Hubby, Please Spare Me

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When she refused to bow her head, she could not see the past summer evening.

Shui Miaomiao clapped her hands, her eyes were red, and she didn't look at Ye Lingyi, and walked towards the door, decisively.

Ye Lingyi looked at her lonely back, walking farther and farther, as if to walk out of his life forever.

His heart was tightened, as if entangled with poisonous vines, a sharp stab pierced his heart, and it hurt.

For more than seven years, there has never been pain.

Ye Lingyi chased out, grabbed Shui Miaomiao, his chest undulated violently, staring at her fiercely, and asked, "Summer evening, have you ever liked me?"

Whether she liked it or not, it is not important for her now.

These have fallen into the gap of time and do not want to be picked up.

She just wanted to let him forget her forever.

She is good, forget him forever.

Fortunately, seeing him and thinking of him will make me sad.

Shui Miaomiao pursed her lips and smiled, as if watching a very interesting thing, and said: "You ask the chicken lady if she likes you or not, are you funny?"

"Then do you like Shen Mochen?" Ye Lingyi raised her eyebrows and asked very uncertainly.

"Silly, the watch is injustice, the show is ruthless, who has money, who I like! Well, you should let go of me. Be careful I am sick, and you will be guilty of infecting you." Say easily.

Instead, Ye Lingyi gripped tighter, and the green muscles on the back of her hand burst, and said coldly: "Shen Mochen is mostly a woman, he is just playing with you. If you like him, you are willing to fall."

Shui Miaomiao's eyes narrowed.

She knew that Shen Mochen had many women.

Li Sisi, Yin Yao, Li Ru, and maybe there are still many women she doesn't know yet.

She married him, but was forced to do so.

If she can, she only needs her inflammation.

In love, she can't afford it, she can't afford it, and she can't afford it.

"I said that, I only like money!" Shui Miaomiao said coldly, perfunctory.

"Then be my woman!" Ye Lingyi blurted, but her eyes were firmly locked in Shui Miaomiao, like two nails, very sharp.

Shui Miaomiao looked at Ye Lingyi, a strange sadness and surprise flashed in her heart, and her eyes were red.

Ye Lingyi did not expect that she still wanted her, even if she was dirty.

He mocked his lips, "Anyway, are you being played by men, by me, or by others, don't you care? Or, I am tired of playing with you, and then give you a few friends to play with , Rest assured, they have money."

Shui Miaomiao's heart sank and fell into the ice lake below the vast abyss, freezing directly.

Ye Lingyi's words, like countless sharp knives, can still penetrate her heart.

This is the only man she has ever loved, the man she chased when she was young, the man who has been with her for eighteen years, and the man who has not forgotten after seven years.

He actually bored her and gave her to other men to play with.

Shui Miaomiao couldn't hold back, and tears came out.

Sadness, out of touch.

Memories are all passing by.

Youth, beauty, sweetness, and happiness seem to flow away at your fingertips.

She really didn't catch anything.

Even if it is not her fault at all.

Ye Lingyi looked at Shui Miaomiao crying, her dark eyes covered with mist, and finally gathered, and a drop of crystal clear water flowed down the corner of her eyes.

Her crying, her laughing, her tears, her sadness, her anger, her naughty, her coquetry, her waywardness, everything about her, has been repeating and repeating in his dreams, repeat.

Never forgot, and never forgot.