This kind of tired, is not the kind of physical fatigue, but from the bottom of my heart, bit by bit, slowly, accumulated tired, this tired, every day in the erosion of her, gnawing at her.

Ji Xinxin's words, she can have no feeling, because from small to large, her belief, her purpose, is to take husband as the heaven.

No matter when Che how to her, she can only bear, can only follow.

Just, when Che's words, she can't have no feeling.

For three years, she was careful enough and trembling enough. Every time she said a word and did a thing, she thought about it again and again. Only then did she dare to say it and dare to do it.

She thinks that she has done well enough, but shiche is not satisfied, how not satisfied.

Sometimes, she really doesn't know what else she can do.

In three years, she only learned one thing, that is, how to swallow her grievance back into her stomach and hide it well. It's better not to see herself.

Ling chuxia sat on the sofa for a long time, then got up and walked slowly upstairs to his room.

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when Shi Che came home, Ling chuxia was taking a bath. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw his tall figure walking into the bedroom.

Ling chuxia's feet suddenly stagnated. In the afternoon, he angrily told her to get off the car and let her stay alone on the deserted road, and then left.

She had thought that he would not go home again for months, as he did every time he left in anger. She did not expect that he would come back now.

At this time, she should be happy to go home, which is conducive to her completion of the task of giving birth to a child. She should have been happy, but she didn't know if she was angry with her in the afternoon. She was still surprised. When she saw him, her back suddenly cooled and her heart hung so hard that she was stunned for a long time. She did not walk forward to serve shiche as usual.

Shiche also seems to be she does not exist in general, self-care to walk in, self-care to take off clothes, do not know how, there is a button on the shirt how can not be undone, his brow a wrinkle, patience, fingers fierce a force, that button is so forcefully pulled down, thrown to the ground.

The button hit the wooden floor, made a crisp sound, suddenly woke up Ling chuxia, her shoulder subconsciously shuddered, raised her eyes to see when Che.

When Che Jun's face was gloomy, his sword eyebrows were tight, his thin lips were pressed tightly, and his whole body was permeated with a fresh cold, which made people subconsciously want to give up.

If you can, Ling chuxia really doesn't want to get close to him, because she vaguely feels his manic under the cold, and she is most afraid of his manic.

It can be seen that he was still angry with her in the afternoon. Now he comes forward and must have killed himself, but she has no choice.

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