My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

~ Date: ~ October 29~

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Just as Yang Chen was unable to extricate himself after he fell into lust, far away in Zhonghai, a beautiful woman in a small bar was drinking alone.

Lin Ruoxi looked at this bar where he met Yang Chen. He smiled and laughed at himself. He didn't care about his head and drank a glass of wine. The blush on his face was getting deeper and deeper. As early as if Ruoxi entered the door, he was eager to move, but Lin Ruoxi’s face was forced to retreat. At this time, someone finally couldn’t stand it. A small man with a look of wretched expression came to Ruoxi with a glass of wine. “This beautiful Miss, one person is lonely, drink a bar together. If Ruoxi does not seem to hear him, he has no choice but to pay attention to his plans. The man felt that his face was a little hang-up. When he reached out, he went to the arm of Lalin Ruoxi. When he had not touched his hand, he felt his hand numb and lost strength. Lin Ruoxi looked up at the man and knew that Moline had not spoken with him. Just took a glass of wine and took a sip. The man refused to point to Lin Ruoxi and smashed it out. "What is the high, ***·······", when the words are not finished, they are knocked down to the ground. Moline appeared in front of Ruoxi. "The distinguished Borsofine, you are shocked, your subordinates are derelict, you are drunk, are you going back?", if the stream did not speak, drink a cup In the wine, I took the bag and dropped a few banknotes. I stood up and walked toward the door. Moline followed the back and got ready for the car. If I saw it, I turned and walked along the road. Go, Moline doesn't know if he wants to keep up, or go to drive. There is no way to drive behind and watch the woman in front stop. Molin hurries forward. "Adult, you still get on the bus." You control, you go away, don't follow me," take off your high heels Move forward in your hands.

The dimly lit street lamp shines on her. It is a little colder and more lonely. The hair that has been smashed is scattered a few times. The high heels have already been taken off, so I walked barefoot and swayed. Singing a song,

"On a cloudy day, in a room where the lights are not turned on, when all the thoughts are precipitated little by little, whether love is a spiritual opium, or a boring pastime at the end of the century, the cigarettes are smashed into a circle of light, and his photos are at hand, silly. The sweetness of a person’s smile is always wonderful in minutes. Anyone thinks that passion will never be reduced. Except for the little tiredness after the passion fades, maybe whoever said it is insatiable, who should have said it? I don’t know the point of checkpoint. In the past few years, the sensibility won the rational side. On the cloudy day, in the room where the light is not turned on, when all the thoughts are settled little by little, the doubts in the love and hateful desires are blind, and the girls are all obvious. On one side, the subtleties in this song are all experienced. If you really want to understand it for several years, think back to the noisy wedding banquet on that day. The sound of the ring is the prelude or the end. The feelings are not yours, I wish, the best. Love and hate are not related to each other, feelings are said to wear a person who is free from one person to go to jealousy, men do not have to talk about it, women do not need to be pitiful, in short, you two have no fate in those years."

Taking advantage of this unskilled song, suddenly burst into tears, perhaps tired, just sat down on the bench in the street garden, Moline waited for a long time and did not see Lin Ruoxi up, carefully looked at it and found She seems to be asleep, she wants to get off and take her back, but someone is one step faster than him. The man looks at the woman who just saw it in the bar, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes like a fan, above There was still tears, and the strange feeling in my heart came again. I thought that I was following a stranger like a fool, and I was very annoyed. I knew that she had a wall, or she was afraid that she was drunk and bullied. She took her from the chair and turned back to face Molin, who was coming over and wanted to talk. The real power came out, and Moline fell into a coma.

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