MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 8

chapter eight

Jiang Wenxu actually regretted a bit. He has grown up in these years and was surrounded by Yan Yan to raise his temper. He can't be rebellious by people around him, but he doesn't have the habit of actually playing He Zhishu.

"I said it is because the outsiders and I are awkward." Although Jiang Wenxu is guilty, he is just as confident: "Your friend is definitely not a good person, nowhere else."

He knows that he is sitting up straight and gently touches the red cheeks. The cloud is light and whispered: "You are not a good person, let's go elsewhere."

"I only thought that I was with you at the beginning, even if I had a hard time, I was so happy that I had passed the seven-year itch for ten years, but I never thought that people would always change. The reason for people change is because He wants to change." He knows that he closes his eyes. He does not want to cast the remaining strength and warmth of life to Jiang Wenxu: "Let's separate for a while, and I don't want to keep a broken house."

When He Zhishu said this, he always had a slightly sloppy lip. The voice was soft and clear, and calm was like a random chat with his lover.

Jiang Wenxu sighed for a long time before he sighed back: "If the traitor is broken, it will break the jar and break. I want you to let you and Shantou fly together? How can there be such a good business?"

He Zhishu only feels funny: "I don't have enough shares for you to eat? Do you still have to compensate me for your valuable youth to pay for your breakup?"

"I really think about the stock. When the house was bought, you didn't want to sign it. It was my own name." Jiang Wenxu sneered: "I don't need you to compensate me. I am going out of the house. Not right, Your **** is reluctant to suffer, and it is not unusual for you to break the house.

He Zhishu finally frowned, his eyes full of sorrow, he did not laugh, and sighed softly: "Why? Fourteen years of feelings, you have to ruin so much room?"

Jiang Wenxu was inexplicably hurt by a bit. He leaned over the shoulders of He Zhizhi and softened his voice: "Knowledge, I said, we don't care. You know that my bad temper also stimulates me, my temper is better than before. Still a lot bigger..."

"Divided." He Zhishu still said this, took a mobile phone from the coffee table to Ai Ziyu sent a text message - help me arrange chemotherapy.

Jiang Wenxu’s lost hand shook and forced the patience of the fire to make him jump in the forehead: “Don’t make fun of me with me.”

"I am serious. I have never been a person who can be, you know how much I screw."

Jiang Wenxu clenched the back of the alveolar, and tightened his wrist with a hand to drag him outside the door: "You are fucking! Roll, now roll!"

At the beginning, Jiang Wenxu only thought that this was a fierce quarrel, but he never expected to hear He Zhishu even dare to let go. He didn't have time to think about how much emotion in his heart was because of anger and how much it was flustered. He was uncomfortable with his heart, and he could only calm down if he vented regardless of his temper.

He Zhishu was shut out by Jiang Wenxu. The body is just a thin cotton trousers.

The high-rise apartment elevator building is not cold, but He Zhishu can't afford it at all. He couldn't walk, curled up and squatted at the door. He hung his knees in his knees, and there was no obvious tremor.

He Zhishu’s nose began to bleed again. He wiped his shirt indiscriminately, and his headache eyes were blooming. He felt very cold, not only his body, but his heart was like a broken wind. He is becoming less and less aware of the man he has loved for 14 years.

When He Zhishu burned, it seemed that he saw the light in the dark and dark corridor. When he was in high school, the high-ranking Yinglang boy walked over with the ball and laughed like a stupid big wolf dog.