The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

So many things happened to Zhao Jingmiao. As Gu Lingling, who accompanied her all the way, she was still moved to tears when she saw her wearing the white wedding dress.

In the past two years, Zhao Jingmiao's business has become bigger and bigger. The factory orders in Qin City are flying all over the world, and the business is booming.

Gu Lingling suggested her to go abroad more, especially in Europe. Zhao Jingmiao listened to this, so the clothes designed by their factory were very fashionable.

Of course, there are also many jealous imitations.

But then again, it is because you are popular that you follow suit.

Qian Bao's business is also very big.

But no matter how big his business is, he hasn't forgotten his original intention. Why did he go to Shenzhen at the beginning.

After Zhao Jingmiao was kidnapped, he completely let go.

Let go of business.

Anyway, she will never like a person in her life.

She thought Qian Bao would give up. Even in the past few days, Qian Bao performed very well.

But for a long time?

Which man can stand this?

It's like a thorn in my heart. As time goes by, the pain will become more and more painful.

But I didn't expect Qian Bao to treat her as always.

Qian Bao can accept whatever she wants.

You are angry.

Will you cook delicious food for you that night?

Well, Zhao Jingmiao really lost her temper at all.

Such days lasted for a period of time, until one day Zhao Jingmiao was really impatient, "Qian Bao, are you cheap? There are many yellow flower girls in the world. As long as you have one eye, there are a lot of women for you to choose."

"Why are you so desperate to hang from my tree?"

Zhao Jingmiao cried and shouted.

Finally, I still felt angry and bit hard on Qian Bao.

The first sentence Qian Bao asked her was, "does your mouth hurt?"

Zhao Jingmiao squatted on the ground and cried like a child.

When she was finally tired of crying, she was held by Qian Bao and put on the bed. After watching her fall asleep, Qian Bao smoked on the balcony all night.

The next morning, I took Zhao Jingmiao to prison.

"Look at that man. Are you going to torture yourself for this garbage all your life?" Qian Bao was angry and opened Zhao Jingmiao's hand. "Look at him, open your eyes."

Zhao Jingmiao was unwilling.

"If you don't look, I'll let him come." Qian Bao reached his lower alveolus.

Zhao Jingmiao is even more reluctant.

Open your eyes and look at the man in the distance.

Thin and weak, hunched up and hunched down, walking slowly.

The gap with the impression of the person is not generally large.

As he walked, he coughed a few times, slowly swallowing his feet. He fell down and ate shit, causing other criminals to laugh.

"Let's go." Zhao Jingmiao closed her eyes and didn't want to read any more.

Qian Bao didn't speak and took her hand out of the prison.

The sunshine outside is very warm on the body, which is in sharp contrast to the cold and gloomy in the prison just now.

Qian Bao released Zhao Jingmiao's hand when he got out of prison.

Who knows, just a few steps away, a pair of delicate hands held his big palm.

The corners of Qian Bao's mouth rose slightly.

Holding her hand, she walked happily towards the direction of the car.

Instead of the driving in a hurry, I walked around trunk and held out a bunch of the champagne colored roses.

"Quiet, will you marry me?"

This is probably the first couple to propose at the prison gate in history.