Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

"It's been a year, I haven't even touched my hand." Ye Zhenggang let out a long breath.

Over there, Hao Yun performed the duties of a deputy manager to persuade earnestly: "Su Fu is very good."

Ye Zhenggang was angry, and he didn't notice that Hao Yun had changed his name for Su Fu. He used to refer to his wife as his wife, but now he is called Su Fu.

Ye Zhenggang has been in power over the past few years, and he has never thought about why Hao Yun’s scholarly family, why he would be in politics, and would be willing to follow him. Once he has been with him for nearly 30 years, he clearly has so many opportunities to be promoted, but he has been succumbing. Under his banner.

Just after Ye Zheng finished complaining, Hao Yun hung up his cell phone.

His warm fingers gently stroked the phone, his face a little gentle.

Su Fu, he has said his name for nearly a lifetime.

Now that the two words Hao Yun are also engraved in her heart?

He is like a twenties-something green boy, unable to restrain himself, but he always knows the sensitivity of his identity and the inconvenience of her identity.

Also, she couldn't trust his many things.

He has thought about all kinds of things, all kinds of things, he must restrain himself, be in estrus, stop at courtesy.

Just this kind of restraint is also extremely wonderful for him.

For Su Fu, there is also a little bit.

Hao Yun's confession was like a small stone thrown into her heart, causing a lot of waves.

Su Fu picked up the book, turned gently to the last page, and looked at the line written by Hao Yun.

She gently tore it off, folded it up, and put it upstairs for storage. She knew that Ye Zhenggang would go crazy one day and would turn over this book again. He knew the words of Hao Yun.

But Ye Zhenggang put the phone away, feeling distressed, and when he returned to the flower hall, Su Fu had already gone upstairs. He chased upstairs and knocked on the door of her bedroom. She whispered inside: "I'm asleep, I'll talk about something tomorrow. ."

Extremely cold.

Ye Zheng had just been cold, and he stood silently for a long time, almost muttering: "Don't you even want to see each other?"

He remembered that no matter how late he came back, there would always be a gap in her door, and the light inside was very warm, just like Su Fu.

She was no longer willing to give him warmth, in her heart he was a shameless man, she hated him so much.

For a moment, Ye Zhenggang wanted to go in and force her, as long as he forced him to get her again.

But in the end, the finger dropped again slumped.

He wants power, wants women, he has it all.

But what he lost was Su Fu, what he wanted crazily at first.

Ye Zheng just went to Xie Anning's place. At this time, he needed a little bit of gentleness from a woman, and it might not be cured, at least not so painful.

He was drunk and drunk. Xie Anning went upstairs to make a bed for him. He was lying on the sofa and flipping his cell phone. He dialed his wife's phone at midnight at 12 o'clock, and said, almost ridiculously and naively: "Su Fu you have you slept?"

Su Fu didn't speak, but breathed softly. It was conceivable that she was awake.

She has been reading that book, but she will not tell Ye Zhenggang.

Ye Zhenggang couldn't grasp any handle, but he had the intuition that her heart was drifting away.

He was drunk and said directly and rudely to her: "I'm here at Xie Anning, and I will go to bed soon, Su Fu, don't you really care, don't you care if I slept with other women? You said I was All of you, am I still?"

Su Fu said softly: "Ye Zhenggang, you are all of Xie Anning now! Also, drink less wine, and be more restrained in that respect. After all, you still have a lot of official duties, and your body is not yours alone. ."

Her words, like a bucket of cold water, poured Ye Zhenggang from the beginning to P shares...