Good Luck:Dear,Come

At that time, she was only 20 years old. She was beautiful, lively and straightforward. She soon got his favor, and her attitude towards love was more positive and generous.

He will always remember that it was two o'clock in the middle of the night when she ran to his door in the cold wind just to say to him, "Mr. Song, I find I like you so much. Can you stay with me?"

Her unreserved way of showing love touched him instantly. Seventy two hours after they met, they fell in love.

Think of the past sweet, you can compare the bitter at the moment. He couldn't help but wonder, is there a woman in this world who, after having an affair with her husband, will specially miss the experience of falling in love with her husband? Maybe she's not having an affair?

In an instant, his throat was very dry and his chest suddenly felt a sense of oppression that he had not seen for a long time. He picked up his spirit and immediately picked up his daughter and put her in Lin Xiaoqing's arms.

"I'm tired. I want to take a bath. "As soon as he finished, he didn't wait for her to respond, so he ran into the bedroom.

Lin Xiaoqing looks at the door of the room, and a sense of frustration engulfs her again Why? Why on earth? Does he really hate her that much? Hate to even past sweet photos are not willing to look at? She could not help but cast down her eyes.

But the next second, she immediately perked up, took a deep breath, and then kissed her daughter's soft face, forced to smile This is a chance given by God. How can we give up? is it?

After bathing, song Beichuan deliberately stayed in his study until eleven o'clock. Until there was no more movement outside, he quietly opened the door and returned to the living room.

Photos are still scattered all over the floor. It's obvious that her so-called arrangement has not reached its due progress. He leaned over and sat down on the sofa. The first photo that came into his eyes was her single photo.

He stooped to pick it up and held it closer. In the photo, she had long hair. He was not sure where the background was. At that time, they didn't know each other. According to her, what kind of summer camp she attended at that time was a souvenir taken by her fellow campers.

She I really love traveling.

However, in the two years since her marriage, because she was pregnant and took care of her children, she almost stayed at home, only occasionally went out for dinner and shopping with her friends. Because of the company's many conditions, he could not afford to take her out for a holiday.

Compared with her wonderful and rich life in the past, now she may be like a bird in a cage Think of this, a never appeared guilt quietly poured into my heart.

At this time, a shadow suddenly flashed into the living room. He was startled and his mind suddenly broke.

Fix an eye to see, is Lin Xiaoqing, originally she has not slept. He felt guilty and threw the photo back to the ground. Although he felt that such behavior was too stupid, it was too late to remedy it. His behavior was like water thrown out.

"Sisi Did you sleep? " He prevaricated with a casual remark.

Compared with what he didn't know, she seemed calm.

"Well, I went to sleep." Lin Xiaoqing couldn't help laughing at the stupid hiding.

Once upon a time, he was five years older than her, and their roles were strong and weak. His attitude towards her always unconsciously followed a certain pattern. However, at this moment, looking back at 29 year old song Beichuan with 38 year old mind, she suddenly realized that he was so lovable.

Like now.

If she was twenty-four years old, she would be furious and angry that he threw her picture on the ground, but could not see that it was just a manifestation of his shyness.

"Is the work done?" She pretended not to see the scene.

"Well." "I thought you were going to bed first," he said

"Not yet. I can't go to bed so early." She laughed, looked up at him, and then said, "I just went to coax Xi Xi to sleep."

On hearing this, song Beichuan tightened his brows again and sneered: "at the beginning, it was you who insisted on training her to sleep alone, but now you hit her feet with a stone. What did you take wrong medicine?"

When she heard this, she was not angry. Instead, she gave him a smile: "what's the wrong medicine? I just suddenly found that such a child is too poor. Later, I thought about it carefully. Xixi is only one year old now and asked her to sleep alone in a dark room. Don't you think it's too cruel? " With that, she lowered her head, continued to classify the photos silently, and then put them into the album one by one.

He can't answer with his mouth open. Who is this woman? Could it be that she bumped her head accidentally, so her personality suddenly changed a lot? It was reported on TV a while ago that a decorator in a certain country suddenly changed into a gifted painter after his brain injury.

"Ah, I almost forgot to ask you," Lin Xiaoqing suddenly looked up, as if thinking of something, "I cooked a pot of apple soup in the afternoon, do you want to drink some?"

He was stunned for a moment, even the apple soup has changed?"What for?" "Or don't you like apple soup?" she said with a look of disbelief

"I'm not hungry."

"It's just a bowl, not a pot."

Speechless, he really didn't know how to react. Her humor did not make him laugh, but made him feel creepy.

She has a sense of humor. She is a generous and funny girl, but after her marriage, her sense of humor is like death, and she never wakes up.

"I really don't want to drink? It's delicious. " She asked again.

In fact, he thought, he really thought, the cold war between the brainless couple is too long. In a short period of time, it's hard for him to accept these unreasonable consideration.

"No, I really have no appetite." It seemed to be his instinct to refuse her.

"All right." Lin Xiaoqing shrugs and smiles, pretending not to care. She covered up her sense of loss very well, but she was still caught by him. He was so nervous that he was ashamed for a bowl of soup.

Damn, he must be too tired to be influenced by her strange behavior. So he made a quick decision and stood up and said, "I'll go to sleep first. You can do it slowly."

"Good." She didn't respond in particular. If it had been before, she would have said bitterly: Yes, you'd better go to sleep. Anyway, I'm here alone to sort out the memories of the two of us. It's very warm, isn't it?

But she didn't. She even looked up, gave him a smile and said, "good night."