Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

In a fairly good Western restaurant, Jiang Yao drank the juice from the glass and looked up and down this friend she had n’t seen for a long time. Because she travels abroad all year round, so I have n’t seen her for a long time. It seems She's not doing well. Although she deliberately put on some light makeup, she still couldn't hide the pimple on her face.

"Ruoxin, you are thin!" She put down the cup in her hand, she had already thought about it, how could she live a good life by marrying a man who hated her?

No, Xia Jie smiled lightly, hiding the excessive emotions under her eyes, and did not want Jiang Yao to discover her sadness at this time.

"I'm not thin, but you're dark," she said half-jokingly.

Jiang Yao stared at her vigorously. "I run outside every day, and naturally I bask in the sun every day. It ’s getting darker, but it ’s healthier. It ’s like you. The wind blows when the wind blows. Like a ghost. "

She put her hand on Xia Ruoxin's shoulder. Sure enough, the shape of the bones could be clearly felt on it, and she was indeed thin.

This jealous woman will know this bitter gourd face.

"How long are you going to come back this time?" Xia Ruoxin was still smiling, not to mention the quality of her life, and seeing this friend finally made her heart clearer.

Soon after, Jiang Yao withdrew his hand and picked up the glass on the table again. "Maybe I will go again in a few days. This time I will go for about half a year. I am also going to finish this, I change my job and I am tired. "At this point, she sighed. She also seemed to need a man to marry herself.

"Then, it will be a long time after we meet next time?" Xia Ruoxin listened to her, but also had some unspeakable sadness, and she had to leave again just after returning. Is it really so urgent?

"Yeah," Jiang Yao held up her face, how she said more and more heavy, she looked around boringly, but, when shaking a figure, narrowed her eyes, trying to see clearly, her face It became a bit unnatural, and Xia Ruoxin only noticed the scale of the drink in the cup and found nothing.

Jiang Jing quickly retracted his gaze, only looking at Xia Ruoxin in a complicated way.

"If you are willing, is Chulu good for you?" She asked suddenly,

Xia Ruoxin's body was levied for a moment. Very good. Haven't you read the newspaper? He sent a string of millions of necklaces.

She said, there was nothing to be proud of, and what she saw was just some faint memories. In fact, for her, the necklace was precious not because of its value, but because it was from the man. .

Just now, why?

Jiang Yao was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but want to curse, Ruoxin, you are not happy. She wasn't deceived by the smile on her face, that smile was deliberate and pretended, but she didn't want to laugh, but she wanted to cry.

"Well, happiness," Xia Ruoxin held the cup on the table, clenched with his hands, and laughed, "Of course I am happy, Jiang Yao, have you forgotten? I have always loved him and can be him Wife, I already feel happy. "

Her palm touched the temperature on the cup, but she felt some warmth in her palm, but her fingertips were completely cold.

"If it's heart, why are you so stupid?" Jiang Yao really wanted to shake this idiot, and she didn't know what to do with this kind of stupidity. Someone is worth, some are not, and that Chulu really deserves her love? Nothing is loved, nothing is loved.