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. "

scintillating eyes open, in the bottom of the eye revealed the thick drowning and love bath, at that moment, I am aware of a

those to break up us? But the child looks like

when I closed my deeply, and my feeling was mixed and confused, Mo Ziqian suddenly

our body never tired of the other, we know how to make the other person happy, Mo Ziqian, he is more, this one

always the plot of the he and the child, and I hear the voice of the Mo Ziqian, he said,

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

Mo Ziqian was already

go to the neighboring city on business trip later and come back

over and kissed my forehead, and

half aggrieved goo thick, "it's the neighboring city again, you

his hand and pinched my little nose. "What are you talking about? How

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

once a month because he has his lover and daughter over there; he never blames me for being infertile, because he has a daughter for a long time and may have another

as my real parents, they always knew, and his friends, those who affectionately call

whole person is exhausted. He began to beg for

tired and left his

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

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

muttered a word, and at the moment, he still didn't realize that I was different today. Because I carve it so well. I hate him hardly, but I’m doing the most

were still tired, and his white Mercedes-Benz drove out of the neighborhood. At that moment, I drove the

on the high way, I followed Mo Ziqian to the neighboring city. I watched his car drive outside a tall building. Mo Ziqian humbly checked the

the ID card that Mo Ziqian left in my bag a few days ago

soon found Mo Ziqian's white Mercedes-Benz,

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

a red little leather shoe, ran over