Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

Time flies by.

She broke north as Grandpa walked south, and his ambitions continued to expand the Ji family's power map.

Girl is young, naive and understandable about feelings, but he never hurries, the rest of his life is long, he has too much time with her, and he is confident that his little one will not easily look at other men.

However……

His organs were exhausted, but his intentions were omitted.

“Ji Wang, I'm afraid your body...”

The old man next to Tongue, staring at the man, had a deep eyebrow.

When men learned about their physical condition, they didn't say much, as if all of this were destined to be in the middle of nowhere.

“Hey, Hui must be hurt...” After a long time, the old man shook his head with regret and sighed softly.

“Well, I see.” The man remained silent for a long time, smiled bitterly, and turned away.

The swordsman has a sword and the inker has a pen, and after that, Ji Shu will no longer be worried about Nie.

Looks like God doesn't allow her to have him in her future.

“Ji Shu Dye! ”

When the man left, Haitang quickly chased him up: “You must rest...”

Sniffing, the man stopped and looked down on the tongue: "But I, I have a lot to do. ”

“A lot? Is it more important than your life?” Haitang Expressway.

“So, lying in bed, he won't take my life?” Ji Shu dyed his fingers over the sky.

“I'll tell them no worries...” Soon, Haitang took out his phone.

However, the discipline shook his head: “No need. ”

“What do you mean, you don't have the right to know about something so big?” Tongue frowned deeply.

“Apprenticeship increases troubles.” The discipline dyes the soft-sounding channel.

“What exactly do you mean, you're going to hide it and push it away?!” Haitang Dao.

The discipline was silent.

“Oh, Ji Shu Dye... you are so great, who do you think you are? Do you really think of yourself as the hero in the tragedy? Big things you carry yourself and then disappear from the world all alone?!” Haitang was furious.

“Everyone has the right to choose, not about greatness.” The man said, never turning his head back, and turned around and left.

……

On the island, in a dilapidated warehouse, the man slowly opened his eyes and looked pale. He seemed to dream of a dream, a first encounter, a dream of mutual observance, a dream of loneliness and despair.

Soon, the man trimmed up his white shirt slightly and looked at the lens with a warm smile on his face.

“Happy wedding. ”

As he spoke, there was a slight fluctuation in the man's eyes, and he lowered his head and didn't want the lens to capture his emotions at all.

It took a while for a man to come back to the camera.

“The rivers and lakes are gone. ”

……

At the beach, the man adjusted his body to a more comfortable position, and he remembered that many years ago, he and the girl were sitting on the beach, eating lunch boxes and talking about the future.

Feel the sea breeze blow, the man's mind, recall the image of the beginning of the dream.

Ji Jia.

The sun is shining high.

The little girl held a big pot and was already sweaty.

The girl held up the giant iron pot with the branches and stole a lot of food from Jijia's kitchen as bait and threw it under the pot.

A moment later, the bait was laid and the girl hid behind the tree.

The girl dragged the rope in her hand, and she wanted to use this large pot to catch the little bird in Ji's mountain. She waited for a long time, but no bird was ever hooked.

While the girl was sleeping unconsciously, the boy came to the large pot with a book in his hand, slightly stunned, looked around, but did not see anyone, only saw a pile of food in the bottom of the pot.

What is this...?

Immediately, the boy bent down, curiously probing his head up and looking at the bottom of the pan.

The sleepy girl felt some movement in the rope in her hand and her subconscious hurried towards her left.

Just listening to the “bang” sound, the pot fell, the boy had not returned to God, instantly caught in the pot.

The girl ran out from behind the big tree to the big pot, cheering with excitement —— "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

“Who?”

When she heard the sound coming from the pan, the girl seemed surprised: "Wow, the bird is fine, are you a monster! How dare you talk! ”

“Who are you? ”

“Well, me? My name is Nie. How about you? ”

“ …… ”

Nie is not worried...

No worries...

At that time, he probably would never have thought he'd be trapped in such a bad trap.

Sleepy, for the rest of your life.