The Decade of Deep Love (Deep Love For You) - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

He knows the man who pushes open his body and looks at the boundless darkness with a big eye. He even calmed his breath, and the feeling of distressed to suffocation slowly passed.

What was clearly said at the beginning was always together, they are the best people who met each other at the best age. He Zhishu showed some very awkward smiles. He remembered many and many trivial things, and remembered that it was very strong, because it was just every little thing that spelled out happiness.

When Jiang Wenxu went to school, he was cool and embarrassed in front of outsiders. In fact, he was naive. When I was young, I would like to say hello in the cat grass: “Small book, small book, look at you! Lizard!”; It will also be a good gift to the He Zhishu every day, no less for the fight No less scare the little girls who like to know the book. Later, Jiang Wenxu came out and was not frustrated by the scorpion. The wine table accompanied the big drink on the northeast side. He couldn’t drink it. He was drunk and held He Zhishu and said that he had not given him a good life.

It’s enough to have one in my life. Isn’t it all right? He knows that he can’t help himself, and his back is like a child crying on his eyes. He Zhishu really misses the smashed pear flower of the second opening. Before and after the flowering season, he will go to school for a small pocket and hold a small blow of Jiang Wenxu. One of the most romantic and daring things that two people have ever done is that under the pear tree, the campus in the holiday is empty, and Jiang Wenxu slams He Zhishu’s long-lasting kiss of youthful love.

But what does that mean? The love that once was so hot and simple has been spent for a long time, and the desire to be rejuvenated is back to the original shape, and there is nothing to comfort yourself.

I still have the strength. I can love you more when I love you more. I will be yourself later. I will be too self-willed to stay close to me. He knows that it is difficult to get up, and gently quilt Jiang Wenxu with a quilt. It should have been a moist and bitter dip in the mild and sweet dimples of nectar. He Zhishu turned his back and bit his fingers to resist the convulsions.

It was very late in the winter, and He Zhishu looked at the sky and lit up. The cold light passed through the thin gauze, which was terrible. This year is a cold winter. If you can build a snowman with Jiang Wenxu, the snowman will be very slow. His traces will stay longer in Jiang Wenxu’s winter.

He knows that he has climbed up and rushed to take a shower, his body is very thin, and the traces of **** are densely covered, seemingly dirty and a little pitiful.

He knows that he has nothing to do, and he has no heart to make trouble. It is a habit to love this man, and he will endure it. Fuxi pointed out the man’s things in his body by the ice-cold marble bath, and the eyebrows of He Zhishu became tighter and tighter. Can’t do this anymore.

He knows that he has taken medicine to make breakfast. Jiang Wenxu drank a lot more last night, and He Zhishu gave him a millet porridge to raise his stomach. The porridge has been cooked in the pot, and He Zhishu sits on the small sofa and concentrates on reading a book.

When Jiang Wenxu woke up, it was not too early. Some of his hair was asleep, and he was stunned by He Zhishu. He is much more sturdy than the Hezhishu, and he has kept the whole person in his arms in his arms.

“I will go on a business trip tomorrow, I will come back in half a month.”

He knows the book’s hand and pauses: “Know it.” If he is not there, he can go to the hospital to be convenient.

“Go yourself?” He Zhishu earned Jiang Wenxu’s arms and went to the kitchen to porridge.

Jiang Wenxu sighed: “Several backbones and assistants.”

He Zhishu sighed, didn’t care, and gave porridge to Jiang Wenxu: “Don’t bully the child too much, Song assistant is too busy, you still take him on a business trip.”

Jiang Wenxu took a spoon to eat porridge, did not think much: “Not Xiao Song, the new assistant, graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, took him to a French designer rookie to get a familiar look.”

He Zhishu laughed: “Do I know?”

“You can only know the newcomer of the company, not to mention the intoxication of this graduation…” Jiang Wenxu suddenly closed his mouth and concentrated on eating.

He Zhishu’s heart was suddenly cool, and the child who graduated was mixed in such a high position under Jiang Wenxu’s hand. His wrist was not hard.