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There is an unproven paradox: the stronger a woman is, the more fragile she is.

Although this statement is a bit unreliable to some extent, no matter how strong a woman is, she hopes to find a stronger shoulder than herself to lean on, this strength is not all material omnipotence, it may also be spiritual strength, in short, almost every woman has her own Prince Charming in her heart.

Therefore, the most correct interpretation of love is that love originally originated from the colorful fantasies in a woman's heart, and in the end, this ethereal feeling transformed the man, so the world went crazy, and there is now a colorful life.

But a cruel fact is that no matter how beautiful the love between men and women is, the fundamental purpose of being together is always to reproduce.

This fact is infinitely magnified in people's hearts when it exists, so that beauty is once again brutally defeated, love compromises to reality, and over time, true feelings eventually become more and more humble and insignificant under the interests and temptations of the outside world.

This is not irony, but a helplessness.

Chen Hualou, who has already stated that he only loves heroes and does not love heroes in this life, is such a process from initial resistance to compromise, this woman who aspires to be the prime minister, believes in love deep down, and has always believed that when she was a child, her childhood sweetheart had no guesses, every time she played the role of his wife, Chen Hualou, who was just ignorant, naturally didn't know what love was, but every time she pouted to express her reluctance, her heart was happier than anyone else.

She borrowed his pencils, borrowed his erasers, and even borrowed his textbooks countless times, but she didn't want to read them with him.

In fact, every time, Xiao Lou'er's textbooks, which were not sensible at that time, secretly crashed into his schoolbag and did not take them out, she liked to see the frustration and helplessness of him being punished by the teacher because of himself, and every time she could secretly be happy for a long time.

At that time, she naturally didn't understand the feeling of the people she loved when they paid for herself.

In the third grade, the two fought for the first time, because of her vexatiousness, the cause was very small, but that time the war was quite tragic in the eyes of her peers, she scratched his arm, scratched his face, and in the end, it was the boy with a smile like sunshine who apologized to her unscathed.

At that time, the big northeast that made people cold in winter and didn't want to move, that little girl still didn't know what compromise and forgiveness was, crying and smiling, and when he came home, his father cleaned him up hard before stopping.

The boy still didn't have the slightest resentment, with a harmless sunny smile, but since then, the two have never fought.

In the fourth grade, the teacher stood on the podium and asked the students what their ideals were, and after thinking about it very seriously, the small painting building at that time solemnly told the teacher that he wanted to be the prime minister.

It was a big official who stood up to the sky, but at that time, the whole class couldn't imagine it, so there wasn't much exclamation.

When it came to him, he stood up, still with that bright smile that was almost a giggling, and told the teacher that he wanted to be the chairman, and if he couldn't be the chairman, it would be better to be a general.

In that elementary school, the two were best friends and biggest rivals.

Because it seems that Chen Hualou, who has been studying seriously most of the time, has been catching up with the boy's footsteps from beginning to end.

He was first, she was second.

The rankings have never changed.

When he graduated from the sixth grade, Chen Hualou finally got the first, but the boy became the second, that time, in the face of the smirking face that gradually grew up and became handsome, Chen Hualou, who should have been very happy, cried very sadly, so the boy went home and was beaten up again.

It's junior high school.

The two were not at the same table this time, or even in the same class, but at that time, the two would still go to school and work together.

That year, in the heart of Chen Hualou, who often longed for Prince Charming, the chic and uninhibited figure riding a white horse was gradually replaced by a peer who scratched his head and smiled brightly, and continued to take root in his heart.

He wants to be the chairman, and he will be the prime minister, if we can be together, how good would it be?

The second semester of the second year of junior high school.

The boy's father was transferred to Beijing due to a job transfer.

When I came home from school, the boys and girls who only dared to secretly pull their little hands in a place where there was no one were tearful when they separated.

At that time, he grew taller and more handsome, Chen Hualou asked his father to take a photo of himself and the boy, and that young relationship that didn't even know what love was, seemed to be sealed in the dust along with the photo.

Turn around, goodbye.

When we met again, it was five years later when we went to college.

The two are in line with the storyline of childhood sweethearts but love at first sight, when he was in college, he came to the school in a neat military uniform to see him, and fascinated countless girls, but at that time, his eyes were all on the dead friend who was in the dormitory with her.

Then, there is no then.

Or rather, the two are in love.

She scolded him for being a negative man, scolded him for being a bastard who didn't care about her for the sake of profit, and scolded him for just falling in love with his sworn friend's family, crying and scolding, heartbroken.

So much so that for him, she and her best friend got into trouble to the point of incompatibility.

The year he graduated from college, he was a colonel.

That year, he married her former best friend.

Chen Hualou didn't go, she had told herself countless times that whether it was a friend or a former lover, since it had passed, it was all broken, and she had nothing to do with them anymore.

Graduated and entered politics.

At that time, few people still remember the dreams of the boy and girl.

Like every political performance in elementary school, this time, he still walked ahead of her.

Twenty-seven years old, Major General!

A promising new star in the military world.

That year, when his wife had just become pregnant, he went out on a mission, took off his military uniform, fulfilled his dream, became a general, but never returned, and even the status of a Chinese, the state never gave him.

But in Chen Hualou's heart, he is a hero!

She didn't resent her college friend who was pregnant and almost cried blind when she got the news, but she resented her family very much.

The past is like smoke, in a blink of an eye, how many years has it been?

It's been five years.

The love that I once longed for is now gone.

What's the use of leaving this pair of skins that are secretly coveted by countless people? It might as well be used to fulfill Chen's dream.

So with a numb mood, after sacrificing her third uncle at home, she finally sat in the position of deputy secretary of the Huating Municipal Party Committee, and personally found Wang Fuxing to marry.

Wang Fuxing did not refuse, but everything that followed was tantamount to a nightmare.

Right here, in this single room, the man kissed himself mercilessly and roughly, forcibly took off his pants, entered his body, and hit him fiercely, this body that was no longer intended to be touched by any man, almost everywhere left traces of his rough ravage, what made her even more ashamed and indignant was that her body was sinking into this feeling, and her reason was all gone, and Tian shamelessly catered to his attack, and her body was wrapped around him. The woman begged that her body, which had never been touched, was so sensitive, and after the initial pain, it seemed that every time he collided, he would reach the peak of happiness.

I really put it like this. Swing?

Chen Hualou's eyes were in a trance, her legs were soft and she was sitting on the ground, her delicate ass was touching the cold ground, her long hair was scattered, her face was flushed, and her underwear was faded to her thighs.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Chen Hualou raised his head in horror, stared at the door, and subconsciously screamed: "Don't come in!"

The people outside the door also seemed to be taken aback, and after a long while, they cautiously said, "Miss, let me ask you if you need to add some hot water." ”

"No need."

Chen Hualou's face was pale, gasping for breath, and the whole person seemed to have just returned to his soul, his face was pale.

Outside the door was quiet, silent.

Chen Hualou exerted all his strength, sat on the ground, looked at the red kiss marks on his snow-white and delicate thighs, and was out of his mind for a long time before revealing a self-deprecating wry smile, stretched out his hand, took out a pack of tissues, gently placed them between his legs, wiped them carefully, smelling the ambiguous smell of love between men and women in the air, and tears couldn't stop flowing out again.

She never dreamed that she would be raped one day, and she didn't even have a little gentle words afterwards.

Why did he bully himself like this?

Chen Hualou lay on his knees, his shoulders trembled, and his tears could barely be stopped, this time was more than she had shed in the past year.

She clutched the tissue with a trace of blood tightly, and it took a long time to stabilize her mood, she stood up gently, lifted her underwear and trousers, and rinsed her mouth with cold tea, as if she wanted to wash all the flavors belonging to Wang Fuxing in her mouth.

Reaching out and touching her tears, this woman, who was just in her early thirties and had already become the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee of the municipality, had regained her former calm and composure.

But when she opened her white purse, she cried again.

The woman, who had just been promoted but had been raped twice, pushed the teacup in front of her to the ground, her white and tender little hands clenched together, tears were surging, and she cursed with tears: "Soul is light, I didn't bring any money." ”