indifference to tired, every quarrel would make

Han Ling flushed, say, of course I was a bitch, or else how will you come to Shenzhen?How else would you abortion?Otherwise, her tears suddenly welled up, just kick down the tire you hit me, you are not human? "Put nose a tear one cried for two hours, the meal did not care to eat.Shallow sleep before dawn for a moment wake tears quit, looking at the next snore thunder of Xiaoran of her suddenly sad, this is not the original that holding a rose, his desire to die a thousand times a million for their own the man of the times? - This is probably the so-called "three-year itch".Three years, the love gradually kill, loving, laughter, and even pain not only unbearable itching.All the exciting advantages have gradually become a disadvantage, from suspicion to hatred, indifference to tired, every quarrel would make the cracks bigger deeper, not repair, can not bridge called love?That is Xiaoran from Wuhan back the next day, after dinner, two people scattered for a moment step unknowingly comes to her stomach.In accordance with the meaning of Han Ling, Xiao Ran anyway to make money, feed their families is not a problem, so stick to be born.A talk about this Xiaoran impatient face suddenly sank down, analyze the current situation with her, talking, and suddenly the heart of a dynamic, Yin Cece emerge one sentence: "I ask you, that night What are you doing it?Why not call me back? "- War is such a cause.Han Ling live sound excuse, that was to accompany the boss entertainment, really, really did not hear.This boss is originally Xiaoran a heart disease, Han Ling say that two days clearly requested sick leave, how to talk to him to engage in together?The more they want the problem is more, increasingly harsh tone, Han Ling fast urgent cry, throat burst nausea, bent vomit vomit vomit half-day saliva Xiaoran coldly standing next to, how to look how I feel She is guilty installed, an idea in your head snapping chaos jumping, and simmer for a long time, and finally blurted out: "Well, Han Ling, the child in the end is who?" - Liu Yuan back to Shenzhen, is already the middle of the night after Huanggang food street, he chose the side of the road a tall, plump northeast girl around her through the lights in the market, back open, clear solitary home.Pager beeping of the door, the desk rang twice, quietly at rest in the darkness.Liu Yuan turn on the light, looked at the information, Han Ling said: I was hurt, can you talk?Yuan Liu smiled and shut the pager thrown into a drawer, then undressed, lay down on the girl side, looking out at the stars of light, smiling, said, Come -