at the phone and put it away helplessly.

  At the right time, Yi Fan’s call rang on the phone:

   "Wife, there is a banquet in the evening, you help me match my clothes, wait a minute, I will come back to change, and then go together..."

   "Oh, ok, got it..."

  Jin Yuan smiled and promised...

  Now, her life is Yi Fan’s world, and that man gave her a new life yearning.

   belongs to the era of Xiao Zhidong and has gone far.

  She didn’t want to think about it anymore.

  On the Hong Kong side, Xiao Zhidongjiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the busy people at his feet:

  A person lives his entire life, and he really shouldn’t just work for work, but now he, besides work, can’t find any spiritual sustenance in his life...

  He leaned there, his back was silent, how lonely he was.

  The cold is deep in the clouds, no one warms him.

  Life and death, it doesn’t matter anymore.

  *

  On this trip back to Shanghai, Jin Hengyuan and Su Jin took Jin Yuan’s special plane.

  On the plane, Su Jin looked over and sighed, “I took the special plane twice. This is the first time I have seen the true face of Lushan in a private plane. Who will believe it?”

  Jin Hengyuan smiled and hugged her, closed his eyes-I don't know how many times I have been on the plane. This is the first time I feel interesting because she is by her side.

  Chatting with a woman was the most boring thing he used to find, but when the subject became her, he actually felt so savory.

  Later, I unknowingly talked to Jin Yuan about her current marriage.

Jin Hengyuan said: "Uncle Yi is my mother's admirer. He was married for the first time. He was never married. He was three years younger than my mother, but she was able to tolerate my mother's temperament. If it wasn't for Uncle Yi's childlessness, my mother I won't risk giving birth again. This time, my mother really got the marriage she wanted."

  Su Jin can tell from it: Mother-in-law and Uncle Yi are very affectionate.

  A woman, no matter how strong, can't get a happy marriage, everything is useless.

   "What do you think of my mother?"

  He asked suddenly.

"very good."

  Su Jin said sincerely.

   "Very kind, gentle, and meticulous. It will make people feel that this is not a mother-in-law, but her own mother."

  Jin Hengyuan was very satisfied.

  Two hours later, Jin Hengyuan and Su Jin got off the plane and went to the parking lot, where his car was parked.

   is a blue Ferrari sports car, which is cool and dazzling.

After getting on the road, Su Jin thought of the off-road vehicle that had been hit a bit badly, and asked:

   "Can that Land Rover be repaired?"

   "Can't fix it."

  He turned his head to look:

  "Don't like this car?"

  He could see the look in his eyes.

  Su Jin nodded:

   "It's too eye-catching. That one is better."

   "Okay, change tomorrow, let's pick a Land Rover again. I can't drive this car when I go to work. Then, you will also change the car... What about your Chevrolet..."

  He wants to dispose of the small broken car.

  Su Jin immediately shook his head like pounding garlic:

"I like that Chevrolet. Hengyuan, please don't dislike it anymore. I think it's suitable. I don't want to drive a big car and make everyone think that I have been nurtured... Jinhui is a small place. It’s just right to work there and drive that car. In short, don’t move the crooked mind of my car. You and I are people from two different worlds. Yeah, why..."

  The car suddenly stopped on the side of the road, and the man squinted dangerously.

  "People from two different worlds?"

  These words made him extremely unhappy.

   "Then who am I to be you? Huh?"

  This girl is too conscious.

  Su Jin laughs.

  What's wrong with this person?

  I care about these little things.

   "Husband. You are my husband like a fake."

   Her sweet name.

  This title makes Jin Hengyuan quite satisfied:

  "Since I am a husband, how come I am a person in a different world?"

  "Okay, okay! I'm wrong, I'm from a different work circle. So, please don't use yours to measure me. Life as long as you feel comfortable..."

  "It’s useless to admit that I’ve made a mistake. Because of your improper wording, my soul has been seriously injured. Come, kiss, comfort me, that’s necessary..."

  He pointed to his face and said, cheeky asking.

  "……"

  Su Jin glared at him. It turned out that he had this idea, no wonder he even deliberately parked the car.

  And she actually leaned in and kissed him.

   "Okay!"

  Heh, she is smiling.

  At this time, she suddenly developed a strange sense of ownership:

  This man belongs to her. As long as she is happy, she can kiss her anytime and anywhere. This kind of kiss turned out to be so cool, it's simply amazing.

  The man was satisfied and restarted the car.

  They did not stop in Shanghai, but went directly to Jiashi.

  On the way, Su Jin fell asleep and had a sweet dream.

  She dreamed that she was pregnant. She just got the pregnancy check-up sheet. The result above was positive. She watched, stunned, happy, flustered, and irritable.

  What is irritable is that in this way, she can't work; what is flustered is that she is not ready to be a mother; happy, that should be something that makes him happy...

   "Xiao Su...what is she laughing? His mouth is crooked?"

  In his ear, the man asked in a low voice.

  She yelled, frightened, and opened her eyes, alas, it turned out to be a dream-a happy time for nothing.

   "What did you dream of?"

  Jin Hengyuan was curious.

   "I won't tell you."

  She didn’t say anything!

   "Hey, where is all this?"

  Looking at the strange bamboo garden in front of her, she was stunned.

   "Old House of Xiao Family in Jiashi."

  Jin Hengyuan replied.

"what?"

  Su Jin's eyes widened again, only to come back from the Jin's house, and now he went to the Xiao's house?

  She thought she could go home to catch her breath?