I stabbed her love

Until now, I still think: If it were not for that occasional, I may be small and far-week marriage. May God let me just met him, and move the situation to that end, I paid a price for the loss of well-being. After dinner that day, week long smaller turn on the TV, Yong Zhao I sat on the sofa. TV forward to the tension, I did not mind a little, old mind emerged during the day that the incident occurred. I would like to sigh, but inconvenient, to direct religious ties to lock in one breath Yaner voice. Suddenly, small-week long I have to ask: "Do you have feelings?" His voice gently, I was shocked, trying to calm him for a moment as: "No!" He has cast a glance at my hands, " There must be, why do you keep the left hand grasping the back? "I subconsciously raised his hands, skin, there was a scratch red blot. I Xiangyemoxiang, lie blurted out: "Today, to buy sunscreen, in the hands of the old rub a result, allergy, very itchy." Zhou took away my small hand in hand on a lightly Department redness of the two, no longer talking about. The next day, his back to the Pi Yanping an ointment. This is usually poor people, he said some sweet talk, but always from the subtle to me and considerate care. Moved, I was fool and his guilt. In fact, I do not intend to deceive him, but I do not know where to start. From Xi'an to Beijing soon for two years, the last story I was dust in the depths of the heart, the story of the sea is called text characters. Three months later, a Beijing advertising agencies to recruit models, the phase I, I am not cool to go. Beijing's good-looking during the day than at night, regardless of where to go all ablaze with lights flashing lights is not easy to let emotions are miserable lonely attack. Week in small, remote, that appeared in the fall. He is a pharmaceutical company manager, I was his agent's cold medicine advertising model. Rest film, the director came and handed me one drink in one hand and Lan Zhu had my back. He believes that for those of us who can be unknown, busy running for the livelihood of small models do whatever they want. I "snapped" and knock down the hard hand, at the same time to fling drinks on the ground, disgusted: "I am far from the point!" Pengledingzai some of the men Xiabulaitai, very angry: "Well, what decent equipment! You this girl!" This is familiar, sea and-wen's mother also said contemptuously: "You are such a girl!" I, in the end what is the girl? To time and again to being humiliated?