Chapter 12: Seven-year itch is a bit sweet 5

Back in the room, He Ling was anxious and restless.
He got up late at night and went to the master bedroom, where he saw Miyazaki sleeping quietly on the left.
He couldn't sleep at night, but he was already asleep.
Sleeping on his side did not even "cross the border".
He Ling smoked a cigarette on the balcony, and he regretted it as soon as the sun came out the next day.
His principles are without principles before Miyazaki.
I don't want to know the answer, and I don't want to hold it. That's it, just keep the previous life.
You ca n’t be too greedy.
He has been around Gongzhen for seven years. If Gongzhen does not love him, what else can he do?
Just like that, Miyazaki has become accustomed to him and is used to his current life.
As long as he maintains the status quo, Miyazaki will maintain the status quo.
What's wrong, they live a loving life, even if only he is immersed in this love.
Think very well, but it is not easy to do it.
In the morning, He Ling didn't kiss Gong Ling, Gong Ling would not kiss him.
Before going out, He Ling didn't pester Gong Ai for a kiss, and Gong Ai went straight out of her clothes when she was dressed.
At noon, He Ling didn't go to Miyazaki for dinner. Miyazaki didn't even call him.
In the evening, He Ling refused to pick him up, and Gong Yan went home by himself.
Constantly testing, we get the cruelest reality.
Miyazaki does not love him.
Today at the club, He Ling was intentional.
He knew that Miyazaki would go there and get together with friends every time of the week.
Ten years as a day, thunder can't move.
For the past seven years, He Ling is most proud of the ring on her ring finger.
As long as someone talks, he can't wait to send the ring to his eyes, and tell him how good his partner is.
As soon as he spoke, the other party concealed himself and left.
For the first time, he said to others that Miyazaki was okay, but instead sat down and listened to others.
Actually, the man said nothing, He Ling couldn't hear it, he was just thinking about Miyazaki, if he would care a little.
Even if it wasn't for love, or even because he was worried about his departure.
Unfortunately, there is nothing.
Miyazaki didn't come, not even a phone call or a text message.
He clearly saw him and saw that he was not working, but unfortunately he didn't even ask a question.
He Ling had only those three words in his head.
Miyazaki said in a cold voice, the three words he said-it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter what he does.
He doesn't care if he loves him; he doesn't care if he doesn't love him.
He Ling smoked all night and drank all night. When she went back, she saw a peaceful face.
He couldn't help it.
He didn't want him to be so calm, he didn't want him to be so calm, he didn't want him to be so indifferent!
He Ling knew he didn't like the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and kissed him like this.
Gong Yan gave him a punch, and the smell in his mouth made He Ling sober.
This was a dream, a dream that he was trying to close his ears, closed his eyes, and would never wake up even if the thunder roared outside.
"Divorce." When He Ling said this, her heart seemed to be cut into pieces.
Gong Yan said, "Okay, let's go."