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Before 8 o'clock the next morning, L's mobile phone alarm clock rang. He told me he was leaving early today.

"I'm going to meet a bunch of people." l said.

"Who are they?"

"Family."

I smiled calmly: "Family day? ”

l lazily paced out of the bathroom: "Yes, you taught me!" ”

That's the effect I had on him. I snickered a little and whispered in his ear, "haveanice day."

"Kiss it, hurry up." l still remembers the goodbyekiss I care about the most, he was always forgotten before, and I complained several times.

I helped him tie his belt, set up his shoes, and finally put on his socks as usual.

While enjoying the service, I studied my bag &mdah; the LV he gave me. "I think this bag looks pretty good." l said with appreciation.

"Of course, my vision." I patted him on the shoulder triumphantly, "It's like I pick a man." ”

"Stinky fart." l Pinch my waist.

He left me a voucher for breakfast at the hotel and suggested that I could stop by and go to a movie.

For a moment, L wanted to call me but suddenly stopped talking, and I heard him say a syllable starting with an "L" and stopped abruptly, and I knew that he almost called me "wife" by mistake. I had a strange feeling in my heart, not just happy.

"No, I'm going back to read." I responded indifferently.

"What books are you reading?"

"MBA class. It's time for the exam. ”

l looked disdainful: "If you don't understand anything, come to me directly for consultation, what books to read." ”

I smiled and said, "Okay! Teacher l, how can I make a lot of money? ”

"Although I didn't teach you how to make a lot of money," L said seriously, "I have taught you how to become poor, and there are 100 ......."

I laughed, rubbed him a kiss and left. We are rarely tired, you and me have never happened between me and L, we get along more often than not, "witty and humorous answers", enjoy each other's tacit and witty time.

I think I'm pretty self-preservation, but sometimes I do stupid things because I want to make L. happy. For example, I resolutely did not allow L to secretly photograph me, but one day I had nothing to do and used my mobile phone to send him two selfie "nude photos"&mdah;without showing my face, that is, two long legs and sexy little panties, and a lot of unrecognizable ones were searched on the Internet.

l immediately stammered up lustfully, saying that "the shooting is not comprehensive enough" and asked to see more. I teased him, "Show me yours first." "And then there was no then.

I was working proudly in the spring breeze, and the front desk of the company sent me an envelope.

I will always remember the embarrassment and sadness I felt when I received the invitation from Xiao M.

Yes, she was going to set up a drink, and she didn't call me or foretell me&mdah, and I even suspected that she had blocked my WeChat. I don't even know when they got their cards! I was so disappointed that I couldn't call Xiao M or send a message to congratulate me. Three or four days later, D called me to say that he had received an invitation too, and his tone was quite surprised. Obviously, we are no longer part of Xiao M's best circle of friends&mdah;d was originally a nodding friend with her, so it doesn't matter; But what about me? What about me? So many days and nights, crying and laughing together, only she can give me advice when I am in pain, I teach her to make fried squid every time it fails, I go directly to her house when the water and electricity are cut off, and I go directly to her house to make a mouse in her house, but what about me?

I didn't want to go to work that day, I really wanted to drink. I lost my mind at noon and sent a message to L: "I really want to see you today. I really want to see you! I don't want to go home! Let's meet in the evening! "Actually, we had just met before this, and we had been separated for less than two days&mdah;I'm too lazy to keep track of the number of dates I've had with L. In the past, it was like a festival when we met, and I had to dress up; Now it's a normal need, and we don't mind showing our most haggard side to each other.

l replied to me after a while: "Look at the time." He didn't know what was going on, and thought I was just "making waves", but it also surprised him&mdah;It's the first time I've been so open-mouthed to him, I'm usually very serious, and I blush when I make cross-line jokes, that's why he's so addicted to "flirting with good girls".

Xiao M doesn't know if it's a flash marriage, she and her boyfriend have been officially dating for about a year and have been drinking, maybe it's because she hates to marry? But it's not convenient for me to ask at all. On the way to meet L that day, I calculated that it had been almost a year since we confirmed our relationship (rolling the sheets for the first time)! Next month is L's birthday, the 37-year-old "old man"; And then there is mine: I met him when I was 27 years old, and now I am about to celebrate my 29th birthday. Two years of time, from the initial secret love to the later intoxication and fanaticism, this time is longer than Xiao M and her boyfriend, but the irony is that we can't say that we love each other. I couldn't help but laugh.

I didn't say a word when I entered the room, I hugged L tightly, I was surprised, I had never seen me take the initiative, and I used to stage a scene where the son flirted with the lady and wanted to refuse and welcome. I pushed him back, against the corner of the table, and answered me, fumbling for the zipper of my silk dress.

Actually, I'm here to vent my emotions, and I don't plan to confide in L about Little M's coldness towards me. But after the clouds and rain, l asked me what was wrong today, and I didn't deliberately hide it.

"I wonder if she thinks I'm broken because I'm obsessed with you, a married man, and despises being friends with me." I joked half-jokingly.

l Instead, he seriously analyzed: "No, real friends will be very tolerant." I think she is mostly carried away by love. When she enters the siege and all sorts of problems happen, she'll come back to you. ”

said, "I think you're going to have to give her a heads-up." Marriage can't be too rushed, she has thought about it. ”

I laughed at myself: "Just me? A little friend with a broken outlook, to remind her of the way to choose a husband? ”

As soon as I said this, I suddenly felt extremely tightness in my chest and my mood became worse. This is a truth, but it is a fact that I have always avoided admitting, especially the title of "little three", and I have always deceived myself that I am not a third party who deliberately destroys other people's families. I don't have love with L, we are friends at most.

But this relationship also makes me feel awkward. I seem to have been trying to get rid of the role and status of "gunner", but I really can't say what I want to do. It was much later that I figured out: I don't want to hurt others, I don't want to destroy L's family, I don't want to marry L, but I can't give up my fantasies about L, my passion for L, my conquest of L&MDAH, I want to be the one who lives in his heart, and I want to get permanent residency that no one else knows. Since I have chosen to be a lover, I must leave him a deep imprint, and this is the reward I ask for, otherwise I will not be reconciled. I want to be a goddess, and in the face of a cunning old man who has gone through thousands of sails, this ambition is really too great.

L hugged me: "You are not a junior, you are my lover." ”

"Isn't it different?"

"It's different."

Strong rhetoric and distortion of facts. I scoffed disdainfully.

l stared at my face and said, "You are mine." ”

I didn't quite understand what he meant, so I casually replied, "Then you are mine too." ”

l suddenly pressed me to the bed, and I don't know how this sentence stimulated him again.

He leaned over and asked, "Is it okay to be my woman?" ”

I said, "Okay." ”

Still don't understand what he means: is he asking me if I want to be his woman? Or do you ask me if I feel good about being his woman? Listening to the tone of his inquiry, I feel more like the former, but am I not already his person? Why do you even ask?

"Why don't you let me see your WeChat circle of friends!" l suddenly thought of it, turned me over, and slapped my ass hard.

"Ouch! It hurts! I yelled. He hadn't hit me in a long time.

"Add it back to me!" He commanded.

"Oh...... Good. "I don't think he's too lazy to listen to me explain the reason, just obey.

He pulled off the light curtain of the hotel bed, and gently tied the veil tie with a flower on one of my arms: "Then you are not naked, and you look reserved." "The shape of the hands and feet is very beautiful, fair and slender, and even the movements are soft and dexterous like a woman. I looked at the plastic dahlia on my arm and was overjoyed. Including later, he bullied me in a different way, and when he saw my helpless face and grinning teeth, he couldn't hold back his laughter, I had never seen him smile so happily. It was supposed to be filled with a scene of "lewd waves", but it turned out to be childlike joy all night.

I feel like my feelings for L have changed since that day. For me, this marked the beginning of a painful one. I already had a hunch.