The Temptation: Beautiful Female Boss

In the future, Wang Jin seldom replied to my messages.

Maybe she is deliberately avoiding my questioning, maybe she really is to decide to leave me. I don't dare to disturb her too much. Of course, this is a reason I gave myself. I believe Wang Jin loves me. She is waiting for me to contact her, even if I say something she likes but doesn't believe.

The men and women in love are not like this?!

In a meal, I accidentally lost my cell phone.

That witch gave me the mobile phone, I also used for several years, I love the mobile phone, love the above witch sent me those SMS, those are full of our romantic SMS. For this reason, I suffered for a long time

I am also a person who pays more attention to details. For the witch's things, including chat records, SMS records and those things she left me unintentionally when we met, which are indifferent to her or anyone, they have become my treasure.

I had to buy a cell phone again.

One afternoon, I was sitting on the office sofa after drinking.

I'm not drunk. I just have an impulse. Every time I get drunk, I have this impulse. I want to call her, but I'm not sure it's convenient for her to go to the place now. I'd better send a text message.

"Can I talk to you?" after writing these words, I thought for a long time before I sent them to her mobile phone, which I already remember in my heart.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't wait for her reply. This time is taking a nap?! Or are you busy at work? Or just ignore it?

I think so.

According to my understanding of the witch, as long as she sees such content, she will enter her brain to ponder it.

Before others did not give you a reply, I did not have any clues to guess each other's mind.

"I checked to make sure I didn't make a mistake. If it's convenient for you, I'd like to have a chat with you." I don't give up, but I don't know what role I should play to continue.

"I'm very busy. I'll talk about it later if I have time."

From the feeling between her lines, she seems to have decided to meet and face, can feel her a little uneasy, a little simple, and a little fearless. I look forward to her message carefully. Her message arrived, but I didn't know how to reply to her. What should I say to her?

What kind of role should I play?

It's a long wait. I can't imagine what the witch is doing. Maybe it's her periodic victory?! Or, what does she want to explain with a kind of half considerate and half serious words?

I've been waiting.

It's getting dark, most of the staff have left, and occasionally a few cars pass by me. The red brake light is reflected on my face. A lot of cigarette butts have piled up beside the car door. Although our SMS communication is only a few words, it seems that it has been as long as a century. It's gloomy and it's going to be another rainy day.

I'm a person who doesn't have many hobbies. I go to work, go home, go home and go to work. It's just two points and one line.

But after experiencing all the busy work of the witch, I don't like to go home, but I don't have many places to go. Often do things is to stay in the car, the company's downstairs car, their own downstairs car.

In a daze.

Until the evening, the rain began to fall, also did not wait for her message. Maybe she is inconvenient, maybe she has something else. That's all I can think about.

"Can we make up? I'm going crazy. " I typed these words on my mobile phone, but I didn't send them out. Maybe, I am afraid, afraid that after this sentence is sent out, the witch will really end us like this. I also can't call her, because I promised her, can't call her casually.

But what I want to know most is what the witch really thinks. I can only say that I am really a useless man. I want to be responsible for my family, but I can't pick it up. Want to have their own dream of love, but did not have the courage to be a complete white eyed wolf. I am also very clear that there are only two ways in front of me, either divorce, have a showdown with the witch, and start another unknown life. Or, ask the witch back, and then listen to them, go to Xinhuang's formal work, listen to Wang batian's instructions, and live like a dog. As a result, one or a group of people have to be hurt.

I have a cigarette in my mouth. I don't know whether it's smoked or heartbroken. In the car, I can't help crying.

"May I call you?" The next morning, I sent her a text message.

"Yes, but not now." I was a little nervous when I received these words.

She still ignored me, so I decided to go to the city where she grew up, the city where her mother had been waiting for Wang batian for N years. Because I'm going crazy

The feeling on the highway is really different. I can step on the gas to my heart's content. The electronic dog has done all the photo detection reminders for me. I just need to grasp the speed when I pass the radar detection area. The car is galloping on the highway. Maybe it's because of the afternoon. There are not many cars passing by on the road. For a time, it makes me feel like I'm on the wrong road. Maybe it's related to my suspicious personality. Every time I go to a service area, I stop to check the navigation system to make sure I'm not wrong.In my car, there is a letter that I wrote before I started this time. It was put in an iron box in the trunk, because recently, whenever I close my eyes, I can dream that a big car is rushing towards me. I can't step on the brake, and I can't move. I can only watch myself collide with that big truck

Maybe a little nervous breakdown.

It's not that I'm afraid of death. If I'm afraid of death, I won't drive, but I want to let my family know where I'm going and what I'm going to do if I have an accident. Of course, there is no information about the witch, because I don't want the witch to be implicated because I may be unlucky.

The music in the car is still playing, but it has no meaning to me at all. What I pass in my mind are the scenes when I was with the witch, the disappointed expression of the Witch and the dream that frightened me

It was more than six o'clock the next day when I arrived near the city. I had a rest in the service area on the way out. I had been running for more than a day. The setting sun had hidden behind the mountain, leaving only a touch of red clouds floating in the sky.

It's a small town around. It's located in a small hill. It's surrounded by a few highlands that are barely called mountains. Maybe it's because it's far away from heavy industry. It's quiet in the county. A few cars on the street are leisurely. Maybe it's because it's time for dinner. There are not many pedestrians on the road and there are a few small hotels There was hardly any diner's car in front of the door.

Driving to a small river, there is a simple but very spacious bridge on the bridge. There are two rows of willows planted artificially by the river. The long willow branches fall to the water surface at will, and occasionally a few bubbles come out from the water.

At one end of the bridge, I stopped my car. It seemed to be an abandoned riverside park. Some small advertisements were pasted on the dilapidated walls, and the wall advertisements made by China Mobile were cut incomplete by these small advertisements. The two sides of the road in front of the gate are still willows, but the branches hanging down have probably been dragged away by naughty children, so these weeping willows can't show their most graceful side.

Around these dilapidated willow trees, the owners who are going to do barbecue business begin to lay out the white beach tables and chairs. Maybe there are not many foreign vehicles stopping in this small county. My license plate number has become the focus of attention of the owners. Occasionally, they hear the words about the city where the vehicles belong.

Although it was evening, the air was still fresh and transparent. I took a deep breath and felt relieved.

I bought a bottle of water. I tried my best to calm down for a while, put down the illusions as much as possible, started the car, drove into the city that I was haunted by, and left the mountain town that I just touched, full of idyllic warmth and plain reality.

Outside the car window, the lights are already shining. There are more and more vehicles coming and going on the national highway. I carefully shuttle among the cars. My foot on the accelerator doesn't seem to listen to me. The speeding limit of the navigator reminds me one by one.

By the time I got to the city, it was dark and I didn't know where I was going.

It's already seven o'clock, and the vehicles coming and going on the street are shuttling. From time to time, people like this or that pass by don't seem to find me and don't look at me.

Did Wang Jin leave me on this road?

Or did you leave yourself in this city?

Finally, I got to the city

It's a beautiful, enchanting and romantic city. It seems that you can get rid of some feelings here. You can be lazy and relaxed. You can see the distance without any obstacles of reinforced concrete. You can feel the faint fishy smell of the river and the original fragrance of flowers and plants with your sense of smell.

There is no wind. It seems that only here can the lighted cigarette give off its proper flavor.

"Here I am, this beautiful city, where you live..." I leaned my body on the car body, didn't make a phone call, and sent a few words to Wang Jin that I thought could be summarized completely.

Not hungry at all.

Those who can't find the clue have already packed their whole body full.

Where should I go?

There are always police cars passing by with flashing lights. It seems that they can't always stop on the side of the road. In particular, cars with foreign license plates may cause some unnecessary trouble. Wandering around the city aimlessly.

The square is a good place for many people to relax and cool down. Many businesses also take a fancy to such a good propaganda position. They are engaged in all kinds of promotional activities. The deafening sound from the big speakers one after another covers the original soft music in the square. From time to time, little girls with the appearance of college students will make a fuss I put the leaflet in my hand.

What I want to look for is the wooden stool, the wooden stool we used to sit on. Maybe I'm not very familiar with the square. I just remember the general location. In the path between the green trees, men and women are hugging each other. They are very close to each other. Passing through them or beside them has no effect on them.Please collect and read the latest novels on our website!

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