Li Hong was immersed in a man's warm embrace bath, often crying alone, laughing alone, and secretly in a daze. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In short, a sentence often concerns his joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

One day at work, Xiao Tian'er's car arrived at the terminal, Li Hong actually held her cheeks and pondered, stunned in a daze, and secretly smiled. The humorous and witty Xiao Tian'er looked at Li Hong's mysterious question, "Alas, what kind of dreams are you dreaming about? It's broad daylight! It can't be that you think of a prince charming, right?"

Xiao Tian had a series of questions, but Li Hong didn't say anything.

"Li Hong! Li Hong! What do you want? It's really a daydream? When did you fall in love, don't say hello to your brother, check it!"

I don't know if Xiao Tian'er's voice was resounding or sensitive, which alarmed the girl. I saw Li Hong turn his head violently, and his cheeks blinked with a shy flush, "No...... Didn't you?"

What Brother Wang Xia pays the most attention to every day is still a ...... The beautiful ringtone seems to be the most beautiful note in the world.

It is often said that what men can't resist is passion, and there may be no one right or wrong in the face of the true feelings of the world. In front of his own home and love, men have no choice.

Not only has it become a deep-rooted martyrdom in the heart of the girl Lihong, but it has become a famous hero in the unit, and I don't know when she has worn a glorious halo.

Men work hard, face one case after another every day, be cautious and cautious, for fear of accidentally causing unjust, false and wrongful cases. After a busy and hard day, I dragged my tired body home to be both a male nanny and a female nanny. As the saying goes, both dad and mom. Every holiday overtime, I either hand over the child to my sister Wang Xia, or take the child directly to the unit on duty.

In the eyes of others, how many people are too late to envy the amazed father-in-law and the wife of a cash cow? The father-in-law shook his fingers casually, and the cracks in his fingers were enough for young people to work hard to start a business and not earn it for a lifetime.

In the face of everyone's envious, jealous or hateful eyes, men always have a burden that is difficult to relieve and has nowhere to release. Only when he hears the crisp sound for a while, and the strings of heart-warming words that come into his eyes, does the man not feel tired! In the face of the feelings that he has never had in his life, the man is even more intoxicated and intoxicated.

It seems to be full of endless magic. But what can I do?

It was another silent night, and the man had become accustomed to greetings one after another. Di Di Di Di! Resident in the heart of a man, it has become the most beautiful note in the world, exciting.

"Honey, it's time to leave work after a hard day. ”

Brother Wang Xia, as usual, received Li Hong's intimate instructions, locked the iron door of the office, and returned home silently alone.

When I opened the door, I didn't know when a stranger sat on the sofa that I knew and knew all too well.

"You...... When did you come back?"

"Why? Can't I come back?"

As soon as this question was answered, I don't know whether it was a stab or a reprimand, and the man was refuted silently, as if he had nothing to say.

After changing the poop, bending over in a very natural movement, one hand put the shoes he had just taken off on the hanger, turned around and took off his coat, hurriedly walked into the bathroom, and hurriedly walked into the kitchen.

The woman leaned on the sofa with one foot, kicked the coffee table in the living room leisurely with the other, held a remote control in her hand, and pressed one button after another impatiently, as if she could not find the channel she liked to choose.

The audio of the TV in the living room is not very high, but it is not low either. There was a non-stop sound of chopping vegetables, and a moment of crackling and crackling sounds were heard. I don't know if the woman knew that this was the sound of stir-frying, but I saw her feet sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

Just as the woman was waiting for the good hot tea to be brought to her, she didn't expect to wait for a crisp and pleasant ticking sound.

The man hurriedly walked out of the kitchen opposite the living room, and the coat that had been taken off hung quietly on the hanger.

The man hurried forward, before he could wipe the drops of water from his hands. I saw that the wet hand neatly picked up the jacket on the hanger, and the other hand took out a small square black leather box jacket in the pocket of the other hand.

Walking straight into the kitchen, at this time, a ripple of surprise passed over the man's already calm face.

When he was about to open a door in the kitchen, he saw one of the man's hands quickly peel off the adhesive tape attached to the black box, took out the pager, and looked up: "Honey, it's time for dinner!"

It is said that a woman's intuition, the sixth sense, is the most sensitive and sensitive.

"Which vixen's text message? can't it be another hook, right?"

As she spoke, the woman staggered down from the couch, not bothering to put on the other shoe on her foot, and almost rushed towards the man.

The man took a step back in the face of the woman's cynicism and even rudeness.

The woman took it for granted that her first reaction was to get her phone, why did she hold this old antique in her hand.

"What is it that you can't forget?" the woman didn't care about the superfluous speculation, and hurried forward, one hand was strong and domineering, and she stepped forward to grab it.

But where is the man's opponent, the man only flicked a slanted finger, and the woman sat on the floor, inertia making her move.

The complaining anger was soaring, "You bring it to me! Tell me honestly, what the hell is that slut? Such a shameless man, I want to see which slut it is?"

The more women scold, the more angry they become, and the more angry they are, the more ugly they become.

"Have you said enough?" The man listened to the woman's unwarranted abuse, and with one hand, he actually put the pager into the garbage spittoon in the right corner of the kitchen door.

The pager with small black squares sank into the garbage sputum along with the delicate packaging box. It was as if a man's heart sank with the water in the spittoon jar.

The man's heart hurts very much at this time!

Isn't there room for detour? People say that a husband and wife in one night will be graceful for a hundred days, and the same distance will produce beauty. Why...... Why is it that as long as I meet this woman, the smoke of war continues, and my heart is even more blocked and depressed.

The woman roared hysterically: "You just protect her like this, who is she? Am I a tiger going to eat her?"

Perhaps, it is because of the rigor of men's work, or some other ulterior motives. After all, Brother Wang Xia is a mature and stable man, and he has received higher education, professional training in public security, and professional training in case solving.

If it is a text message received by a mobile phone, it is still a hundred times, and as long as it is through the business hall, the sender's time and number can be easily queried. As for the BP machine, the text message received through the manual pager, no matter which telephone hall it called, only displays a maximum number to a certain extent. What's more, he was fully aware that everyone was calling through a public telephone hall.

Why did the man still go into the spittoon tank with all his thoughts?

I don't know how the long-lost warmth and happiness are, whenever a man sees that word-by-word message, he seems to have found the innate feeling, and I don't know when he has been dyed with affection.

It not only makes up for the lack of emotion, but also fills the gap in one's own heart.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way, no! never.

Therefore, the man is reluctant to delete it, even if it is a gentle two-word greeting, hello! The man also looked at Duanxiang over and over for a long time. Over and over again, incomparable sweetness and happiness are like spiritual food comforting themselves.

"Okay! count you as good, let's see!" the woman left this cruel sentence, slammed the door and walked out.

In this way, I don't know how long I have been separated and sometimes so unhappy.

Perhaps, the matter of feelings, as the old generation said, drinking water according to the head of the ox, reluctantly!

Unexpectedly, after the woman left, the man was indifferent, without a trace of sadness and wandering.

The next day, when he was still quietly tidying up his clothes, taking care of his uniforms, and preparing to lock the door as usual, he suddenly felt empty.

Is it something left behind by himself or is it pulled at home? In short, it seems that he feels that he has forgotten something? Unconsciously, the man stopped for a moment, a faint melancholy hit his heart, and maybe he will never see the warm and simple words again.

As if he had lost something or something he loved, a faint pain swelled up in the man's heart.

Still as usual, he seemed to be glorious and full of energy to come to the unit.

To truly serve the people and do the revolution requires such a spirit, to work tirelessly, without any personal emotions, and to devote oneself to one's work.

Before I knew it, the day passed quickly.

The man still walked home as usual, but for some reason, he felt an incomparably heavy and mixed feelings, intricately intertwined emotions swirling.

Walking to the door of his house with heavy and heavy steps, but he twisted left and right, why couldn't the door open? Could it be that there was a burglar in the house? Or was it robbed by a thief? Could it be that the woman who quarreled with herself yesterday couldn't think of it, and committed suicide in the house?

The more I thought about the man, the more panicked I became, and an ominous premonition hit my heart, "Alas! All the mistakes are my own fault, maybe I really shouldn't!" The man blamed himself and pulled out a familiar number.

Jingle Bell ...... Jingle bells!

There were bursts of rapid bells, but no one answered, could it be ...... Could it be that something really happened to her? She was too excessive, she really shouldn't have been!

The man confessed and complained in his heart over and over again, and pulled out the number of manual service unlocks and repairs.

In less than a few minutes, a professional door lock repair master came to the door. After a moment, the door opened.

Stunned!

Is this still my home? It's so full of sight and so empty.

The sofa, the clothes, and the cabinet all vanished, as if they had evaporated from the world in an instant.

Did I go to the wrong door, or did my brain get so confused that I knocked on someone's door?

Standing and staring for a long time, is it the door that you are familiar with, or the window that you are familiar with? What is all this, what is going on?