Love You Three Thousand Times

But he glared at me, his head was buried deep in my neck, now think about it, it should be full of guilt to a wife!

When he went to bed with my predecessor, how could he see me who was deeply in love?

I squeezed my cell phone and stared at the girl on the photo that was very similar to Mo Ziqian's. Mo Ziqian, very good.

He went to the neighboring city in the name of a business trip every month, spending one to five days. I never doubted the authenticity of his business trip. It turned out that he went to the neighboring city to see his first love and his daughter. He already had a home there. And I was kept in the lie for four years. What is even more exasperating is that Mo Ziqian’s parents know this, and Mo Ziqian’s friends know that only I am the fool who is kept in the dark.

My teeth bite and my heart is bleeding. At that moment, I want to take a knife and kill Mo Ziqian.

Mo Ziqian came back near midnight. I didn't ask anything. Only when he was lying down, I climbed up to his body. The posture of the woman and the man was usually used when I was spoiled. .

Mo Ziqian’s eyes and mouth were all bent, and the face was getting more and more handsome. He held my waist with both hands. “Little cat, want it again?”

I only stared at his temperament and the unparalleled face of his sneer, my sights were at his throat. At this moment, I really wanted to put my hand on his throat to kill him.

Because of drinking wine, Mo Ziqian did not find the coldness and hate in my shackles, his hands held me down, the long body shape pressed me down, then, his thin lips kissed mine.

I raised my hand and blocked his lips, and there was no lack of chuckles in my eyes. "Mo Ziqian, after all these years together, I haven't been able to give you a child, so you really don't hate me?"

Mo Ziqian looked at me unexpectedly, but smiled for a moment, raised his hand and rubbed my hair. "fool, I told you were my child. I think of you as a daughter. It's enough to have your daughter all your life."

Think of me as a daughter, this life has my one daughter is enough? “Mo Ziqian, when you tell a lie, do you really not feel shamed? You know, it's just because you already have a daughter out there, and maybe you'll have a son one day”.

At this moment, my heart hate more, if there is a knife in my hand, I am afraid I have inserted into Mo Ziqian's heart.

But Mo Ziqian, he still did not find my anomaly, he closed his eyes and put his face against my neck fossa, took a deep breath, mouth dreamy murmur, "Wanwan, you smell nice." When I go to work every day, I think about your body fragrance. "

am aware of a bit, familiar with the body temperature and the arms that has been dependent on, the light between the breath in the air, let

want Ziqian and I have a happy life, she deliberately sent those to break up us? But the child looks like Mo Ziqian,

my feeling was mixed and confused, Mo Ziqian suddenly entered my body.

body never tired of the other, we know how to make the other person happy,

in a good sleep, and the dream is always the plot of the he and the child, and I hear the voice of the Mo Ziqian, he said,

we are a family, Mo wanwan, you should get out

woke up, Mo

on business trip later

my forehead, and my heart gave me

half

Ziqian's eyes twinkle, he smiled, raised his hand and pinched my little nose. "What are you talking about? How could I betray you?" Be good, wait for me

again and kissed me on the lips, and I put my arms around his neck more tightly. As soon as he pulled it,

he never blames me for

filial piety as my real parents, they always knew, and his friends, those who affectionately call my sister-in-law, they all know that I am the only one

kinds of posture desperately tossed him, his white and compact body is full of my green and red traces, the whole person is exhausted. He began

and left his

up again in the morning. I couldn't stand it. Moreover, he was covered with

are my little wild cat, why do you want so hard

he still didn't realize that I was different today. Because I carve it so well. I

still tired, and his white Mercedes-Benz drove

Mo Ziqian to the neighboring city. I watched his car drive outside a tall building. Mo Ziqian humbly checked the access card, the car drove in, but my

that Mo Ziqian left in my bag a few days ago and said

strange neighborhood with the rented car, and soon found Mo Ziqian's

in front of the car, the fatigue between the eyebrows, was replaced by a gentle indulgence, his slender figure

a red little