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

Chapter 99
I simply didn't do it, and kept on doing it, imitating her tone, holding my throat and saying: "Brother Ming, look, look, sister Nuomin is bullying me."

Ding Nuomin was half dead with anger: "You—"

I laughed "haha" again.

Cheng Yiming was driving the car and kept silent. At this time, he glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't see any emotions.But his eyes are dark and dark, like thinking about something, but also like thinking about nothing.

I tried my best not to smile.

In my heart, it's not that I don't feel bored, and at the same time feel that I am so naive.It's really full of food and I have nothing to do. Fighting with Ding Nuomin is not a drama of golden branches and desires in the Sixth Courtyard of the Three Palaces of the ancient emperors. Interested in playing this boring game with us.

I didn't like the piano concert called Maksim Mrvica—it wasn't bad, but my level was limited and I didn't know how to appreciate it.

I don't like piano music, I feel that I have to hear it in my ears, it is simply noise, and I suffer.It's better to go to a concert and see those stars singing and dancing on the stage, that's called passion.

Cheng Yiming and Ding Nuomin were mesmerized when they heard it.

I am 1 meters tall, with dyed hair, casual clothes, earrings, tattoos... the charming appearance of a typical Eastern European man, the European neoclassical prince named YakimaMrvica, and the sound of the piano master, and I have a date with Zhou.

Not only did I sleep, but I also dreamed.

I dreamed that I was back in my childhood.

I was very tough when I was a child, and everyone else had a father but I didn't, so there were mischievous children who called me "Ono/Zhong".I hate these three words the most.

In my dream, I quarreled with a girl in my class. She couldn't beat me, so she ran to complain to her cousin, who was two years older than us, crying.After a while, a little boy with a thick head and a tiger head, one head taller than me, rushed into the classroom aggressively.

He pointed at my nose and cursed: "Ono/Chong, what are you? How dare you bully my cousin?"

At first, seeing his aggressive and vicious appearance, I felt timid, but the three words "Ono/Zhong" hurt me deeply.

My barbaric factor broke out, and my wolf blood boiled immediately.

All of a sudden, I forgot to be afraid.

I didn't care how much I weighed, I rushed forward, raised my hands, and exerted all my strength, like Mei Chaofeng, the perverted murderous female devil in the martial arts TV series, with a move of "Nine Yin" "Bone Claw" went over, and with a "snap", the little boy gave me a hard slap on the face.

On the little boy's small face, there were five light, thin, and clear red finger prints.

He was shocked and covered half of his face.

He was just gearing up, starting from "a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands". The [-]-mile long march has just taken the first step of the idea of ​​violent tendencies, and has not yet reached the stage of implementing force actions to "use violence to control violence". , I was snatched ahead of him.

It took a long time for the little boy to realize that he was beaten.

He became angry with embarrassment, widened his eyes, and yelled loudly: "Xiaoye/zhong, how dare you beat me? I won't show you some color, I didn't beat you to pieces, you were in a mess, and you were crying for your father and mother." I am not a man!"

While talking, the little boy performed a very beautiful move of "Wild Goose Spreading the Wings", and then "Black Tiger Pulling Out His Heart". Before he could show his superb and powerful Shaolin Kung Fu to me, I had already grabbed the stool next to him and held it high. He got up and slammed it on his head.

The little boy's head suddenly blossomed.

Blood flowed all over his face.

I was frightened and stupid, and I was at a loss when suddenly there were bursts of warm applause in my ears.I was startled, woke up suddenly, and quickly opened my eyes.Ah, it turned out that it was Nankeyimeng—not exactly a dream, it was my childhood experience.

The applause continued.

It turned out that the concert was over, and the audience stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

I quickly stood up and applauded.

Ding Nuomin didn't miss any chance to taunt me. She laughed: "Sister Lala, are you awake? What did you dream about just now? You were actually drooling. Tsk tsk tsk, MaksimMrvica's piano music is really so amazing ? It’s so amazing that it makes you drool in your dreams?”

I put a blank face and pretended not to hear.

Because of the dream just now, I feel inexplicably depressed.

Ding Nuomin was still mocking: "Sister Lala, it seems that such an elegant music venue is not suitable for you. If I were you, why not go here and sleep comfortably at home with a pillow? Make a fool of yourself?"

I pursed my lips tightly, but still didn't speak.

Because, really, really, don't want to say it.

Cheng Yiming looked over indifferently, and suddenly said: "Enough, Nuo Min. If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

I was a little surprised, I didn't expect Cheng Yiming to help me.

Ding Nuomin was offended, her face turned red and then white, white and then blue, blue and then purple.

She elongated her face.

After getting in the car, Ding Nuomin didn't speak, neither did I.

Cheng Yiming is also silent is golden.

The music was playing in the car, and it was Faye Wong's "But the Original People Are Long": "...There are many intersections in life, and I often don't know whether to go left or right. Sometimes I feel lonely, and occasionally I want to find someone to walk with. I can't force it too much. I can't be too free and go with the flow, but I pursue it. Sincerely holding hands, I hope people will last forever..."

I hope that people will last long.

Because I fell asleep at the piano concert and couldn't sleep when I got home.

Later, he simply got up from the bed and turned on the computer.

Doing nothing, extremely cheap wrote a paragraph on QQ: Is love like clothes?Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that love is like shoes.The person you like, the person you once loved, are like a pair of shoes, they will squeeze your feet when you first put them on, and they will go smoothly when you walk more.But the shoes, although they are more comfortable to wear, will one day get old, worn out, and outdated. When they are most comfortable to wear, they will go into the trash.Moreover, a person can own more than N pairs of shoes at the same time - that is to say, a man or a woman can have N favorites at the same time, and also has, and once liked, N people.

I don't know why I wrote this sentence.

Unexpectedly, someone soon commented: Love is not clothes or shoes, it is Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, it is Romeo and Juliet.True love is not necessarily a perfect match in the eyes of others, but the mutual compatibility of the hearts of people who love each other; true love is to know how to cherish when you can love; true love is to know how to cherish when you can't love Know how to let go.Because, let go is to have everything... Please love when you cherish it. ——The person who commented was the prodigal son Yanqing.

I replied in his comment: Do you believe in love?
The prodigal son Yanqing replied: I believe it.

Let me reply again: Another fool who believes in love.

Yes, those who believe in love are fools—like me, I am a fool.

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(End of this chapter)