Shu Ya had never doubted Zhuo Hao's love to her until she found a hickey on his shirt.
Shu Ya had never doubted Zhuo Hao's love to her until she found a hickey on his shirt.
Recently, Shu Ya felt a little strange about Zhuo Hao.
She can't say what's strange, that is, she feels much busier than before, working overtime is a common occurrence, her dark circles are very heavy, and she always looks tired, so she doesn't say anything to him.
Shu Ya felt distressed, distressed, and uneasy at the same time because Zhuo Hao never kept secrets from her about her previous work.
Zhuo Hao is a well-known model husband in their circle. They are at the same level. When he chased Shu Ya, it was called a warm one, and all the girls in the school were envious.
Even though they have been married for nine years now and their daughters are both 5 years old, Zhuo Hao still has no shelf for school grass. He not only keeps the company in good order, but also does almost all the housework, turning Shu Ya into a princess.
But today...
"Hello, the phone you dialed can't be connected for the time being..."
Shu Ya hung up the phone. It was already eleven o'clock. The food on the table was cold. Zhuo Hao's phone still couldn't get through.
In previous festivals, Zhuo Hao would prepare gifts early, but today is their wedding anniversary, and he didn't come back early.
Shu Ya opened WeChat and turned over his circle of friends, and found that he sent new news in the afternoon.
"Wife, I love you! You are very beautiful in the red skirt I gave you!"
It turned out to be a confession to her.
Shu Ya smiled sweetly. After laughing, his heart thumped.
When did he give her a red dress?
In the beginning, she wanted to buy one, but he rejected it, saying that red was not suitable for her. Now he sends such a circle of friends. Is it other women who express his feelings?
Shu Ya's heart suddenly lifted up, ready to call again, just then, the door opened.
Zhuo Hao's tall and straight figure appeared at the door, wearing formal leather shoes, his face was also very handsome, and he looked particularly pleasing to the eye.
He held a bunch of flowers in his hand and handed them to her affectionately.
"Wife, happy anniversary. You have worked hard over the years. I picked it up in the rose garden on the outskirts of the city and gave it to you."
Shu Ya saw that his shoes and trousers were stained with dirt. It turned out that he didn't come home so late to give her a surprise, and he immediately felt guilty for his previous doubts.
"Thank you, husband, wash your hands and eat-shh, keep your voice down, Kinsley is already asleep."
Shu Ya took the rose and planned to find a vase to insert it. When he opened the package, he paused.
This bunch of roses is beautifully packaged, with lace stacked one on top of another, and four bows tied in the place where you hold it. This packing method is clearly unique to the flower shop downstairs.
A closer look shows that the petals on the outer layer are also a little withered. Obviously, they were not just picked, but bought, as Zhuo Hao said.
Zhuo Hao is lying!
Shu Ya's heart is half cold. If he didn't go to pick flowers, where did he go?
With doubt, she turned back to the living room and helped Zhuo Hao take off his coat.
"Husband, have you been very busy recently?"
Hearing her ask, Zhuo Hao hesitated and looked a little unnatural. "Not bad."
"Is it really okay?" Shu Ya pretended to casually ask, "When you send friends, how can you say I have a red skirt?"
"How can you see that circle of friends?!"
Zhuo Hao's voice suddenly increased, and then he found himself rude and made a haha. "Didn't I want to surprise you? I was going to buy you a red skirt."
Shu Ya stared into his eyes, wondering if he should believe him.
He doesn't like to tell surprises in advance. If he really wants to give her a gift, he usually doesn't send friends first.
Shu Ya told himself not to be suspicious. After all, Zhuo Hao has been very kind to her for so many years.
She forced a smile. "That's a deal. You'll give me a red skirt."
Zhuo Hao seemed relieved and hugged her and kissed her. "If my wife wants it, don't say one, I'll buy you one hundred."
Shu Ya smelled chewing gum in his mouth and untied his tie without much thought.
The next second, Shu Ya froze and stared straight at Zhuo Hao's neckline in wait for a while.
On the snow-white neckline, there is a bright lipstick mark!
An anthology series of gay stories. Some funny, sad, explicit, and out right dirty. Each chapter tittle is the name of the story's protagonist. The stories are mostly in a high school setting, showing the fun and challenges of being gay.
When Cassandra's mother is diagnosed of a brain injury with no relative to turn to and no help forthcoming, Cassandra is forced to do the unthinkable which gets her tangled in a web of three men. And the result? Unwanted pregnancy. Amsey has never had a fatherly love and on finding Cassandra stranded and alone, he takes her in, offering to be the father of her child. But things aren't always as they seem as betrayal sets in, secrets get revealed, mysteries; unravelled, or if you'd like, puzzles; solved. Who will the father of the child be? The hypocritical Reverend, The deceitful John or the grumpy Employer? Oh! And not to forget; the foster father who is back after his betrayal? "The Child's Father" is a beautiful Nigerian tale which will keep you at the edge of your seats.
Emma Cole, a nerd in high school and untouched all throughout her life at a community college, was abandoned by her birth parents and grew up in foster care homes all around New York. Whenever her name was mentioned, the people who knew her laughed and called her foul names, since she looked like the female version of Steve Urkel and was easy to pick on and belittle. She had no sense of style. All she wore were big dresses that hid her tiny figure underneath and glasses which didn"t do her eyes any justice. She owned one bag-- a beat-up leather she received as a gift from a spelling bee contest her freshman year in high school. Though she went to school, she had no friends, no family, and no one to teach her about becoming a lady. Emma had done everything by herself since she was one year old-- the age she was dumped by her parents into the foster system. At age twenty three, she lived in a very small apartment by herself. She wasn"t able to land a high-paying job to afford a good house, as of yet. Every time she applied to a vacant position she may have seen in a newspaper in the cafe, they would turn her down when she went to the interviews and the interviewers took one look at her. Appearance was more than her qualifications if she wanted to land a job as a receptionist or personal assistant at one of the big firms in New York City. Emma decided to stop hoping for a better job and stuck with being a waitress at Carl"s Cafe. Her hell on earth. Carl was the manager and owner of the cafe. A grown man, forty-five years old, who had experienced all the things he had chosen to chase in his pathetic life. He was a terrible boss and treated his employees as his personal slaves with low wages. One of his nasty habits was hitting on his female employees while on the job, but he never hit on Emma. Although she was a female, she just wasn"t his type and was too unattractive to even be bothered with.
The ancients said: Happiness can't be bought with money! But ancient things aside, by the 23rd century, everything in the world has become private property, and people without money can't even breathe. This is an era when even oxygen has to be sold in supermarkets! "That's right, that is to say-money is omnipotent! Although money may not buy happiness, it can buy magic! As long as you use the latest mobile phone developed by our Miracle Group, it will..." Walking in the spacious street, Su Yue glanced at the advertisement played on the huge display screen of the skyscraper. She didn't know how many times she had listened to this line these days, and her ears were going to cocoon. "Really, Xiaoyueyue, wait for me." Behind the sound almost to let her get goose bumps of affectionate cry, Su Yue helplessly back, see is a drag two huge suitcase difficult in the crowd through the woman. "Qin Hailan, I repeat, don't call me with that strange scale." Very not easy to drag two huge suitcases to the front of Su Yue, then the woman was able to catch her breath, but I don't know why Su Yue always feel she is installed. "Who told Xiaoyueyue that you are so cruel to let people take two suitcases? This is very heavy..."
Prequel Because of a woman, the magic wolf clan suffered the disaster of genocide, and finally there were only three people left: the king, the heaven sacrifice, and the ghost pity-inscription Eight dwarf long-haired white horses, carrying a flaming soft sedan chair, marched at a very slow speed on the white Yuan Ye under the escort of thousands of white knights. The sedan chair is covered with furry snow mink, and there are several soft couches. There are ink, paper and inkstones and various books on the cases, which are like a study. The four corners of the soft sedan chair are equipped with heaters, which are as warm as spring, and seem to be in another world on the cold snow field. Xiao Bingjun knelt on the soft pear mat and was painting at his desk. The bright red skirt is scattered around the body, and the long black hair is draped on it, which makes her as delicate and charming as the hibiscus blossoms in bud. Compared with her twin sister, she always seems to be happy when she turns sixteen. Even if she knew that she was going to marry a man who didn't even know his appearance and temperament, she didn't think it was a serious matter. Since she married the king of Moram two years ago, she woke up lonely every night. But love son said not to let others know that she will wake up at night, she had to go to love son's pear garden every time, and love son's favorite pear tree chat. "Young master, who are you drawing?" Qingyin, one of the little maids kneeling beside her, asked curiously. The other three ladies-in-waiting gathered together, saw the completed portrait of the teenager, and chirped about it. "Silver hair." "Where in the world can there be such a beautiful person?" "It seems... where have you heard of such a person... hey, even your eyes are silver?" The teenager in the picture is wearing an elegant white robe, with long silver hair that grows to the waist hanging on his back. His handsome face is not like a mortal with a gentle smile, which makes the looking figure warm by the warm spring day. Xiao Bingjun bent his eyebrow eye, and two beautiful smiling vortices appeared on his lips. "I don't know, it's a dream person." Since falling into a lethargy at the age of eight, she has often seen things she had never seen before. Beautiful prairie, endless sea and forest, prosperous city than ice city, and people of all colors... When she was ten years old, she saw him, and from then on, "she" always followed him, so long as she looked at him, she would feel extremely happy. She did not know what was wrong with her, but she knew very well that everything she had seen in her dream was true, and so was the young man. After her son left, she even often went to visit her in Moran. It's just that love is always unhappy, which makes her unable to be happy. Now she finally wants to live the same life as Lian Er, and finally wants to know why Lian Er is unhappy. The maid almost lost her manners and opened her mouth. Fortunately, she was well trained on weekdays and controlled it in time, but no one questioned the silver-haired boy again. Ever since young master awoke suddenly in the spring when the pears blossomed, her strange lethargy for nearly eight years has become a taboo topic in the palace and the whole ice city, and no one dares to express any opinion on this issue at this time. Xiao Bingjun didn't feel anything about the sudden silence of the maids. He looked at the teenager in the painting gently and murmured, "I really hope I can really meet him..." I'm just afraid I won't have a chance in the future. Since she awoke, she could no longer go wherever she wanted, and could only stay in the palace every day, let alone look at him or his son again. I heard that the rules of Heiyu Temple are strict. Maybe I can only live there all my life, and I can't go anywhere. Thinking of Heiyu Temple, she can't help but think of the Lord of Heiyu Temple, whom she is about to entrust for life. I don't know what kind of person he will be. When she was in the palace, she overheard the old ladies-in-waiting talking, as if to say that he was very old and had heard of him when they were young. So how big is it? Will it be a white-haired grandfather? But it's amazing. It can make Heiyu Hall stand tall at the border between the Central Plains and the desert without being influenced by various forces. Any race and country should be afraid of him. There is nothing wrong with marrying such a person. Why should Mammy sigh and the attendants look at her with pity? Xiao Bing Jun puzzled and tilted his head, still laughing innocently. The teenager in the portrait in front of her seems to be responding to her thoughts, and her smile looks more dazzling than the sun. The maids looked at the girl's innocent expression, and they couldn't help sighing quietly in their hearts. Clearly, it is exactly the same face. Why is young master, the ice king, not as intelligent and governor as young master without love? It is really worrying. Go back?
It had been heard that Gu Qingrong, a handsome short track speed skater in University A, was a cold man of bad temper. It turned out that he was witnessed helping a cute girl to carry belongings on the day of freshman registration. People laughed and asked him to introduce that cute girl. He said in an aloof tone, "Zeng Ranran, my girlfriend." Born a family full of doctors, Zeng Ranran accidentally knew the secret of Gu Qingrong, a prince of University A. So she wanted to help him achieve his dream to be a member of the national team and take part in the Olympic Winter Games. One day, he stood in front of her, face aloof and voice hoarse, "Zeng Ranran, I don't want my secret revealed again. So there is a solution to it now.""What?""How about being my girlfriend?"
Taraji Inez Monroe was going through the toughest time of her life. Her mother had been diagnosed with a serious heart condition and needed emergency surgery to get a stent put in. The only problem was that the surgery cost a fortune, and Tara was desperate to find a way to save her mother's life. She had been blessed with good looks and a banging body, and she knew that there was only one thing she could sell to raise the money her mother needed. And what better place than a high-end club to kickstart her plan where she knew the highest bidders would be? As she made her way through the swarming mass of people, her gaze fell upon a man who emanated an aura of mystery. He was ruggedly handsome, with sharp features and a firm jawline. His eyes were deep-set and piercing. Despite his captivating appearance, there was an air of arrogance about him that made her hesitate and before she knew it, she was in his hotel room bent over. Antonio Nikos Valioso, the bipolar heir claimed her virtue in the most brutal way possible and then announced that he would marry her as tradition demanded. ...
Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace. But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge. A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart. Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn. But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left? A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again? She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe.
Noelle was the long-lost daughter everyone had been searched for, yet the family brushed her off and fawned over her stand-in. Tired of scorn, she walked away and married a man whose influence could shake the country. Dance phenom, street-race champ, virtuoso composer, master restorer-each secret triumph hit the headlines, and her family's smug smiles cracked. Father charged back from abroad, mother wept for a hug, and five brothers knelt in the rain begging. Beneath the jeweled night sky, her husband pulled her close, his voice a velvet promise. "They're not worth it. Come on, let's just go home."
She came to survive. He was born to rule. Fate made them mates. And that's where the nightmare began. Evangeline has spent her whole life on the edge, unwanted, unclaimed, and surviving in the shadows of Crescent Moon Pack. A omega by blood and an outcast by choice, she's learned to keep her head down and her scars hidden. But when her dying uncle asks her to enroll at Blackclaw Academy, a school built on bloodlines, brutality, and unforgiving rules..... she agrees. For him, not for herself. She expected whispers. Glares. Even cruelty. What she didn't expect was Ronan Nightbane. The future Alpha. Cold. Untouchable. Worshipped. Feared. And the one the Moon Goddess bound her soul to. Being his mate should've meant protection. Belonging. Destiny. But Ronan wants none of it. He rejects her in front of the entire academy. Mocks her. Marks her as nothing more than a mistake. A threat. A girl born of nothing, who means even less. But Evangeline? She doesn't break. Not for him. Not for anyone. Because the power buried inside her was never meant to be found. The truth behind her blood could burn the entire pack system to the ground. And Ronan, no matter how hard he fights it.... can't stay away. Their bond is poisonous. Addictive. Dangerous. And when war creeps closer and secrets claw their way into the light, he'll have to make a brutal choice: Reject her... or ruin them both.
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