MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Jiang Wenxu has not slept for a few days, and he always misses a person in his heart. He can’t help but think that he can’t help but feel pain in his heart. Jiang Wenxu was very painful. From the day when he came out of the hospital, Jiang Wenxu refused to accept such facts. He was afraid that there would be something in the knowledge book, but he would rather have those pains fall on him.

But he couldn't find even his knowledge book. When he found Ai Ziqian, he thought that his partner was a reasonable affair. He didn't expect that person to be crazy and sell idiots. It was clear that his brother was protecting his brother. It is. Jiang Wenxu was discouraged, and these days, he struggled with his life and hardship.

On this day, Jiang Wenxu fell asleep at his desk. He was too tired and exhausted. Very uncomfortable sleeping position, Jiang Wenxu did not sleep well, it seems that the body is still connected with the outside world, but in his mind began to groggy dreams.

That dream is very real. Jiang Wenxu felt that he was still in high school when he was still in the classroom. He was a chemistry class. The teacher told him that he was sleepy. When he fell asleep on the table, the last glance he saw was the teenager sitting next to him. He was dressed in a school uniform, his hair was black and soft, and he really listened to the class. Gentle and pure.

"Knowledge book..." Jiang Wenxu faintly heard someone crying, but when he woke up, he touched the cold and cold liquid on his cheek without warning. He didn't move at his desk, his eyelashes slammed twice, and his voice was so low that he felt so whimpered. He said, "He knows, you come back, you want to be like..." Cats and puppies are good, the family can raise and raise, and when they work hard, they will go home and hug and kiss him at night, and he will be happy when he is low. Leave a whole heart to the He Zhishu who can't go away.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Wenxu drove home, because there was a breath of He Zhishu at home. It couldn’t be said that it was a book smell of ink or a quiet sandalwood fragrance. There was no sense of aggression. Like that person, it was awkward to contact for a long time. When suddenly disappeared. When I was as self-satisfied as a drug addiction.

Jiang Wenxu is in a bad mood today. Some of the money he used to use is the company's working capital. The board of directors has already been dissatisfied, but fortunately he has been in power for a long time and has not made a big storm.

When the elevator door opened, he saw a small group of people sitting in the dark in the knees at the door of his house. Jiang Wenxu’s heart jumped. He suddenly remembered that he had kept the He Zhishu out of the door more than two months ago. The man was probably so thin and sturdy. He must be sad and disappointed, not arguing, nor courageous.

Jiang Wenxu was a little flustered, his heart was bitten by the tiny bugs, and the riddled ones were jealous and remorseful. He is so nervous that he is afraid to move forward. He has no control over his mind. Is his knowledge book coming back?

"Jiang Ge..." Deliberately softening the voice, there is a whimper, a full of pleading and pleading.

Jiang Wenxu was black in front of him, just like being given a stick to the head. He stood still and didn't move. He finally stopped the coldness of his blood: "What are you doing?"

"Do you have a **** face?!" Jiang Wenxu screamed without warning, his eyes reddened and walked in step by step: "Do you know how many times I thought about ruining you?"

Jiang Wenxu’s voice is cold: “I’ve thought about finding someone to turn you around, then scratching your face, so that you can only pick up the most inferior guests, let you be **** by men all day and night, when will you die? Finished." When he said this, there was no mood swing, calm and waveless, but you will never doubt the authenticity of what he said.

Jiang Wenxu suddenly smiled, especially ridiculed, and then he slaps himself without warning: "But, my mother is not qualified!"

Even the punishment of a person who hurts his own baby is not qualified, because the culprit is never someone else.

Indulge in the crash and stand up and rush to the waist of Jiang Wenxu, but was kicked open. After intoxication, I slammed into the door. It seems that these pains are not comparable to the wounds in my heart: "Jiang Ge, don't leave me, I know it is wrong..." The intoxicated face is difficult to draw beautifully, pale and small It’s distressing when the face is sobbing: “Let’s do the same as before... how can you toss me, I don’t think about replacing people who shouldn’t be replaced...”

Jiang Wenxu's look is unclear, uncomfortable and unspeakable: "You give me a roll, don't say such disgusting words at my door." Jiang Wenxu did not want to listen, disgusting, disgusting and intoxicated, and disgusted with his own indulgence.

Intoxicated, not talking, just crying, tears almost become pearls. For a long time, he slowed down: "...Jiang Wenxu, I really like you."

like very much. I don't know why I like it. Even if the man is gentle to him, even if he treats him, he can only play. It’s not tears that are drunk and crying. Drops are blood. His expression is very empty, the look is the same as the child's weakness: "...I didn't deliberately take your ring...Jiang Ge, don't be angry...Jiang Ge, you said to give me the house, but I have never been a name. Going to change, you have given me the money and I haven’t been passive on that card. I don’t want to be really covered by you...”

The intoxicating crying is too heavy, letting people listen to the repressed panic: "I know that you have someone you like, but always thinking... I always think that I will not be worse than anyone... you don't hate me... I really ...not really bad..."

Jiang Wenxu's fingers trembled fiercely, and he understood the pain in the depths. The former He Zhishu, now intoxicated, the future of Jiang Wenxu.

"Let's go." Jiang Wenxu sighed, waiting for me to finish these days, and later.

The intoxicated scorpion lit up, and the child laughed like a little tiger tooth: "Well! Jiang Ge, I will find you later, goodbye."

Intoxicated and embarrassed, he actually knows everything.

He walked aimlessly, and his mind was not clear. The red light at the crossroads failed, and a black Maserati came and slammed.

Blood stained the road.

A life, in the eyes of unrelated people, is just a small version of the newspaper in the next day.