Doting on Mr. Su (45) and hiding from me every day

  Virtual emotions across computer screens are mostly unreal, and relationships built on such emotions will last how long?

  Those three years with Fang Weihang, from the game to reality, seemed like a serious reason, but a large part of it was because of his indulgence in the game and my lack of attention.

  In fact, thinking carefully, the reason for breaking up is also inseparable from games.

  I couldn't accompany him in his indulgence, and that gave those women in the game a chance to take advantage of it. I couldn't sympathize with his addiction, and that gave Song Na an opportunity to open her arms and release her tenderness... In this way, my ending with Fang Weihang became inevitable, because we wouldn't change ourselves for each other, our emotions hadn't reached that depth.

  I hope Xiaomu can take that unsuccessful online romance as a warning and wake up early, not letting Yangyu worry for nothing.

  In the evening, Mr. Su called and asked about my location and return time. Yang Yu expressed through the phone that he wanted me to stay overnight. Mr. Su bluntly said: "Then I probably won't be able to sleep all night." He also asked someone else: "What about the court hearing tomorrow?"

  Yang Yu probably never thought he would be rejected, and after being knocked down, he asked incredulously: "Did he say that without you, he will lose sleep? How can someone so old really use this kind of thing to reject? You two are still illegal now!"

  Nothing is illegal, they've already booked their wedding, their parents have given their consent, and nobody in the world can stop them now. With his shameless mode activated, what's there to be embarrassed about?

  But I'm too embarrassed to say it directly, so I couldn't help but sigh: "Sigh, forget it, don't bother with him, he can be quite childish sometimes..."

  "Does he look like your precious baby?"

  I'm not going to take her teasing lying down. I'll put on my clothes, wear my scarf, say goodbye to the two of them one by one, close the door and go downstairs.

  Also helped them take out the trash in the dormitory.

  There are several boys downstairs watching my car. Seeing them taking out their mobile phones, seemingly to take pictures, I kindly reminded them that if they use it for dissemination, please blur the picture, thank you.

  This behavior will absolutely be interpreted as showing off, and probably many people will agree with it.

  But I just felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, which had something to do with what Mrs. Li said that day about me selling myself out.

  Mr. Su said that there are some things in life that cannot be taken too seriously, or it will make people unable to live.

  For example, if the condition for defining it is that one party provides better conditions to the other party, such as money, houses, cars, jewelry, and all things that can be called luxury goods.

  So I and Mr. Su indeed have this kind of relationship.

  And our upcoming marriage is very likely to be approved, a marriage certificate is just proof of its legalization.

  This kind of thing is really going to make people's stomachs ache.

  If I want to live freely, then learning how to ignore others' gaze is a required course.

  Driving carefully under the cover of night, I slowly made my way around the campus before exiting and heading straight home, where there was still a bit of traffic congestion on the road.

  Kyoto's heyday, I understand forever.

  I returned home almost at eight o'clock. Yang Shu made crystal prawns that I love to eat, because eating meat will make me fat, so recently this type of seafood has been served unusually frequently.

  Two people were actually waiting at home for me to come back and eat, Mr. Su even had the two corgis wait with empty stomachs, as if they would all go on a hunger strike if I didn't show up, it's really laughable and pitiful.

  It's not just a matter of one or two cents, I hastily gave him a goodbye kiss and rushed upstairs to change my clothes, then went downstairs for dinner, only to hear him say: "It's okay to stay out overnight too."

  I suddenly looked up.

  "But you're not back, the two of them absolutely won't start dinner." He didn't mention who the two were, but everyone understood. Again guessing my thoughts, he added: "Don't make things difficult for Yang's wife, okay?"

  I was taken aback by his dark hair, and couldn't help but take a deep breath. For a moment, I didn't know what words to use to describe him.

  Roughly cute and childish, but also ruthless and cold-blooded. He even used two stuffed animals to threaten me, and it's despicable that he wouldn't even spare an innocent dog.

  But to be honest, when I saw the two pugs eating dog food without even lifting their heads, I still felt a bit guilty. Were they starving?

  Couldn't help but grumble two sentences about Mr. Su in his heart, and felt very powerless, he was just talking after all, not a real big bad guy.

  After dinner, I squatted in front of the two cubs and apologized for a while. I don't know if they understood or not, but they kept switching paws to invite me to shake hands, and my guilt was gone.

  After taking a bath, I lay in bed feeling depressed. Mr. Su noticed it as soon as he came back and habitually hugged me into his arms, asking what was wrong.

  There's nothing much to say anyway, and it's really unnecessary to tell him about things between girls.

  I turned over and buried my head in his arms, rubbing comfortably: "The life of not being able to eat meat in big mouthfuls is really distressing..."

  Mr. Su's sigh came from above, touching my head: "In a few days, I'll take you to eat meat, occasionally also want to satisfy your cravings."

  He said that, it seems like I'm really craving meat. But can't explain, it's like lifting a stone to hit one's own foot.

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  The next day, he came home from work and said to take me out for a meal, also brought a formal beige evening gown with exquisite hand-embroidered lace, perfectly adorned with pearls, flying sleeves, and a trailing skirt.

  He probably thought that the back was exposed too much, so he personally took the initiative to braid my hair for me. Clumsily, he combed the hair on his temples back and fixed it with a cherry blossom hairpin.

  The long hair falling down just covers her waist, completely hiding her back.

  I think the essence of this dress has been completely covered up by him, it's a bit ridiculous.

  To match this dress, I simply drew my eyebrows and applied lipstick.

  Mr. Su sneakily went behind me and gently blew on the back of my wings when I was standing in front of the mirror, posing in my most elegant posture.

  This familiar ache, this familiar hint of crimson.

  I scolded him, but he instead had a thrill of excitement as his fingertips slid along my spine, and in a low voice whispered in my ear: "Red plum cheats the snow, hide well and wait for me."

  I blushed and scolded him: "You're so overbearing, how dare you let me wear a backless dress? Are you looking for excitement?"

  "Isn't this better? If I can't hold on, then I'll devour you whole."

  He maliciously poked at the beautiful curve near the base of my neck.

  That's one of my sensitive spots.

  My slight tremble obviously pleased him, a low chuckle followed.