President Ling got slapped in the face again today

He Dongwei stopped opening the door, her heart seemed to be drugged with anesthesia, she couldn't feel the beating, and even the movements of her whole body became stiff. When she regained consciousness, a heartache that had been suppressed for a long time burst out of her body.

Not pity, but distressed.

How humble does a person love to say 'don't hate me' to the other person, what did she do to him?Let him love until he hates, hate until he is crazy, and when he is crazy, only the humbleness in his bones remains.

She had to give him an explanation.

He Dongwei turned her head back, her eyes seemed to gather light, her heart was burning sharply, and her heart was filled with panic.
She said with an unusually serious expression: "When you come back from a business trip, instead of pulling it out bit by bit for me to recall, why don't you tell me everything?"

After all, she still couldn't bear it, and simply said: "You... go back and be careful."

She got off the car without looking back, and strode into the gate of He's house.

But Ling Li has no sense of security. Did she mean to liquidate what she said just now?Tell her everything, if she feels indebted, give some compensation, and then they will have nothing to do with each other from now on?Why?Why did one or two leave him?

It was as if a boulder was tied to his heart, dragging him to the bottom of the icy cold lake. The more he wanted to swim upstream, the more strenuous he became. He could only let out a heavy breath, and lay down on the steering wheel as if exhausted.

He Dongwei didn't feel much relieved, she even opened the search engine: How to make someone who likes you give up without hurting him?

The most answered results were:
1. Said that he had no intention of falling in love;
2. Say you have an object;
3. Eliminate the possibility of contact, and do not give the other party any hope;

4. No matter how enthusiastic the other party is, always treat him with a normal attitude, neither sad nor happy, until his enthusiasm is exhausted...

Experienced netizens have come up with clever ideas, and according to the replies with the most likes, it seems that they are not suitable for her and Ling Li,

First of all, she has a partner, Ling Li knew it long ago,
Second, she has long confessed to Ling Li that there is no hope, but he still does not give up,

Thirdly, she promised to retrieve her memory. It would be impossible for the two of them not to meet each other.
Then there is only the fourth trick: be normal, neither sad nor happy.

She sent a message to Xiao Zeyang before going online, and he quickly replied: [I'm busy, I'll get back to you later],
But it is almost eleven o'clock now, and there is no movement on the phone, and it seems that Ms. Yang Li has not come back.
Everyone was busy, and she felt like she was alone and free, so she simply took out the manuscript paper and drew whatever came to her mind, maybe inspiration would come as she drew.

As a result, the sleepiness was one step ahead of the inspiration,
Now is May, the cold spring is gone, midsummer is coming, the weather is the most pleasant,
The evening breeze quietly passed over the grass in the garden, and the fragrance of flowers and plants came in along the floor-to-ceiling windows and doors, and gently rushed towards He Dongwei. The intoxicating fragrance made the eyelids thicken.

Those manuscript papers touched by the breeze, as if they were activated, were diligently pasted on the ground, forming a seven-star dragon gate formation together to protect their sleeping princess.

This wind seems to have the function of creating dreams. He Dongwei smiled and was completely immersed in it. Even the sound of Yang Li stepping on high heels entering the door could not wake her up.

Seeing the manuscript papers all over the floor, and He Dongwei who was lying on the couch with a pillow on his side, Yang Li's eyebrows were furrowed, and the muscles at the corners of her mouth were slightly twitched.

She exhaled as much as she could, and seemed a little dissatisfied. She was dressed in a pure white suit with thin red lips, which made her look extremely glamorous.

Yang Li is quite tall, wearing high heels a few centimeters high, and with short, clean hair, she is so beautiful that it is hard to distinguish between male and female. She suppressed her tired expression, picked up the manuscript paper on the ground,
Looking at He Dongwei who was still lying peacefully on the sofa, he sighed irritably again, pulled out the pillow from her arms, slapped her on the waist, and said coldly: "Wake up, come back!" sleep in the house".

He Dongwei groaned, and slowly rolled over her half-prone body,
I just felt empty in my arms, and wanted to quickly regain the sense of fullness just now, so I opened my half-shut eyelids in a daze, and yelled vaguely: "Mom",
Her voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded like a baby, which made people want to put her to sleep again.

Yang Li stood half-bent on the side of the sofa in a daze for half a second, but in this half-second, He Dongwei, who was an octopus, clung to Yang Li's arm,
In the end, he pulled her to sit on the sofa, found a comfortable position, hugged Yang Li's waist, put her thigh on the pillow, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Mom", her voice was very soft, her mouth was barely opened, her eyelids were tightly pressed by her long eyelashes, a lovely pink was forced out of her slapped face resting on her thighs, her lips moved intentionally or unintentionally a few times,

Yang Li felt a very contradictory thought in her heart, wishing to grab her chubby face, but she was afraid that she would not be able to 'sell' if she lost her appearance.

She was even irritated by the soft thing on her leg, but the call of 'Mom' seemed like a magical spell, making her limp all over, and she couldn't even lift the soft little pillow.
Finally, her gaze fell on the sketch that she randomly picked up, which seemed to be He Dongwei's draft for participating in the jewelry competition.

I drew a variety of accessories, necklaces, earrings, rings, etc., which are a complete set when combined, but when she saw the last picture, her gaze became concentrated,

Because she combined all these accessories on one person - that person is Yang Li.

That's still how she looked when she had long hair, she used manga beautification techniques, and added scene structure at the same time,
Standing high on the altar, she looked at the crowd holding long guns and short cannons with raised hands and clenched fists with piercing eyes, without any fear,
And behind her, in the dark, a girl with gauze eyes was sitting on a white bed, and beside her was an old man in a wheelchair. She stood with her back in front of them, wrapped in a war robe, Block all the maliciousness below for them.

In her paintings, Yang Li is like a goddess of war, and the accessories on her body are just the icing on the cake. She is full of golden light, and her eyes are fearless, becoming the only light in the girl's eyes.

But she couldn't see it, so she could only reach out and try her best to feel it.

In May, Mother's Day is approaching. Her design draft did not choose to follow the fashion trend, but chose to praise the beauty of her mother according to the occasion.

In her eyes, her mother is a great warrior, soft and strong.

Yang Li is definitely a fickle person, her desolate temperament comes from the inside, no one can shake her emotions,
But at this moment, the chandelier in the hall glowed with a warm white and yellow soft light, and it seemed that there was a fire in her eyes, and the stream of light surged, spreading out some kind of bright and straight feelings. On the head of her thigh.

Yang Li gently rolled over He Dongwei's body, stretched her hands around the back of her neck and knees, picked her up firmly, and sent her back to the room.

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