she fell in love with his brow of the masculinity, eager for his smile gradually passed from the mouth when the self-confidence. 23-year-old girl, unruly youth, under a pure fool's heart jump like rabbits, can not help but secretly jumped out, then runs and hides in caves. Insomnia every night, only during the day when he was correcting a sympathy and affection for her eyes, or coffee soon as he took the gentle Thank you.
she met his wife, and that a chance encounter in the park, he single-handedly pull his wife in one hand and carrying women, Mouzhong smile. The warm spring sun pouring down, hit the three faces, dangling, all happiness and peace. She fled in panic, Lest heart hidden secrets to be identified.
fall, when he left the country study, half the time not too long, the days feel like years she is. Days of circumstances, people have not look emaciated. He happened to call back to ask the company, she idle since then, hear his end of the line, Wozhuohuatong, throat choking, a thousand words, condensate choking difficult language. Hastily summoned colleagues, raising his hand, throwing the microphone, people have escaped across the fields.
New Year Gala held company practices, he bring his wife attended. She was hiding in the corner, look at that luxurious and elegant women courteous to thank the staff for him to see his elegantly who held her hand slid into the dance floor, watching him tenderly for her entire Binbian hair, to see him attached to her ear speak softly, hearts burst to burst Jinsi pain, minute by minute are suffering. Party is not over, her excuse to leave, and in a bar, she never drank alcohol, drunk mess.
wake to dawn the next day, he opened his eyes, was sitting in bed smiling at her. Her temporary trance, a dream He rubbed her hair, said: In her palm, a ground-breaking sentence:
woman smiled and said: bottle to carry it. cross-flow.
a week, she resigned, returned home to the quiet and comfortable town. Two years later, she found a refined gentle man, the love and happiness. She likes to call him On one occasion, she suddenly asked him: is the mineral water bottle; you are mellow wine, I just carved the bottle. hey, pass me the pliers. The most pleasant feeling to hear it. Yes, the abundance of feeling, only in their own bottle, to open too arbitrary fragrant, delicate and charming mellow. (text Wei Xuan Li)
she met his wife, and that a chance encounter in the park, he single-handedly pull his wife in one hand and carrying women, Mouzhong smile. The warm spring sun pouring down, hit the three faces, dangling, all happiness and peace. She fled in panic, Lest heart hidden secrets to be identified.
fall, when he left the country study, half the time not too long, the days feel like years she is. Days of circumstances, people have not look emaciated. He happened to call back to ask the company, she idle since then, hear his end of the line, Wozhuohuatong, throat choking, a thousand words, condensate choking difficult language. Hastily summoned colleagues, raising his hand, throwing the microphone, people have escaped across the fields.
New Year Gala held company practices, he bring his wife attended. She was hiding in the corner, look at that luxurious and elegant women courteous to thank the staff for him to see his elegantly who held her hand slid into the dance floor, watching him tenderly for her entire Binbian hair, to see him attached to her ear speak softly, hearts burst to burst Jinsi pain, minute by minute are suffering. Party is not over, her excuse to leave, and in a bar, she never drank alcohol, drunk mess.
wake to dawn the next day, he opened his eyes, was sitting in bed smiling at her. Her temporary trance, a dream He rubbed her hair, said: In her palm, a ground-breaking sentence:
woman smiled and said: bottle to carry it. cross-flow.
a week, she resigned, returned home to the quiet and comfortable town. Two years later, she found a refined gentle man, the love and happiness. She likes to call him On one occasion, she suddenly asked him: is the mineral water bottle; you are mellow wine, I just carved the bottle. hey, pass me the pliers. The most pleasant feeling to hear it. Yes, the abundance of feeling, only in their own bottle, to open too arbitrary fragrant, delicate and charming mellow. (text Wei Xuan Li)
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