Loved by billions: Warm married wife is a bit sweet

Jiang Xiqian didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so she turned and left heartlessly, and waved her back to Chu Heng, "Goodbye, it's best not to see you again!"

Chu Heng was fascinated by her slender back.

He couldn't believe that Jiang Xiqian had been so dedicated and affectionate to him before, that she could say that if she didn't love him, she wouldn't love him so freely!
Jiang Rufei stood behind Chu Heng with a smile on her face, but that smile was uglier than crying.

In fact, since Chu Heng called Jiang Xiqian to stop, she had been standing there, but there was a tree blocking her, she didn't want to be discovered!

The person who was dumped was obviously Jiang Xiqian, so why did it seem that the person who couldn't let go was her brother Chu Heng?
Jiang Rufei felt a little pain in her heart, but more of it was hatred!

She had been secretly in love with Chu Heng for many years, and finally got him.

She thought that in this battle for love, she won beautifully and thoroughly!
Unexpectedly, as soon as that bitch appeared, it would spoil her good mood in minutes!
That bitch, playing hard to get is a good trick, she was sent to the wolf's lair, and she wants Brother Chu Heng to never forget her!

Still carrying that broken guitar to pretend to be literary, scheming, shameless!

Obviously, Jiang Rufei didn't know about the breakup between Jiang Xiqian and Jiang Yunhai.

"Brother Chu Heng, what are you looking at here?" Jiang Rufei pretended to be happy and jumped behind Chu Heng and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's nothing." Chu Heng's voice was very light, and then, as if looking for comfort, he hugged Jiang Rufei tightly, "Rufei, you won't leave me, will you?"

Jiang Rufei rubbed against Chu Heng with something tall and vague, her voice was so sweet that water dripped out, "Brother Chu Heng, I love you so much, why did I leave you?"

Chu Heng's young body was distracted by this rubbing and hooking, so he raised his hand to touch Jiang Rufei's heart.

Jiang Rufei twitched a bit, exhaled like orchid and said,

"Brother Chu Heng, it's on the side of the road. It's okay to be seen by others. Let's go to the car, okay?"

"Okay." Chu Heng nodded in satisfaction, and only then did he find the feeling of landing.

Jiang Rufei's passionate body can carry his youth that has nowhere to rest, this is something Jiang Xiqian can't give!

Jiang Xiqian was wandering aimlessly in the street with a guitar on her back. She came out of Jiang's house in a flash, without even taking her wallet and cell phone with her.

It was getting late, and the first question she faced was where to spend the night tonight.

It's not that she has no friends in Yuncheng, but at this time, she doesn't want to see anyone.

I don't want to expose the bloody scars to others, so as not to disgust others, and I can't heal myself.

Jiang Xiqian sat on the steps of a square in the center of the city, watching pigeons flying, watching the joy of the family, and watching the impromptu performances of street boys under the bloody sun.
A group of half-sized guys were dancing street dance. From time to time, some people cheered and applauded, and they danced to the highlights, and some people put money into their reserved hats.

Jiang Xiqian touched the guitar left by her mother, and then glanced at the high platform in the middle of the square. It seemed that some event had been held on the high platform not long ago, and the microphone stand on it had not been removed in time.

Jiang Xiqian thought, maybe, she can rely on this guitar to earn tonight's accommodation fee?
With a heartbeat, she quickly walked up to the high platform with the guitar in her arms, set up the microphone, and after trying the microphone, she shouted to the people passing by in the square,

"Brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, the little girl is in distress today and has no money to stay, so here is a song to show off my art,
If everyone thinks it's not bad, you can listen to it, you have passed by and listened to it, those who have money will hold a money market, and those who have no money will hold a personal market, thank you everyone! "

Jiang Xiqian's shout immediately attracted everyone to watch.

Hey, this girl is not only beautiful, but also has a good mouth. Look at her holding the guitar, the typhoon is also quite upright!
Jiang Xiqian bowed deeply to the audience, plucked the strings a few times to test the sound, and then went straight to the theme and began to play and sing.

The melodious and quiet guitar sounded, and the originally noisy scene became quiet in an instant.

She played and sang an American country ballad.

Under the setting sun, the girl sang softly, as if she was telling a relaxed and comfortable past, but also revealed the unique sadness in the memory.

In the clear voice, there is a unique hoarseness and laziness, light and shallow, but breathtaking.

The evening wind blew her long hair, lingering and falling between her lips, and her slender and white fingertips were like elves jumping back and forth on the wooden strings.

Against the light, she stood there quietly and sang, blending with the sunset.

The whole world is quiet with her.

The only thing left is the singing that hovers over the square, leading everyone to have a beautiful dream of yesterday
Not far away, a black phantom slowly passed by.

The man's eyes, as deep as the sea, locked tightly on the girl shining like stars on the high platform.