Putting down the phone, leaning on the head of the bed, gently patting her fleshy little prince, thinking about it, Lannie couldn't let go.

The past between himself and Han Qiushi, although Lin Yuanshan didn't know anything about it, Han Qiushi completely let go of it, Xiang Chunzao was indifferent and relieved about it, and the big guys avoided talking about it, but when she occasionally thought about it, Lan Ni always felt uncomfortable in her heart, and was very, very afraid that one day Lin Yuanshan would know about it.

She can't imagine and can't face it, in the eyes of her beloved, she would rather not be favored by herself than add another love history.

Although she was happy and miserable at that time, thinking that it was her whole world, but now looking back at that relationship, it is like two people hugging each other for warmth in hunger and cold, so as to comfort each other, love has indeed occurred, and she has longed for eternity, but after all, she has touched the bottom line of marriage, and she will not see the light of day, and a dead end is inevitable.

is like Lin Ruo in China, struggling in a hopeless love and almost drowning, which is really pitiful and pathetic. And the description of her inner confession in the book is very detailed and vivid, which makes me involuntarily have a sense of identity.

Such a good interpretation can't be the author's own story, right?

If so, there are people in the world who have similar experiences to me, should I be happy or sad? If not, what kind of person is the author? How could he write such an empathetic plot?

The probe looked at Lin Yuanshan, who was answering the phone, Lan Ni secretly planned that when he was not at home, he must have a good discussion with Xiang Chunzao, and analyze this book that she couldn't let go of more and more.

She believes that the insightful Xiang Chunzao can give her rational suggestions and correct her chaotic and biased thinking, which is extremely important for her current marital status and mental state.

Because Ma Lili's matter has not been completely sorted out.

Even if Lin Yuanshan didn't give her the slightest hope, the stubborn Sadako girl still refused to change her original intention, and while hanging Zhang Feng, she waited for an opportunity to move, and it really turned into a fish thorn, firmly stuck in Lan Ni's throat.

Although she believes that her husband, who loves her deeply, will not betray her family, she can't help but break out in a cold sweat whenever she thinks of a young and beautiful girl hiding in the shadows, coveting her happiness all the time.

I, I, I, I, am I here to pay it back? got out of bed, took a sip of water, and looked out the window.

What is the difference between herself back then and Ma Lili now? It should be similar, to a certain extent, she is not as good as her!

She is just spiritually in love with her married man, and she can't get a response from her beloved, even if there is a fire burning in her heart, she just looks at it from a distance, and does not cross the bottom line between men and women, at best, it is a complete unrequited love!

And myself? How do I do it?

Mentally and physically, the intense possessiveness of possessiveness made me love madly and love to destroy. In just a few months of dating Han Qiushi, how many times have you won and lost, and how many times have you been injured?

Selfish and willful, what a terrible woman I am!

Back then, if he didn't leave me in time and let the situation continue to develop, he would fall deeper and deeper, and I didn't know what kind of thing would happen to me when I lost my reason, and I didn't necessarily have to take a life.

To this day, I know very well that for Zhang Feng and Han Qiushi, I first stretched out my greedy hands, bringing them bad luck but not realizing it, but thinking that it was they who gave up from the beginning to the end, and it was fate that was unfair to me.

At this moment, I repent, and in my own heart, I am the heinous sinner!

Ma Lili's existence is more like God's punishment for me, let me remember that what doesn't belong to me should not be touched, even if I like it, I must control my greed, otherwise, the arrogance and ignorance of my youth will always need to be paid by my mature self in the future.

Knowing these truths, I'm still complaining here, what are I doing cursing Ma Lili if I have nothing to do?

What I need to do now is to continue to strengthen myself, improve myself, and fight my love defense battle with a new attitude, which is the most important thing.

Think about some of the words in this book, simple and unpretentious, but the wisdom of life is permeated between the lines, at this critical moment, I should really use my heart and brain to understand.

Here, when Lan Ni saw the text, her thoughts surged, and she derived a lot of emotion. And over there, Xiang Chunzao, who was sitting on the bed, was holding his mobile phone, writing the story in his heart.

It's just that maybe it's because Zhang Liyuan's incident made her too excited and unable to concentrate, and the code words are quite unsmooth.

For the sake of a sentence or a few words, I repeatedly weighed and figured out, but I couldn't satisfy myself, so I changed it back and forth, and I was always Kavin.

What's going on? Don't I have some ideas? Why can't I write it? I thought that Qiu Shi was not at home, no one disturbed the mood, and at least he would be able to code out a chapter smoothly. But now, with less than half of the word count, seeing that he is about to come back, eighty percent of today's writing plan is about to come to naught.

Can this continue?

Originally, I entered this website in a daze, and I uploaded this book in a daze, and I wrote it to the present, and there are many dissatisfactions, and there are so many troubles that I can't even modify it.

If the results are not satisfactory, can this book still be persevered? Is it necessary to persevere? Otherwise, it will not be successful anyway, so give up on the spot.

Perhaps my writing style is too old-fashioned and rigid, which is incompatible with today's online literature and art, and can only be used for self-amusement, and I can't wander in this lively and strange sea of books at all.

Full of thoughts, he put down his phone, pinched his sore wrist, and filled his heart with frustration.

Forget it, don't write it! It's so depressing to force yourself so much without inspiration, go out and take a breath.

picked up the mobile phone and looked at the time, and listened to the sound of the TV series in the living room, Xiang Chunzao got up and got out of bed, unscrewed the bedroom door and walked out, but saw that the TV series was broadcasting by itself, and no one was watching.

Hey, what's the situation, what about the two old ladies? Isn't it the time for them to complain about the characters and plots in the TV series?

Could it be that the TV is turned on to make sound and waste electricity?

"Yo, it's early spring. At this time, the door of Liu Miao's room opened gently, and the two old ladies walked out one after the other.

"What are you two doing?" looked at the package in Jiang Qiu's hand, Xiang Chunzao asked puzzled.

Glancing at his sleeping grandchildren, he closed the door with his hand, walked to the entrance cabinet, put down the package and stood up straight, just about to speak, there was a familiar footstep in the corridor, Jiang Qiu hurriedly turned around, opened the door, and waited there with a smile.