MTL - Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities-Chapter 1219 past

The man rested his head on the woman's shoulders, and no one saw it. In his eyes, those crystals were still water.

When Chu Li came over to find her daughter, she saw that the atmosphere was not too right. At this time, Xiao Yudian climbed out from the middle of the two legs. When she saw Chu Li, she flattened her little mouth. The dry dad and aunt Wei were bad and bad, they did not crush her to death.

Chu Li squatted down, then put her finger on her lips.

Xiaoyu got it, she got up from the ground, and ran to her father, holding her father's clothes tightly.

Chu Lu patted the soil on her daughter, then hugged her with one hand. As for the two people, he still had better not disturb.

"You mean, the person Mo Yan is looking for is Shen Wei?"

Xia Ruoxin's eyes widened, it was impossible, it really was ... too scary.

Mo Yan, Shen Wei, how can these two people get together?

"Why, do you know anything?" Chu Lu raised an eyebrow. "Why, do you really know?" Xia Ruoxin was surprised and surprised, but it seemed to be the case.

"I don't know, I just have some feelings, but I didn't think about that," Xia Ruoxin remembered the incident of the red bean. In fact, Shen Wei had told me something before, if Mo Yan was the person.

Then who was the mistress Shen Wei who fled to Jiangnan.

And now, Xia Ruoxin is not only worried about Shen Wei, but also his third brother. If Shen Wei really gets along with Mo Yi, what will his third brother do?

Xia Ruoxin arrived at a quiet tea shop in a house, and Shen Wei was waiting for her inside.

"You are here? When Shen Wei saw her, she extinguished the smoke in her hands, and her ten fingers were covered with red cardamom. Even she was wearing a red coat today, and the lipstick on her lips was like flames. Some, some sticky pain.

Xia Ruoxin sat down, set his bag aside, and rolled up his sleeves.

"How long have you been here?"

"Not long." Shen Wei smoked another cigarette and started to light it up. "You help me make a pot of tea, I want to drink."

"Okay," Xia Ruoxin put the pot and started to make tea. This place is quite good. You can make tea and drink it yourself. Although Xia Ruoxin is not a professional tea master, the tea is It's pretty good, of course, especially at this time, Shen Wei is in a bad mood. In order to prevent her from becoming a female alcoholic again, Xia Ruoxin still feels that it is better to let her drink tea, which is always better than those wines.

She put the brewed tea in front of Shen Wei,

Shen Wei Duan came over, there really was nothing, just drank it. The taste is bitter and astringent, and some bitterness is left between the lips.

Xia Ruoxin poured her a glass again.

"Thank you," Shen Wei took it, put it between her lips, and once again tasted the bitterness of this tea, just like her life.

"I told you half of my story last time, do you still want to hear it?" She put down the cup, and the smile on her red lips folded up some meanings that were unclear.

"If you want to say, I'll listen."

Xia Ruoxin knew what she was going to say. Maybe Shen Wei really needed to vent well, and Xia Ruoxin also needed to know something so she could know what she would do next.

If she advises peace or points, or if she can't get involved, she doesn't care about anything, but only if she knows what happened between them.

"Can you guess who the man is?" Shen Wei poured himself a cup of tea again. This time there was no bitterness. It started to be a bit sweet. She gently shook the bone china cup in her hand, and the tea was slightly astringent. Aftertaste.

"Is it Mo Yan?" Xia Ruoxin knew it, but when she heard it from Shen Wei's mouth again, she still felt that the world was too crazy.

"Yes," Shen Wei admitted generously, "is that scumbag."

Xia Ruo's heart was stunned by the tea in the cup. Well, Jie Nan, she is really here. Of course, she doesn't dare to laugh, although I feel that the word Jie Nan is strange on Mo Yan's body.

After all, the Mo Mo she saw has always been aristocratic and elegant, and can be said to be a gentleman, and she can feel his love for his wife between his eyes, and he has the same identity The word scumbag cannot be linked together.

"In the beginning, when we were on the gold rush island," she felt like she was about to say this.

"That's the scumbag we saved."

Shen Wei indifferently swiped his red lips, "receive money?"

"Yes," Xia Ruoxin hurriedly poured a cup of tea, and was shocked. Shen Wei's eyes were really poisonous.

"Well, I've collected the money, so it's a good thing to buy two silvers. Who dares not lose it?" And she cooks a pot again, accompanied by the faint tea fragrance, listening to Shen Wei's story.

The eighteen-year-old Shen Wei is like Xia Ruoxin knows that she is naive, she loves dreaming, and she is simple. When she likes being alone, then no matter what others say, they are not suitable, but in the end she still planted Go on.

She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her, and she didn't feel that Mo Yan was suitable for her. She was trapped in the grave of love all the time, constantly ruining her future, overdrawing her time, and ruining her parents. life.

Twenty-two's Shen Wei carried a man of love, marrying this man without complaint or regret.

She learns to cook for him, learns to manage the company, and learns the things she did not like the most, the most unwilling, and the most scornful. She also learned to endure the different women around him, and learned to converge all her temper, she know He likes curly women, so he kept himself more than a dozen long straight hairs and rolled them into big curls. When it was rolled out, she cried. She knew that he liked women with burgundy hair. So she dyed her hair, and she also knew that he liked some good-looking women, so she put away all of her temper, her hands began to touch the dishwashing liquid, and she began to put away those she had always loved jewelry and clothes.

She made herself mature and sexy, she jealous of him and changed his character for him.

She blocked the knife for him, the bullet for him, and used his flesh and blood to block him from danger.

When she thought that she finally came into his heart, what she waited for was not his like, not his confession, but his first love, and from there she knew that it turned out that what he liked was never It's not a woman with curly hair, nor a woman with burgundy hair, but his first love lover has burgundy curly hair.