Today, when anyin got married, many people were dizzy. In such a busy occasion, he felt as if he was out of the field. On the contrary, he became more and more lonely.

It's not that he is not happy for anyin, but he has been in the dark for a long time, and his heart has been depressed for a long time. He seems to have been used to loneliness.

Even looking at the beautiful flowers in the sun, will produce an unreal feeling, as if everything is just looking at flowers in the fog, a mirage in the dream.

The more beautiful the scenery in front of you, the more lonely and desperate you are after waking up.

Lin Lin arm around the body of the evening Jin words, tightly embrace, after a kiss light way: "evening Jin words, don't be unhappy."

"Well," said Mu Jin

Lin Lin: "if you really can't be happy, tell me, I'll be with you."

Evening Jin said nose slightly sour, almost shed tears, slightly back away, looked at the young face of the woman in front of her, raised her hand and gently scraped the tip of her nose: "good."

Lin Lin tightened her arms and hugged him again: "tell me something about your childhood."

"The evening Jin speech is silent for a while," too long, did not remember very much. "

"Choose what you remember. I want to hear it." Lin Lin knows that he remembers, but he just doesn't want to say.

His past was a sore buried in his flesh that he didn't want to touch.

But if you don't squeeze it out, it will always be there, even if you don't touch it, it will hurt.

In the painful past, it will be painful to say it, but it is like cutting meat and squeezing thick. Although cutting meat is very painful, but squeezing out the thick, the sore will be good.

The evening Jin speech pondered for a while, way: "then I casually say."

Lin Lin: "good."

The two of them chatted to the end of the wedding banquet. The old lady called her when Yang Lan returned to Qin's house and did not see Lin Lin.

****

after a wedding, anyin felt a little tired, but she didn't feel sleepy. She went back to the villa, took off her make-up and took a bath. She felt relaxed.

After taking a bath, I was thirsty and went to the bar downstairs.

Qin Jian came.

An Yin looked up at him: "coffee?"

Qin Jian: "yes."

At the wedding banquet, even if someone helps to stop, they also drink a lot of wine. They don't want to touch the wine any more. At this time, a cup of coffee is very suitable.

Anyin gave him a bag of coffee beans: "the coffee is gone. Grind it."

Qin Jian leaned back on the bar and glanced at the coffee beans without expression. Although he was impatient to do this, he still took a wooden spoon and put it into a paper bag. He put it into a hand-operated bean grinder. He stretched out his legs and sat down on the bar chair.

An Yin looks at Qin Jian's heart unwilling, smiles and walks away.

As soon as she moved, her arm was caught by a big hand. Before she could react, she was pulled by the force that could not be disobeyed by her. She stood between his long legs and supported his shoulder. Then she barely stood still and kept a distance with him.

The man's arm moved behind her and pressed her into his arms. The strength she held on his shoulder suddenly became useless.

The body is close to his chest and abdomen, warm and hard.

Looking up at her on the bar, he just can't look up at her tall eyes

"What are you doing then?" Anyin deliberately teases him.

He glanced slowly down at her.

She swallowed nervously, his eyes resting on her throat.

How old are their sons, but today is their official wedding. Anyin suddenly feels a little shy, as if she is back in her maiden days.

PS: "lovely wife sweet honey: President, you are happy" heartache Zhuo ran, and this really good heart ache Mu Jin words. Good night, baby.

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