The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 08

    Jiang Wenxu actually regrets it a little bit. He has had a problem these years, and he was surrounded by Yingying Yanyan outside to please him and cultivate his temper. He couldn't stand the disobedience of the people around him, but he didn't really have the habit of hitting He Zhishu.

    "All said don't get awkward with me because of outsiders." Although Jiang Wenxu was guilty, his face was arrogant: "Your friend is definitely not a good person, look away."

    He Zhishu pushed him away and sat upright, gently touching the redness and swelling. Yun Danfeng smiled lightly on her cheeks: "You are not a good person, let's go elsewhere."

    "At first, I just felt that even the hardships of being with you would have been so fast, and I had survived seven days with joy. The year’s itch has been around for ten years, but I didn’t expect that people will always change. People change only because he wants to change." He Zhishu closed his eyes, he didn’t want to lose the little energy and warm life left. They all voted for Jiang Wenxu: "Let’s be apart for a while, and I don’t want to keep a broken house by myself."

    He Zhishu always curled his lips slightly when he said this, and his voice was soft and clear, as calm as peace. Lovers have a casual chat.

    Jiang Wenxu was stunned for a long time before he replied bitterly: "If the adultery is smashed, you will break the jar, want me to let you and your concubine fly together? How can there be such a good business?"

    He Zhishu just thought it was funny: "I Those shares are not enough for you? Do you want me to compensate you for your valuable youth and leave you a break-up fee?"

    "Speaking of the shares, I remember that when you bought the house, you were unwilling to sign it. It ended up being my own. Name." Jiang Wenxu sneered: "I don't need you to compensate me anymore. Let's go out. It's not right, your concubine can't bear your hardship. Speaking of this broken house, you are not rare, right?"

    He Zhishu finally wrinkled He closed his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with bleak and haggard, he stopped smiling, and sighed softly: "Why? The relationship of fourteen years, you want to ruin so much room?"

    Jiang Wenxu was inexplicably stabbed in his heart. He leaned over and hugged He Zhishu's shoulders and softened his voice: "Zhishu, I'm nonsense, let's not distinguish. You know that my bad temper irritates me, and my temper is better than before. It's a lot older..."

    "Divide it." He Zhishu still said, taking his cell phone from the coffee table and sending a text message to Ai Ziyu-help me arrange chemotherapy.

    Jiang Wenxu's frustrated hand shook, and the forcible patience made his forehead jump: "Don't joke with me, He Zhishu."

    "I'm serious. I've never been the one who can give up, you know how much I twisted. "

    after Jiangwen Xu alveolar clenched in one hand clenched he notices the wrist to drag him Wang Menwai:" OK, ah you fucking roll, roll right now "!!

    Jiangwen Xu thought it was only the beginning of more intense quarrel field, but Never expected to hear He Zhishu dare to say let go. He didn't have time to think about how much of the strong emotions in his heart were because of anger and how much was flustered. He even felt uncomfortably entangled in his heart, and he could only calm down a little by venting recklessly.

    He Zhishu was shut outside by Jiang Wenxu. Only thin clothes, single trousers, cotton slippers.

    It's not cold in the high-end apartment elevator building, but He Zhishu can't bear the least bit of suffering now. He couldn't walk, and crouched down at the door. He hugged his knees and buried his face in his knees, trembling inconspicuously.

    He Zhishu's nose began to bleed again, he wiped his shirt randomly, and his headache eyes were dizzy. He felt very cold, not only his body, but his heart was blowing a strong wind like a broken mouth. He became less and less aware of the man he had loved for fourteen years.

    When He Zhishu burned in a daze, he seemed to see the light in the dark and gloomy corridor. In high school, the boy who was tall and Yinglang walked towards him holding the ball against the light, smiling like a silly wolf dog.

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