Tolerance does not mean that you are easy to bully. If I were someone who was easy to bully, I would not ban Han Xiaoxiao and leave her with nowhere to go. Han Xiaoxiao looked at me in disbelief, with tears in her eyes: "Sister Shen."
"Han Xiaoxiao, don't be so shameless. Jiaying has done her best by not making the scandal of destroying people's marriages public. If you continue to pester me like this, believe it or not, I will kill you in minutes!" Tang Xiaomei said. As a female man, she hates seeing any woman pretending to be pitiful in front of her, especially a third party with incorrect views.
When Han Xiaoxiao first joined the company, she was led by Tang Xiaomei. She knew Tang Xiaomei's temper. Not wanting to be beaten, she gave me a stern look, and finally turned and left.
The little daughter-in-law kept her head down all the way and was completely bullied. Tang Xiaomei looked at Han Xiaoxiao's retreating back with disgust, and trembled with anger: "How can there be such a shameless person in this world! You have to feed your three views to the dog!"
"I say Tang Xiaomei, please stop insulting dogs!" Feng Zhenyang sighed: "Dogs are really pitiful. What are these three views? They have a darkened conscience. They love to feed dogs. Can dogs eat it?"
Feng Zhenyang's humor skills are very useful in normal times, but when I am full of sadness, they are of no use at all.
If I say I'm not sad, it's definitely a lie. To put it mildly, my heart is bleeding and the pain is so severe that I'm suffocating.
So, I didn’t want to talk and drank one drink after another. I wanted to use wine to numb myself, but after drinking many glasses, my head was still very clear.
The music in the bar was very suitable for the occasion, it was "Not That Simple" by Huang Xiaohu.
Her voice is thicker than that of an ordinary woman, giving her a unique flavor:
It's not that easy to find a companion you can chat with.
Especially after seeing so many betrayals.
I am always uneasy and have no choice but to be strong.
Who murdered my romance…
I turned around and saw Feng Zhenyang's face, and I suddenly wanted to laugh. My mouth was full of alcohol and I smiled with tears in my eyes: "Feng Zhenyang, tell me, who murdered my romance? Which bastard murdered my romance!"
The spotlight shines brightly, and the song "The Murdered Romance" is played on loop in the bar:
After the age of dreaming, it is better to be peaceful than to be vigorous.
Happiness is not that easy, so it makes people particularly fascinated.
At the age when I didn’t understand anything, I used to be the most heartbroken...
Once upon a time, it was just once, I have passed the age of dreaming, but I still can't help but dream.
I stumbled to my feet, put one hand on Feng Zhenyang's shoulder, and the other on Tang Xiaomei's shoulder, and drank like crazy in a serious manner: "I... I'm telling you, I knew... how to be romantic back then! It's Zhao Yicheng's birthday, I'm saving money , bought him an electric guitar, and he was so happy. He said that meeting me was the greatest happiness in his life! He said that he would never be able to leave me! "
Zhao Yicheng said so many things that I can’t even remember them, and I can’t recall the scene at that time. No matter how beautiful the past was, after his change of heart, it turned into pain, a heart-piercing pain.
In the haze, I saw Zhao Yicheng. He was still wearing the same jeans from ten years ago. He knelt down on one knee and put on a black plastic ring for me. The brilliance in his eyes was as shining as the ring...
The brilliance was too dazzling and hurt my heart. I opened my eyes and the corners of my eyes were moist. I cried, and the dream returned to my original intention, adding to my sadness.
The sunshine outside was as dazzling as in my dream. I reached out and touched the alarm clock on the bedside. The pointer was pointed at twelve, exactly twelve o'clock. I actually slept until noon. I had a severe headache. I must have drank too much last night, and now my head is still a little confused.
Ding dong..., the clear ringing of the doorbell made me wake up instantly. Who could it be so early in the morning? I haven't made any announcements in the past few days. Since I announced my marriage to Zhao Yicheng three years ago, I have posted many announcements. I thought my life would be easier, but I never expected that this would be the result.
I walked out of the bedroom disheveled, my slippers clattering on the stairs, which made me feel very uncomfortable. Full of anger, I opened the door without looking at who it was.
"Shen Jiaying! Explain to me what's going on? You made more than 20 calls and didn't answer the phone. Are you seeking death?" The person in front of me with short black hair and an angry face was sputtering endlessly. The temperamental woman is my agent Rong Fang.
Rong Fang has always had a bad temper, and I have long been used to it. She rubbed my long, disheveled hair and asked as if nothing had happened, "What's going on?"
"See for yourself!" Rong Fang angrily held the iPad in front of my eyes.
A line of text on a hot topic on Sina Weibo that made me tremble with fear came into view: 'Shen Jiaying cheated on her during marriage and dated Feng Zhenyang in a nightclub' (to be continued)