Use My Life For Your Happiness

More than 8000 kilometers from France to Beijing, 45 minutes from Beijing Capital Airport to Tian'anmen Square, 120 yuan.

How long does it take for that person to get from the cloud to the mud?

I wish I had 100 hours a day to anesthetize myself so that I could not recognize my name or my surname.

But the driver's license is still within reach, a calm but not smiling face, a nice name, Mo Qianxun.

This city is familiar to let me heartache, but I am not willing to leave this city.

Empty car on the mountain road, the green still let me silent, the guard motioned me to stop, pointing to the sign that I can't enter without permission.

I got off with my mobile phone: "I'll go to Qiao's house." I took my ID card and showed it to them. A guard came to look at it and said with a smile, "Oh, it's Miss mo. this morning, the mansion called and said Miss Mo would come. Let's go. Why don't you be sensible? You can also check Miss Mo's ID card. "

"No registration?"

"Don't forget, Miss Mo is master Qiao's fiancee. Miss Mo, please go in. My wife has come back earlier. "

Driving my broken Xiali, I opened it in other people's strange eyes. There are all kinds of expensive famous cars in front of Qiao's house. My Xiali taxi is crowded everywhere, just like a clown.

Just like my life, I am also a clown.

Nanny Park, who had been guarding the entrance of the garden for a long time, said with a little face, "Miss Mo, please follow me through the back door. There are many guests in front of us. My wife said don't lose the face of Qiao's house."

I followed with a smile and went up the stairs. She stood by the handrail and said, "Miss Mo, madam should be in the young master's room."

"Yes."

Go up the stairs and go straight to the left. It's Qiao Dongcheng's room.

The door pushed a seam, the voice of the woman Jiao didi came out: "Dongcheng, do I look good in this dress?"

Just a glance, you can see a beautiful and delicate woman with a set of sapphire blue low cut skirt talking to a man with his back to my coat.

She was wearing only her underwear, and her figure became more and more irritating.

I know who she is, a famous host, who often sees her dignified and beautiful on TV, but she is my fiance's mistress.

The bed was messy, and I used my toes to think and know what had happened.

"Dongcheng, what can we do? People have no strength now. If they don't dance well in the opening dance, they will lose face." The voice is so crisp that I can hear it.

I closed the door politely and saw Mrs. Joe's smile on the porch.

I nodded, "Mrs. Joe."

"Today is Dongcheng's birthday. I don't know if he called his friend to come here,... Chihiro." She didn't mean to call me by my name.

I said with a smile, "Mrs. Joe, I'm very busy today. Please tell him happy birthday for me."

She twisted her eyebrows and looked at the carpet unhappily. The snow-white carpet made me step on some black marks. I lowered my head and took off my shoes and put them on my hand. "Mrs. Joe, I'll be busy first. Goodbye."

She said politely, "take your time. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Mammy, Mammy." Behind her voice is cold: "change the carpet, don't let the guests look at it."