Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 214 A Man Like Clothes 3
I ignored him, turned to look at Deng Haoran, and said word by word, "Buy me this car!"

Deng Haoran smiled faintly, with an expression of no surprise.His voice was tepid, and he said leisurely, "Okay! As long as you like it."

Yi Xiaoyan couldn't believe it, and opened his mouth wide: "Mr. Deng, you—"

Qiao Weizhong also opened his eyes wide and exclaimed: "Oh, my God!" He stared at me with a puzzled look on his face: "Why is that (why)? Why is that (why)?"

Of course he didn't know why.

Deng Haoran handed over the check: "This is the money for the car, you go through the formalities by yourself."

I took the check unceremoniously, and then walked up to Yi Xiaoyan. The villain shook the check under her nose with a sigh of relief. At the end, I still couldn't finish it. I approached her and said mischievously: "Did you see it? My Sura La doesn't need to accompany/sleep, but he can also get a luxury car."

Yi Xiaoyan had a pretty face, red and then white, white and blue.

I never bought the limited-edition red roadster.Stupid me, spend 386 million to buy a car?If it was bumped inexplicably like last time, wouldn't it be gone?
I bought a white Audi a1 for 26.

I don't want any of Deng Haoran's 386 million yuan, all of which are "hiddenly donated" to charity and public welfare undertakings.

I didn't look for Cheng Yiming again, and Cheng Yiming didn't come to me either. Although we haven't gone through the divorce procedures yet, we have nothing to do with each other and have become strangers.

"Regret?" I asked myself.

I heard a very small voice deep inside me say, "No regrets."

Yes, I don't regret it!

When faced with difficulties, you are not afraid of death, but are you still afraid of living?In the face of danger, are you afraid of life or death? ——This is Einstein's theory of relativity.Apply it to me and turn it into Su Lala's Theory of Relativity: When faced with a life-and-death love, are you not afraid of death, but are you still afraid of life?When faced with a painful breakup, are you afraid of life or death?
Even so, Ah Q, I still lost weight.

He was so thin that he lost his shape.

Sometimes, I often can't control myself, think about Cheng Yiming, and think about it uncontrollably.I think of his eyes, his smile, the sweet love between him and me, and the heart-throbbing warmth of his body when he hugs me.

Every time I think of him, I feel hurt, hurt, and hate—the more I love, the more I hurt; the more I hurt, the more pain; the more I hurt, the more I hate.

The feeling of falling out of love is not good.

After get off work every day, I just nestled in Qiao Weizhong's house, closed all the curtains, dragged my weak body, unkempt, and walked around the living room with my face up.At night, I turned on all the lights, sat in a corner of the room, stared blankly at the dark sky outside the window, and counted the stars one by one.

That morning, just as the sun was rising, I suddenly ran to sit on the railing of the balcony on a whim.The wind in the early morning was very cold, very strong, and it was so bitter that it passed across the face like a knife.I was wearing thin pajamas, facing the wind, and just sat on the railing of the balcony in a daze.

Brother Leslie Cheung said that he is a bird without legs.I thought, should I learn from my brother Leslie Cheung and be a bird without feet?Do you want?Do you want?

Finally, I didn't have the courage to jump down.

For a man who doesn't love himself, if he dies like this, it's not worth it.

Maybe, in a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, the most unforgettable past, the most painful pain, the most gnashing hatred, will fall gently by itself like a tiny dust, silently, silently interest, no shadow.

Because life has to go on.

I ran to the mirror and looked at myself in the mirror seriously, my face was earthy, decadent and sloppy.I applied the words that comforted Fang Zisu to me, and said to myself in the mirror: Su Lala, you can’t go on like this, you must live brightly, Cheng Yiming must regret, regret not loving you, I regret giving up on you, I regret that I missed you, and I missed the love of my life.

Yes, I want to live for Cheng Yiming, without Cheng Yiming, I will not die.

In order to change my mood and make myself happy, I went to the hair salon and finally decided to cut off my long hair.Cheng Yiming likes me with long hair, he said, women with long hair are very feminine.

Women's long hair is flowing, dancing, and strands.It is probably a gene that has been passed down since ancient times. Most Chinese men like women with long hair. As the saying goes: women with long hair, nine out of ten men love, and the remaining one is still lingering.

Cheng Yiming was not out of the ordinary, he was one of those nine men.

Cheng Yiming said, without three thousand blue hairs, is a woman still a woman?
So I grow my hair long for him.

Now, Cheng Yiming and I are strangers, and I decided not to grow long hair anymore.Didn't you say that hair is the thread of three thousand troubles?I cut my hair, and I thought, maybe, my troubles went with the hair, or maybe, I don't worry anymore.

The young hair stylist who dyed my hair blue, green and red looked me over carefully, and persuaded me in a professional tone: "Beauty, your short hair is not as good-looking as your long hair. You His face is slightly elongated, his chin is pointed and small, and he is thin, so it is more temperamental to wear long hair."

I didn't listen to him, and insisted: "Even if I become an ugly Bajie, I will cut my long hair."

The hair stylist, who seemed to be several years younger than me, had a hint of surprise in his eyes, and finally he asked me in a regretful tone: "What kind of haircut do you want?"

I said, "Whatever. The shorter the better."

The hair stylist asked, "Do you want to dye it a little?"

I said: "Yes."

The hair stylist asked again: "What color do you want?"

I said, "It should be a more coquettish color."

So, the hair stylist cut my hair into a very fashionable, neat and avant-garde haircut. The hair is very short, so short that it is almost blue, and it is also dyed into a popular gray camel color.

The hair stylist stared at me: "Beauty, are you unhappy? Only unhappy young women will cut off their beautiful long black hair." The hair stylist talked a lot, and said a lot of words: "However, beautiful A woman is always a beautiful woman. Like you, even if you shave your head, you are still a beautiful woman."

I smiled and didn't speak.

People all over the world know that I am not happy.

After the hair was cut short, my whole head felt lighter, and I felt very comfortable when I raised my head.

I haven't found a house yet, so I continue to live in Qiao Weizhong's house. Anyway, he is not interested in women, and he won't be interested in me, so he is very safe.This guy threatened me and said: "Sulala, if you lose weight, be careful not to turn into a skeleton."

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