Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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"Sword" started in Hengdian.

On the first day of booting, Xu Jiamu didn't know what the wind was blowing, so he had to send Qiao An to come over.

Xu Jiamu's flight ticket, first class, three people sat in the same row, but Qiao Anhao and Xu Jiamu were separated by a passage.

Zhao Meng downloaded a movie on ipad in advance. When the plane took off, Zhao Meng turned on the ipad and had a headset with Qiao An, and looked at it.

Xu Jiamu took a newspaper sent by the stewardess and rolled his eyes at will. Finally, his sight was fixed on a color print on the penultimate page.

Song Xiangsi was wearing a pink gauze dress, standing on the red carpet, small and delicate chin lifted slightly, smiling brightly.

Xu Jiamu stared at the photo for a long time, and finally closed his newspaper with some impatience, stuffed it in the front magazine bag, then turned his head and looked at Qiao Anhao and Zhao Meng who were sitting sideways. On the screens of the two iPads, I saw Song Xiangsi's face again. The depression in my heart was even heavier. Xu Jiamu took a long breath and lowered the back of his seat a little, closing his eyes. However, in his head, he slowly hooked back to most of a month ago, and when he entered the room, he slammed Song Xiangsi slap that night.

Actually think about it now, he didn't even know how he slapped her on the face at that time, he just felt there was a breath in his chest, nowhere to vent, no brain consciousness, his hand waved out.

That slap, he played really hard, because he felt the pain of his palm being rebounded.

He regretted it on the spot, and even at that moment, there was a trace of panic in his heart. He instinctively wanted to squat down and apologize to her.

But when he looked at the woman, her eyes were clean, and no tears had shed, and her expression was calm and calm as if the slap was not thrown on her face. Organized his clothes and hair.

Her reaction made him feel that the person who had been slapped in a flash was not her, but him.

Such a picture is like the night when he had a car accident.

That night, at eight o'clock in the evening, he went to the airport to pick her up from France after finishing the announcement, took her to dinner, and gave her a gift, and returned to the apartment, he could not wait for the general Reached into her clothes, she was as obedient as before, but when both people's clothes were stripped off, he was about to enter her body, but she suddenly calmly spoke and said to him: "Jiamu ,let's break up."

At that time, his brain was full of kisses with her skin, only when she was joking, kissing her cheek, and did not take it seriously.

But she held out her hand and pushed him away, repeating the sentence just now: "Jiamu, let's break up."

He saw seriousness from the perspective of her eyes, not kidding. During a college period, in order to treat his father's disease, he ran to a woman who sold gold and gold brilliantly. A woman who had never talked about love for seven years, she even said to break up with him.

Even now, he doesn’t understand himself at the time. Why is he so angry? He always feels like his self-esteem has been trampled on by others. Without thinking about it, he said, "Am I doing better with you?"