The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 356: I Can’t Pass Homecoming (1)
Concubine Ye didn't expect to run into Meng Zixiao on the first day she came back, and she ran into such an unprepared situation at the airport.In the last two years in Boston, she had already graduated with a master’s degree. Under the urging of her parents over and over again on the phone, she also imagined the possibility that the two of them would face if they returned to China. Can't smell...

When she realized what she was thinking, she couldn't help laughing at herself. She only cared because she still cared. Under such circumstances, how could she get out of her body when she was already scarred, adding scars to her fragile heart.

lay down.Still can't let go, so she chooses to continue exile.Until he deliberately forgets, until he surrounds his heart with a copper wall and iron wall, until now he dares to stand in front of him indifferently, seeing him hugging Ding Yuanqiu and still talking and laughing at Yanyan.

Concubine Ye didn't care about her performance tonight, and didn't care about the man's unexpected reaction. Concubine Ye smiled lightly. She couldn't sleep because of the jet lag, so she simply put on her nightgown and got up to continue the unfinished work—cleaning.

She didn't follow Xie Ruiqing's suggestion to go to his place. She was going to find a hotel nearby, but she decided to let him drive here.

This apartment was bought by her parents for her when she was in college, and it was only across the road from the west gate of R University. At first, it was only for the convenience of studying, but now she is very fortunate that she still has a quiet place to live in the huge city B.

The things in the room were arranged just as they were when I left, the curtains were half drawn, the remote control was accidentally dropped on the floor, the pillow was hanging obliquely on the arm of the sofa, and there was even half a barrel of tissues in the wastebasket for wiping her tears and nose. ...just covered in a thick layer of dust.Time seems to have paused here, leaving traces of bleakness lightly.

She only had time to clean up the bedroom before going to bed.At this moment, I poured warm water, twisted a rag, and wiped it from the glass of the living room one by one, then mopped the floor, pulled off the curtain and threw it into the washing machine.The room is not big, only about 40 square meters in total, and it was cleaned quickly. After a while, she was sweating profusely. After taking a shower, she fell into a sound sleep comfortably.

This sleep lasted until four o'clock in the afternoon, which was rare and sweet, but the dreams she was afraid of did not appear.After waking up, facing the strange but familiar room, she was stunned for a moment, and then she felt satisfied again. Does this dreamless sleep mean that there is one more evidence of recovery?
Concubine Ye simply got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and simply patted her face with clean water. The woman in the mirror had long hair draped around her shoulders, her fair face faded from greenness, and her nose bridge was straight. , with vermilion lips like a dandy, but there is a slight blue shadow in the eyes.She leaned closer to the mirror, and after vaguely discovering a suspicious fine line, she frowned her two delicately trimmed eyebrows.

A 26-year-old woman has long been swept away by the tail of youth. Thinking of the best years that everyone misses, Concubine Ye feels more and more that her youth was eaten by dogs, and the cheapest thing is that she threw it away on her own initiative.

Taking another deep breath in front of the mirror, she wrapped up her coat, picked up the garbage bag and went downstairs briskly.

City B has changed a lot, but this neighborhood is still the same. It’s time to get off work. The white-collar workers of nearby companies are walking home like tired birds with big bags purchased from supermarkets. There are also college students renting houses, riding bicycles. Passing the speed bump that was still piled with thin snow, it creaked and drifted away.

Concubine Ye specially greeted the security guard at the door. She remembered that when she came back last night, the security guard questioned her for a long time because she was unfamiliar. After registering her ID card and checking the owner's information, she released her.Concubine Ye couldn't laugh or cry, but Xie Ruiqing smiled and said that she could rest assured that she lived here alone.

(End of this chapter)