My best female boss

"Am I melancholy?" Seeing that Peng Guowang spoke so seriously, Liu Ying said that her performance was successful. She moved the lotus step gently and came towards him. She was more and more covered up by melancholy and depression.

Peng Guowang's heart as like as two peas, the heart said, this action is too like his dead wife Yao Ting, even the eyes of her eyes are exactly the same, he can't see his eyes are all moved. "Aren't you?"

"I'm not." She whispered. "I'm just missing someone."

With such a light word, Peng Guowang's heart was gone. He came to the temple to worship the dead just because he missed his dead wife. He had to go to work and couldn't go back at this time.

It should be said that he did not want to go back, also did not want to go back to face all let him sad past.

"Ah." He let out a long sigh and choked. "Once upon a time, it's hard to make water. Except that Wushan is not a cloud, maybe there is only the word" love "in the world, which is the most tormenting. Although it can't be explained, it's the most helpless!"

When Liu Ying heard this, she said that she was really a pedant. No wonder her wife had been dead for two years and she was still immersed in her past feelings. If she had been a new man, she would have found several alternate women. This really made Liu Ying look at her with new eyes.

"Listen to your tone, as if we are sympathizing with each other?" Liu Ying came near and held her feet.

"Yes, you're right. We're in the same boat." Peng Guowang choked. "The person I miss has left me and gone to heaven, but I don't know where the person you miss has gone?"

"Heaven?" She showed a look of surprise on purpose.

"Yes, she went to heaven, where there are no villains and bad people, where her mind can calm down." He looked up at the sky. "She will always look at me in the sky, always accompany me."

She stretched out her slender hand and put it on his shoulder, showing her gentle eyes, persuading him with a very sympathetic tone. "Don't be so pessimistic! You have to be happy. Otherwise, when she sees you like this in heaven, she will be sad. She certainly doesn't want you to be like this. "

Peng Guowang looked along her tender white hand and found that her white dress was dotted with fine white lilac patterns. The same color as the skirt, it was embroidered with needles. But she couldn't find it near her. This kind of flower happened to be Yao Ting's favorite embroidery plan. Almost every skirt of her had such patterns. It looked beautiful and elegant. It was beautiful and beautiful Also very exquisite, he opened his mouth and did not say a word.

He was thinking, what is the origin of this woman? Why do they have so much in common with Yao Ting? As like as two peas and as like as two peas, the same is true. If he is not for his looks, he even thinks he is the last one to meet his own.

Can Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi meet at Duanqiao, and will he and his dead wife also meet at canqiao?

There is nothing special about this woman. Except for her retro style of literature and art, she lacks Yao Ting's scholarly atmosphere full of poetry and books. However, he still feels that the woman in front of him has a special temperament, a mixed temperament that changes from time to time.

"You're right." Peng Guowang wiped a mixture of sweat and rain on his face and looked up at the sky quietly. "She wants me to be happy, she doesn't want me to be depressed all day long."

"that's all right?" She clapped her hands. "From now on, you have to live happily, she will not worry about you, will not shed tears for you, look at this continuous rain, maybe it is her sad tears."

When Liu Ying met this sour man, she even said some sour words. However, what she said didn't offend at all. It was so natural that he took a look back at her.

Suddenly, there are several young people standing on the edge of the bridge, they dare not come over, afraid that the bridge can not bear the heavy burden, shouting. "Hey, you've been standing on the bridge for a long time. If it's OK, please let's take photos. It's not suitable for love. This place is only suitable for taking photos or staying for a short time."

He looked back at the other side, without saying anything, and looked at the woman straightly. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that her skirt was similar to that of her dead wife. He asked. "You have a beautiful skirt. Where did you buy it?"

"Is it good?" She pointed her fingers, took up the skirt and rotated it in front of him. With the trembling of the broken bridge, she screamed and fell into his arms. Seeing that he wanted to throw away his hot potato, she said with a pale face. "Don't throw me away! I'll be afraid. "

A breeze blowing, a leaf fell on her white chest, her melancholy deeper, and even in begging himself, although he had no intention of feminine, but still confused by her eyes, for a moment, he could not even tell whether it was the eyes of his dead wife?

When the people on the other side of the broken bridge yelled again, he finally pulled her out of his arms. "Let's go. People are urging us to leave. Let's give it to others and go on up the mountain."

"Well." She nodded obediently. "Let's go up the mountain together!"She pretended to be afraid. With the shaking of the broken bridge, her hand was always holding his hand tightly, and she would pounce on him intentionally or unintentionally. Even with the shaking of the broken bridge, she would stick her fullness on him intentionally or unintentionally.

Along the way, the relationship between them seems to have made new progress. He is no longer a stranger, just like an old friend who has known for many years. He always thinks that she is the incarnation of his dead wife. This dress is really unique. Now people wear it like this, but she has really become an eye-catching one in the crowd. The more she looks, the more she looks, and the more she looks, the more she looks It's best for women to wear it.

"Why do you always stare at my skirt?" Liu Ying gave him a resentful look.

"Don't you think you're special?" There was tenderness in his eyes.

"What's so special?" She asked him this on purpose. She wanted to dress like his dead wife to confuse him. For such an infatuated man, isn't it possible to be special? In the vast sea of people, there are so many beautiful women. How can he take a fancy to himself? If we miss the chance to meet each other, we can't get close to him any more.

What a good idea!

Liu Ying praises her brother-in-law in her heart. Otherwise, she really can't get close to this man who is always on guard. If she chats up with him in those very straightforward ways, it may cause the opposite party's disgust.

"You dress like my dead wife." To be frank with her. "Before she died, she especially liked to dress like you."