My Best Wife

Before he knew it, Fang Zhiqiang was already asleep, and a good night's sleep during this period was considered a luxury for Fang Zhiqiang. Lying on the soft bed, he soon fell asleep.

However, Li Xiaoxiao couldn't sleep anyway. Listening to Fang Zhiqiang's breathing that gradually lost control, she finally turned her head and looked at Fang Zhiqiang's familiar profile under the faint light.

After watching for a long time, she couldn't help but slowly stretch out her slender palm, wanting to gently stroke Fang Zhiqiang's cheek, even if she feels the stubble, it can make her feel that everything is happening now. It is true, Fang Zhiqiang is by his side, he still belongs to him, still loves himself, and their married life is still very happy.

Of course, these are just hints that she gave to herself in her heart. In fact, if all this is true, why does she even hint to herself like this?

After all, Li Xiaoxiao held it back. She did not stretch out her palm, nor did she touch Fang Zhiqiang’s side face. She just kept watching quietly, as if she could see the past and what they experienced. Everything is the same.

In the depths of Li Xiaoxiao’s heart, their previous experience cannot be forgotten, let alone erased. Every picture now thinks of it as if it happened yesterday, but why, it is clear that everything is exactly the same as before, but only Is your heart different?

The year has passed, and winter is like a wild goose returning from the south, gradually disappearing, and spring comes quietly.

Although the night breeze outside the window was still biting, it was a little more gentle and less cold.

The branches that are gradually budding are also announcing the departure of winter and the arrival of spring.

Everything is in the season of recovery, but the hearts of Fang Zhiqiang and Li Xiaoxiao alone are like the distant winter, and they will never return to the way they were before.

With the doubts in his heart, Li Xiaoxiao gradually fell into a deep sleep, and his palm was placed beside Fang Zhiqiang's body with nowhere to rest, but he never touched Fang Zhiqiang's skin one night.

Fang Zhiqiang is a very sleepy person. He didn't fall asleep until two o'clock last night, and he would wake up naturally at about ten o'clock.

But today I don't know why. When Fang Zhiqiang woke up, the sky outside was still dark. He looked sideways at Li Xiaoxiao who was sleeping, and Fang Zhiqiang gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After returning from the bathroom, Fang Zhiqiang looked at Li Xiaoxiao's quiet cheeks, as if they were sweet years in the past. Although they have passed away, they did not carve any marks on her face.

However, her cheeks have not changed, but now it seems that there is no sign of what it used to be.

"What the **** is going on?" Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help having such a doubt in his heart.

He shook his head severely, then walked to the bathroom again, ready to wash.

When Fang Zhiqiang walked out of the bedroom door, Li Xiaoxiao's closed eyes slowly opened. Seeing Fang Zhiqiang's departure direction, Li Xiaoxiao's eyes were blank and could not see the slightest emotion.

Yes, she didn't even know what she was thinking at the moment.

The person I love the most is obviously by my side, but I always feel that there is an invisible wall that separates the two of them in this way. Why did the two people who were once so intimate suddenly happen so big? Variety? Where is the problem?

This is a problem bothering Fang Zhiqiang and Li Xiaoxiao.

After Fang Zhiqiang finished washing, he returned to the room and saw Li Xiaoxiao still closed his eyes. He did not wake her up, although there were too many doubts in his heart that he wanted to solve, although he had a lot to say to Li Xiaoxiao at this moment. But he still did not speak.

But it wasn't time to go to work, but Fang Zhiqiang went downstairs after cleaning up.

He didn't go to the group immediately, but wandered downstairs.

It was dawn now, and the rising sun in the distance dyed the horizon into a brilliant red color. Looking through the treetops in the community, the brilliant red was torn apart.

Feeling the cold wind in the morning, Fang Zhiqiang rubbed his arms and suddenly heard the sound of an iron door opening next to him.

Fang Zhiqiang immediately turned his head and looked over, found that it was the owner of a small shop in the community, and opened the door.

Fang Zhiqiang walked over and said, "It's so early today!"

"Isn't it just after the new year? It's nothing. I just wanted to open the door early. Everyone should have a lot of things to buy!" The shop owner said kindly.

Fang Zhiqiang nodded, and then walked into the canteen.

"What do you want?" The commissary owner looked at Fang Zhiqiang with beaming eyes, and said.

Fang Zhiqiang is considered a celebrity in this community. When it comes to Mingda, no one does not know Fang Zhiqiang, and Mingda has become famous recently, and Fang Zhiqiang has naturally become a household name.

People in the entire community know that Fang Zhiqiang's father-in-law belongs to this community, so Fang Zhiqiang often runs here.

"Let's pack cigarettes." Fang Zhiqiang smiled and looked at the boss, and said softly.

"Cigarettes? Don't you smoke?" The commissary boss looked at Fang Zhiqiang with a surprised look, and said in a very suspicious tone.

"Bought it for someone else." Fang Zhiqiang froze for a while, then smiled again, pretending to be nonchalant, and said casually.

"Oh..." However, the owner of the commissary still has a face of doubt. With an identity like Fang Zhiqiang, who can actually let him come and help buy cigarettes in person?

But the boss did not continue to ask, and then said again: "What cigarette do you want?"

"Whatever." Fang Zhiqiang said casually again.

The boss suddenly became more puzzled. He raised his head and glanced at Fang Zhiqiang again, then hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes from the counter and handed it to Fang Zhiqiang without asking more.

The boss has obviously felt something. If it is buying cigarettes for others, how can it be casual?

And he could also see that Fang Zhiqiang's mood at the moment was rather bad, but he also knew that it was inappropriate for him to ask more.

Holding a pack of cigarettes, Fang Zhiqiang walked out, walked to the parking lot, sat in his car, tore open the cigarette packages, and looked at the cigarette pack’s prompt:'Smoking is harmful to health'.

Fang Zhiqiang smiled. This sentence was once his own motto, but now I see it again, but I have a different feeling.

He took out a cigarette and lit it with an action that was not so familiar. As the smoke rose, Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help but cough.

I haven't smelled this smell for too long, and now my body has begun to reject this smell.

Put the cigarette holder in your mouth, take a sigh fiercely, the thick smoke gradually enters the lungs along the throat.

There was a buzzing sensation on the head. I have to say that tobacco is really a magical thing, it seems to be able to numb the brain.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhiqiang felt a violent protest in his lungs, and his whole body seemed to start to become hot.

"Ahem!"

After coughing twice, the feeling still didn't abate. Fang Zhiqiang looked at the familiar cigarette but didn't want to smoke any more.

The car was suddenly filled with smoke. Sniffing the pungent smell, Fang Zhiqiang opened the window and threw the cigarette that he had only smoked out of the window. At the same time, he turned on the air conditioner again, hoping to quickly wipe out all the smoke in the car Get out.

After a while, Fang Zhiqiang's dry throat eased a little. He looked at the cigarette case in his hand again, and Fang Zhiqiang's eyes suddenly blurred.

Cigarettes have been with me for several years. I really felt that it was a good thing back then. When I was depressed and irritated, I would take a sip, as if my whole body would feel more comfortable.

When you are tired and exhausted, take a sip, as if the feeling of exhaustion can be completely dissipated.

Smoke is still the same as before, but I am no longer the same as I used to be.

Once I was addicted to cigarettes, but now, I can no longer stand its pungent smell.

Could it be that it is just like feelings, after a long enough time, huge changes can take place?

I have quit smoking for so long, and now I can no longer adapt to its taste.

It's as if it's been too long for me to devote myself to feelings, but now when I come into contact with feelings again, I'm already at a loss?

Thinking of this in his heart, Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help but feel confused again. Is it his feelings or his own heart that has changed?

'Smoking is harmful to health'.

‘Emotion is the most poisonous medicine’.

The golden sentences that once hung on the lips appeared before Fang Zhiqiang's eyes.

I used to treat these words as a joke, after all, they were just some meaningless spiritual chicken soup.

But now again, it seems that the birth of every golden sentence was summed up by countless forerunners after countless lessons!

In a word, as long as it exists, there must be a reason for its existence!

The more he thought about it, the more confused his mind was, Fang Zhiqiang shook his head fiercely, and at this moment, the phone rang again.

It was from Bi Luochun.

Fang Zhiqiang looked at the time, and it was less than seven o'clock. Fang Zhiqiang rubbed his eyes and answered the call.

"Qiangzi, I managed six of them last night. After my careful observation, there should be no major problems. Attorney Wang and others can be dispatched!"

Bi Luochun's voice was not loud, as if he was afraid that others would hear it, he whispered to Fang Zhiqiang.

After listening to this, Fang Zhiqiang immediately regained his energy, and he didn't expect Bi Luochun to handle the matter overnight!