His Vengeful Ex-Wife

Cong Shan Leng Leng, close to the Tang poetry seems to be able to feel the body of water vapor.

The man looked at him through a burst of heat, and suddenly his throat was tight.

He took out his textbook and gave it to Tang Shi, "Tang Wei said he wanted you to sign it."

"Oh." Tang Shi, unconsciously, took the book while wiping her hair. "You put it here, and I'll sign it for him later."

Cong Shan doesn't think he can stay here long. The whole room is full of The smell of bath milk on her.

The man's eyes went down, and Tang Shi called, "have you two finished your homework?"

It sounds like a head teacher.

Cong Shan couldn't help laughing, "I'd like to help do the manual jigsaw puzzle. It's solved soon."

Well, this kind of thing is hard for game engineers.

Tang Shi said thank you. Cong Shan left the bathroom without a reply. The sound of a hair dryer came from the bathroom. For the first time, Cong Shan fled back to his room and closed the door.

He noticed that he was breathing faster, especially when he just walked into the bathroom and saw Tang poetry.

The heart beat faster, and the whole body was numb like blood.

It's not a good sign.

Cong Shan turned over on the bed, then pressed his hand under his head and looked up at the ceiling blankly.

He was thinking, across the wall beside him, Tang Shi and Tang Wei were sleeping next door to him. What was their relationship like?

Does Tang poetry want to face Tang only to put down its guard and face him?

Cong Shan understood that Tang poetry would occasionally look at him with a kind of full dependence, but that look through him was another man.

Another, a man with a similar face to him.

Cong Shan closed his eyes, but his mind was always the eyes of Tang poetry.

Why, she always looks at him with this kind of eyes, but he is not a substitute at all!

Most of the time, Cong Shan will feel irritable. Tang Shi trusts him just because he has a face similar to her dead brother.

This is such a ridiculous fact that every time Cong Shan felt that the eyes of Tang poetry were deep, he would wake up suddenly.

He seemed to have had a dream. After waking up, Tang poetry ran counter to him and left.

He is not her brother after all, and she is just a passer-by in her life. In the end, she will only leave.

Cong Shan knew that the ending would come soon, but he didn't want it to happen.

If one day Tang poetry looks at him with strange and indifferent eyes, what will he do at that time?

Cong Shan felt more and more depressed, so he simply covered the quilt and stifled the whole person.

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when she gets up the next day, Cong Shan wakes up at six in the morning.

His biological clock has never been so punctual. He used to sleep until the afternoon, but now he wakes up at six in the morning.

He looked at the ceiling for a long time, suddenly seemed to be aware of something, hissed and took a breath.

When I close my eyes, I recall his absurd dream. The heroine is Tang poetry.

Shit!

The man, who has always been indifferent and ruthless, has a panic like a child on his face. He covers his face with a quilt, but he can't control his brain. His white thighs and chest are like a movie playing back one by one It circulates through his brain.

He, do, spring, dream, dream.

The heroine of the dream is Tang poetry.

Cong Shan pounded the sheets under his body, but the blow was as soft as hitting cotton.

He turned over and was still early from work. For the first time, he couldn't sleep.

He must have seen Tang poetry in the bathroom before he went to bed last night. Now it has become a nightmare. Cong Shan has been pestering him for several breaths before he put down his mood.

Too It's terrible.

In Cong Shan's 27 years of cognition, he used the term "terrible" to describe the influence of a woman.

The man simply gets up and grabs his hair randomly. His messy black hair looks very cold. He bows his back and stares at the sunshine outside the window for a long time.