You are my trial marriage honey wife

An Ruocheng tried to restrain the tension in his heart, pretended to turn his mobile phone as if nothing had happened, and looked at the woman in front of him with great interest.

"Do you think I'm still in the mood to go to work today?" He asked faintly, sat up straight and stared, "tell me, what kind of existence are you? Do you exist, just a personality that has been hidden before? Or a newly formed personality? "

Because his little wife suffers from my heavy personality, he specially consulted a lot of relevant information.

In this regard, I know a lot, not professional.

Xiaomei sat quietly on the sofa, only one person away from him.

She kept a decent smile on her face and said clearly, "A Cheng, answer me a question first. Is that all right? "

She affectionately called him a Cheng, which was completely different from Gu Yiyi and Gu Tianyin's alienation from him.

This "A Cheng" gave an Ruocheng the illusion of seeing his little wife Gu still.

"Yes." He said in a strange way, remembering that he asked her questions first.

Xiaomei smiled faintly and asked softly, "do you think I'm doing this now? Isn't it perfect? "

“……”

An Ruocheng frowned and looked at her for some unknown reason.

At this moment, he was almost sure that she was not his little wife Gu still, she was the woman from her mouth - Xiaomei.

Because his little wife is so shy, how can she ask if she is perfect.

Oh.

Xiaomei didn't agree with his Chi smile. She had a faint smile on her face and a moving light in her eyes, as if she was born so white.

Ann Ruocheng thinks she is really perfect, perfect enough to meet the needs of every man for his other half.

When the idea slipped through his mind, he couldn't help saying, "you're really perfect."

But he felt that such a perfect her had no aura, and people couldn't get that special... Feeling.

Yes, that's it.

Xiaomei bent her mouth and said softly, "yes. I'm probably what she imagined - the perfect woman you might like. Do you understand my explanation? "

The perfect woman she imagined he might like?

Who is she? Still?

An Ruocheng's mind seemed to explode.

Xiaomei means that she still imagines the appearance of a perfect woman he might like?

In other words, the existence of Xiaomei is still created? And it was created temporarily?

An Ruocheng's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of unbelievable.

Xiaomei nodded as if she saw through him, smiled and said, "ah Cheng, you guessed well. Still after what happened yesterday, the psychology was greatly hit, resulting in the psychology of evading the status quo and shrinking.

The reason why I replace her at this time is that she loves you too much and hates her imperfections too much, so she created my perfect personality.

I said my name was Xiaomei precisely because I was the perfect personality she imagined. She felt that only I could be worthy of you. "

“……”

Ann Ruocheng was stunned.

She said that after what happened yesterday, her psychology was greatly hit, resulting in the psychology of evading the status quo and shrinking.

The reason why she still exists at this time is that she still loves him too much and hates her imperfections too much, so she created her perfect personality.

The reason why she is called Xiaomei is that she is still a perfect personality

Ann Ruocheng's mind kept repeating Xiaomei's words.

It is almost conceivable that his little wife lost confidence in him, in life and in everything around her, and even denied herself, so as to imagine Xiaomei's perfect personality.

Xiaomei said that she still created her perfect personality because she loved him too much and hated her imperfections too much. She felt that only Xiaomei's perfect personality was worthy of him“ Not so, not so! " An Ruocheng held his head in his hands and ran out of control. "I never despised you for being imperfect, and I didn't. I want to always be you, no matter you are good or bad, or you in the past, now and in the future, all I want is you.

”

He said painfully, his eyes glittering, as if he couldn't help crying.

Xiaomei shook her head and sighed, "it's a pity that she can't hear your mind. From the moment you choose to believe in Ling Jing, her heart to you has died. Now no matter what you say, I can hear, Yiyi can hear, even Xiao Yin can hear, but she can't hear.

Every time she sleeps, she closes all her senses.

This time, she slept very heavily. "

An Ruocheng's eyes showed deep pain. Suddenly, he leaned forward like out of control, grabbed her shoulders and shouted, "let her out, you let her out!"

"I can't do it, I can't do it, I'm sorry..." Xiaomei gently shook her head, with crystal tears flashing from the bottom of her eyes, as if she showed deep love for him.

Such a woman is really a perfect wife who loves her husband.

However, an Ruocheng could not see the deep feeling in her eyes, and her words occupied her whole brain.

She said that from the moment she chose to believe in Ling Jing, her little wife's heart to herself had died.

Now no matter what she says, she can hear, Gu Yiyi can hear, and even Gu Tianyin can hear, except his little wife, she can't hear.

Every time she sleeps, she closes all her senses.

This time, she slept very heavily.

It's all because of him!

Ann Ruocheng never thought that her words "believe in Ling Jing" would cause so much harm to her that she had no confidence in everything and even denied herself.

All this is caused by yourself

"Ah --"

An Ruocheng roared and hit the marble tea table with a fist. His hand was broken and bleeding, but the marble tea table didn't move.

Xiaomei took his hand painfully and hurriedly said, "ah Cheng, your hand is bleeding. I'll get the medicine box. "

An Ruocheng looked at her anxious figure and a painful color slipped across her eyes.

The woman in front of him was clearly the appearance of his little wife, and even her eyes were the same when she loved him.

But she is not his little wife Gu still, but the perfect personality Xiaomei she fantasizes that he may like.

Ann Ruocheng felt that all this was really absurd and ironic. Obviously, what he likes is her. Why should he fantasize about a so-called perfect personality?