MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 5

chapter Five

But the people around him will make him feel that there is still a trace of meaning in life. This may be the so-called love. It hurts you and you redeem you.

He Zhishu did not lack people's likes from small to large. His good character was good and the good girl was lost. Later, when he didn't go to college, he accompanied Jiang Wenxu to work hard. The rich woman's wealthy businessman Xiaokai missed him too much, but He Zhishu didn't move any more. He Zhishu is very good at Jiang Wenxu. When talking about business, the red, white and yellow on the wine table is really irrigating, spit and then drink, except for the sale of the color, what else has not been done? At that time, Jiang Wenxu’s pressure on the big bed was poor, and he was quite down when he was able to toss him in bed. Later, the two people could be considered as a leader, and as a result, they did not need to continue to be "public relations" and not toss him.

He Zhishu quietly got out of bed, and he couldn’t control the smoke in the sofa. When He Zhishu was young, he loved himself more than anyone else. But for ten years, there was no less irrigation, and second-hand smoke was not pumped. But at that time, he really loved Jiang Wenxu and used his full strength to love this man.

Love is now fourteen years, but he has not had the strength to love Jiang Wenxu like the previous decade. The human heart is slowly getting cold, and disappointing too much is not expected. He didn't want to be a blame in suspicion and suspicion. He started to endure because of deep love, and the result was tolerant until now. I really don't know if I am used to it or really don't care.

He knows to sleep on the sofa for a while, and then he has a fever in the early morning. He pours the medicine out and waits for the water to open.

"How come you are so early, I blinked cold." Jiang Wenxu's hair was a little messy, but he looked younger, and when he complained, he couldn't change his little bit when he was young.

"Get used to get up early, you will go out and eat later, I didn't cook." He Zhishu indifference poured a large cup of hot water into the cool white, swallowed a medicine.

Jiang Wenxu was a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to lose his temper and looked at what He Zhishu had eaten. He asked: "Is it sick?"

"I have accidentally felt cold after cooling down." He Zhishu smiled and said: "It's okay, don't you go to the company today?"

Jiang Wenxu did not know how to hear a pungent sarcasm from the He Zhishu dialect, and the guilty conscience: "Don't go, stay with you from home."

There is no surprise in He Zhishu, hot pot: "Then I will give you something to eat, how about making a tomato soup in the shabu-shabu?"

"Okay." Jiang Wenxu was slightly relieved, and he sat on the sofa and waited for food.

He knows that the oil smoke is nausea and he wants Jiang Wenxu to be born to torture him.

He only saw the noodles in the soup and heard Jiang Wenxu shouting: "Do you raise flowers? Don't you like to wait for flowers and plants?"

"Friends sent, raise and play." He Zhishu handed down.

"When do you make friends? Do I know? Such a valuable breed will keep you playing?" Jiang Wenxu's series of words made He Zhishu upset, and the disgusting was even worse. He Zhishu swears that Jiang Wenxu is the man he has seen who is derailed outside and is still so hard.

"He knows the book!" Jiang Wenxu screamed hard and shouted.

"You can't do it when you're outside, I don't know how to make friends." He Zhishu shut the fire, and the half-baked noodles slowly glued together.

Jiang Wenxu became furious and angry: "What the **** do you mean?! Laozi is working hard outside to earn money to raise you. You come here all day long?"

He knows cold and sneer: "I am rare you raise? Thirty percent of the shares are not enough for my living expenses? The name of the house is still inclusive? Jiang Wenxu, your brain is broken?"

Jiang Wenxu was stunned by He Zhishu, and he was upset. He knows that Wen is accustomed to it, so that he is so worried that he is worried about him. However, he is still not convinced by his mouth: "Isn’t it so afraid that I am asking what? Who knows if you are outside? I don’t touch Laozi. This pot of broken flowers is enough for you to buy a house and pay a down payment. How can you give it to someone else?"

In fact, He Zhishu really doesn't know that this kind of orchid is expensive to this extent. How can a doctor make a big deal to this point?

But how is he standing better than Jiang Wenxu, listening to Jiang Wenxu's suspicion that he is more disgusted, he is not feeling well, does not want to be angry, biting his teeth and saying: "I don't want to come back, who is willing to take care of what you are doing outside?" You don't care about me too!"

Jiang Wenxu's temper came up, and after two steps, he rushed to know the book.

He knows not to hide, tears come down: "You really want to hit me?"

Jiang Wenxu's heart is inexplicably painful, and the conditioned reflexes let go, and the gas can't be sprinkled. Looking for thoughts, you are not rare. How many people outside of Laozi are looking forward to being lucky! When I slammed the jacket and slammed the door, I left without looking back.

He Zhishu frowned and wiped his tears away. He sat at the table with a bowl of noodles, and it was difficult to swallow. Very disgusting, as disgusting as Jiang Wenxu, but at least not irritating him.

But these faces were finally spit into the toilet and vomited blood.

Both are hurt.