The Road Turns White Tonight

Chi Zheng leaned over in silence to pick up the letter.

“What did you just say?” There was no expression on her face.

He sneered, “Why do you know that this is taken out of your drawer. The letter Wang Luyao wrote to me at the time, you hid it.”

She asked softly, “What do you think Chizheng is like?”

He mocked.

“Ayi, when she wrote this letter to you, we were already friends.” Chi Zheng smiled softly, with a little desolation in her smile.

Yes, he had not resigned at that time and had not returned to his hometown. Rich in his home, in the bustling city, there are several sets of valuable houses, but he only lives in the apartment provided by the unit, although not as luxurious as his property, but also comfortable and elegant. At that time, he and Chi Zheng had not yet officially contacted each other, but at the sight of Yuezhao Songlin, the two were very close to each other. After talking, they found that the two were working in the same city, which further promoted the friendship. Back from Lushan, the two often met and became good friends.

Chi Zheng is a weird person. Her paintings sell for money, but she never has much money. She donated all the money out to those who were born with disabilities. She rented a small room outside to live on and painted her paintings.

I remember when I first came to her house, the place could be described almost as a family. After being surprised, he quipped, “Chi Chi, aren’t you afraid that I have any little thoughts about your genius painter and hide all the good things?”

At that time, he just called her Chi Zheng.

Chi Zheng blushed, lowered her head slightly, and turned around and poured him a glass of water.

When he picked it up, his fingers accidentally hit her, and a slight tremor ran across his heart. That was the feeling he thought was dead, since the woman named Wang Luyao left him.

Wang Luyao is a real lady. If the Lujia is not bad, then the financial resources of the Wangjia are not ten times that of the Lujia. This means that the parents of the Wang family will not easily agree to their relationship.

Wang Luyao was his first love, he loved her deeply, but Wang Luyao got engaged to a person ten times stronger than the Wang family in order to become a full parent.

She will be tempted, perhaps because she is not someone else, but Chi Zheng, such a simple and beautiful person.

He often travels abroad for business and has more entertainment in his spare time. He distressed her life outside and even gave her the key to her house and told her that she could use whatever he had at home.

She was confused about her own affairs, but took care of his home in an organized way. He came back sometimes, and she was gone, but her breath was everywhere in the house. They hadn’t started dating yet, and something had sprouted in his heart.

auzw.com Finally, when he later visited Lushan again, in front of Lushan Theater, he couldn’t help kissing her and propose to her.

After retiring, he resolutely resigned and took her home. She’s not well, they can’t stand too much together. His majesty’s money and his original family business are enough for them to live comfortably.

However, he never imagined that in the warm days before marriage, she actually hid the letter Wang Luyao wrote to him.

The content of the letter is simple.

Hong Yi:

I regret it and don’t want to be my father’s **** again. Although I was engaged to that person, I will not marry him. My father imprisoned me, but I will wait for you to come to me until I can’t wait.

Yao

She is not beautiful, but her eyebrows are crooked. The vicissitudes of her eyebrows at the moment caused him a pain in his heart.

The past has passed. The past was like smoke and dust, and it should be allowed to spread with the wind. However, he was a proud person, and her deception still annoyed him. If it hurts, then she would exit.

“Cheng Zheng, I read you wrong. At that time we haven’t started dating. If you haven’t done this mean thing, maybe my wife today is not you.”

Chi Zheng’s face turned pale, and she didn’t speak.

How could her eyes be so pure and clear? He sneered, sparkling in his black eyes.

The stationery fell out of the envelope as it was thrown at her.

Chi Zheng’s eye circles were red, shaking and loading the stationery back, her white fingers shook badly.

He looked coldly at her movements, why should he be sober at the moment.

She came to him, raised her face, and stared at this much taller, handsome and indifferent man, her husband. She gently held the palm of his fist. One by one, trying to open his crooked fingers.

Between entanglements, the blood dripped, I wonder if it was his or hers.

After finally putting the letter back in his hand, she whispered, “Ayi, please close the letter and don’t lose it again.”