The President's Gossip Wife

383: If there is anything whistling in the ears of my lifelong partner, it must be the sound of the wind. The wind blows so violently that he can’t open his eyes. When he opens it, it’s full of sand, hitting him head-on and rushing into him. In his eyes, the sand-covered eyes could not be rubbed or touched, and they were full of painful tears every time he blinked.

He began to hate her, hated her for being so stubborn, hated her for being so stubborn, hated why she didn't put these things in front of him earlier, and let him know her suffering earlier.

What does empathy mean?

He didn't understand it before, and he couldn't even understand it.

He just knew that she took good care of him for three years, at first she was unwilling to admit it, then she accepted it, and later she told her that she thanked her for taking care of him and knew her hard work.

He thought that the hard work was just the patience and tediousness needed to take care of a vegetative person, and he thought that the hard work was just being ridiculed and insulted by the people in the house.

He couldn't understand the feeling of patience and boredom before, and he even only knew that sarcasm and sarcasm are derogatory words, they are bad words, and they are the words of the reasonable or unreasonable side in a quarrel, which may cause harm to the recipient.

He didn't even know how that kind of hurt would feel, it should be uncomfortable, or embarrassing, or heartache.

He knew that she had suffered those things, and he also felt sorry for her. That kind of heartache came from the pity after falling in love, the pity from instinct.

But at this moment, he looked at the words, they were plain, without any extravagant ornate words, without deliberately exaggerating the atmosphere, and simply wrote the date, weather, and events.

Like a diary from childhood.

But these words have to knock on the door of the heart one by one, and it hurts to read one.

He suddenly closed the notebook, exhaled heavily, and looked at the closet opposite, blurred and blurred again.

The dark closet was gone and replaced with a bedroom on the second floor. He saw a woman, wearing a creamy white T-shirt and jeans, with her hair tied back in a simple bun, standing by the bed, with her sleeves rolled up, bending over waist, slowly put his hands behind the man sleeping on the bed, and then frowned and gritted his teeth, trying to hug the man up.

But she slipped her hand suddenly, and the man fell limply on the bed again. She stood by the bed, looked left and right in fright, afraid of being discovered, ran out in a panic and closed the door again. After locking it, she ran all the way to the hospital, and quietly dragged the doctor to Wutong Garden.

When the doctor was examining the man, she stood aside cautiously wringing her fingers, biting her lips tightly with her snow-white teeth, bleeding out from the bite, and she didn't let out a breath until the doctor said there was no serious problem.

When the doctor packed up the tools, he told her not to worry and would not tell the eldest lady, so she finally showed a cute and grateful smile.

At that time, she was only 22 years old, she was not strong enough, she would shed tears when something happened, she didn't dare to straighten her back at any time, she didn't dare to be indifferent to others, in this house, she was always submissive.

He saw that when there was no one in the room, she was sitting by the bed, holding the man's hand, and saying over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

He saw the sun rising and the moon setting. The woman rolled her sleeves and pushed the heavy solid wood desk in the study over and over again. The desk was very old. Although it was not big, it was only 1.3 meters long and [-] centimeters wide. It is very heavy with the lower cabinet.

She pushed the table, sweating profusely.

Then she stood in front of the table, let out a deep breath, clasped her hands on both sides of the table, and shouted: "Get up!" The table was finally off the ground, but suddenly "boomed" it stood firmly on the ground again.

On the fifth day, she could move the table two or three steps.

On the sixth day, she could move the table and walk one meter.

He saw that her arms were full of collapsed tendons, and the sweat dripped onto the table. There was no way to wipe off the sweat on her face, until the sweat rolled into her eyes, and she finally closed her eyes in pain. The table is on the ground again.

After drying the sweat from her eyes, she continued to move the table. When moving the table out of the bedroom, her back was hit hard by the door lock, but she didn't stop halfway.

In the middle of the night, she was finally tired. She walked into the bathroom but didn't take a shower, wiped it with a towel but didn't dare to take a shower, turned her back to the mirror with her naked body, and looked back at her back in the mirror, taking care not to let the towel get on her wound .

After one month and three days, she was finally able to buckle the edge of the solid wooden table and move the table back and forth three times.

She walked into the bathroom excitedly, started to turn on the hot water, put her hands into the bathtub, tried the water temperature, and went through the information to see how many degrees of water temperature are most suitable for vegetative people, then threw the water thermometer into the bathtub, and adjusted it over and over again. water temperature.

This time she changed into clean suspenders and sports shorts and walked to the bed, bent down and took off the clothes of the man on the bed, picked him up easily, walked into the bathroom steadily, and carefully put him into the bathtub. She also sat in, hugged the man from behind, and slowly bathed him, asking him while washing, "Jin Cheng, do you feel comfortable taking a bath?"

The man's head was slightly tilted back, and the back of his head was knocked on the top of her forehead, his eyes were closed, and he was so quiet that he didn't say a word.

She was behind him, weeping uncontrollably.

This is empathy. Every worry, fear, inferiority complex, and pain she experienced was engraved on him.

"On January 2010, 1, I will cut Jincheng's hair tomorrow. I don't know why. Last month was on the 8th, and this month is also planned to be on the 9th. I think I will cut his hair on the 9th in the future. Forever , really auspicious.

I bought a lot of wigs to cut this month, and tomorrow I will definitely be able to cut him a very handsome hairstyle, as handsome as when I first saw him for the first time.

I took a bath for him yesterday, and at night, lying beside him, I could feel that he was in a much better mood.

In the future, I will use less air conditioning for him, and take him to bathe more. From next week, I will take him downstairs early in the morning to bask in the shade of the flowers passing through the tree gaps in the morning. The doctor said that he can supplement calcium in the sun. "

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"January 2010, 1, I cut Jin Cheng's hair today. I sat on a stool by the bed and placed him horizontally in the middle of the bed. I still put it on.

This evening, I gave him a bath again, and I think he is very happy.

When I closed my eyes, I seemed to hear his laughter, but the laughter was very vague. I have never heard of his real laughter. I only remember his cold and arrogant expression, and his sarcasm A disdainful gesture, so proud.

But if he smiles when he is happy, he must be charming.

When he wakes up, I must support him, show me a smile, and listen to him.

Well, it must be.

I know he'll be fine.

I will take good care of him and make him well. "

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"April 2010, 2

This is my first Valentine's Day since I got married, and it's different from any other Valentine's Day. I used to be single, but now I'm married.

My husband has a prominent family background, he is a handsome man, not only has a beautiful temperament, but also has a tall and straight height. I know from the people of Wutongyuan that my husband is an excellent man. He was no longer at the age of 16 I paid money to the accountant of Pei's family. I also know that Jincheng Holdings is very big and it is my husband's hard work. I think I must manage it well, otherwise how can I be worthy of being Pei Jincheng's wife?

Every Valentine’s Day in the past, I would receive a lot of gifts, whether it was flowers or luxury goods, some were thoughtful, some were expensive, maybe there were too many, so I didn’t know how to cherish them.

Qiyang invited me to dinner today, but I declined, today is Valentine's Day, how can I spend it with Fa Xiao?I should go home and be with my husband, otherwise he will be jealous if a beautiful wife like me spends Valentine's Day with someone else.

I know that Valentine's Day flowers are very expensive, but I'm not afraid, I'm a wealthy young lady, I have a lot of money, I can buy satisfactory flowers anytime.

Even so, I skipped work in the morning and went to the florist and paid in advance to order a bouquet of roses.

What's Valentine's Day without chocolate?Even if I don't like it, I still need it, so I went to the supermarket to buy chocolate.

When I got off work, I got out of the car with a large bouquet of fiery roses. When the servants at home saw it, they all looked surprised. I didn’t really care. It’s their business if they want to be wrong. explain.

Grandpa ran into me, and he teased me too, "It seems that I received a lot of gifts today."

I was in such a good mood at the time that I shrugged my shoulders at him, "Today is Valentine's Day, I bought it as a gift for Jin Cheng."

In the evening, I lit candles in my room.

The candles are so beautiful. I bought them at a flower shop. I have never found out that the merchants are so clever. They can make candles into pink hearts and embed them in the glass. The flame in the middle dances softly like a throbbing heart heart.

I put a pink heart candle on Jincheng's bedside, and had a candlelight dinner with him.

The chocolate in my mouth melted, it was sweet and slippery, Jincheng's lips are very good, in fact, there is no place for him to look bad, so I thought, how can there be no kisses in such a romantic Valentine's Day ?

I licked the chocolate from the tip of my tongue to my lips, leaned down, kissed him, and made his lips taste of chocolate.

On February 2010, 2, for the first time in my life, I kissed a man sincerely, proactively and formally. That man was my husband——Pei Jincheng, the man I fell in love with at first sight. is my life partner. "

....The second update is over. I recommend a copy of my wife Sanchuan's article "The President Forces Marriage, Provoking Love and Marrying". In a word, if you give a reward, you can do anything.Many relatives say that it is crocodile tears, it is not easy, let me kiss you cute little crocodiles.