Chapter 1375 Self -Destruction
Just a look, but awakened the reality in Qiong-Carter's mind-
What she needed, what she needed, what she needed, what she needed, those suffering and pain, those depression and chaos, vented.
Instantly, drowned her.
The smile on the corner of the mouth was slightly stiff, slowly calming down little by little, and if he lost his mind, he was immersed in his thoughts.
confused. Puzzled. Lost.
How should she continue to live? Continue to be surrounded by critical and examined eyes in the Famous Field, or turn around and leave the seclusion forest?
How should she tell Johnny's things that is not that simple. They are no longer children, and can they do whatever they want with an admirable heart?
Should she be single? Did she no longer chase her happiness, and she will always be confused by labels of marriage failure?
Thinking, like a volcanic blowout, but could not sort it clearly, all intertwined and entangled.
This reminded Ryei just now.
The whole crew rumors and rumors were booming. Ruis could not help worrying about Anson and really worried about Anson. Because she had experienced such a situation and situation, she knew how much pressure was behind the bright surface. friendly.
Rui Qian really likes Anson -as an actor and partner.
However, what about Anson?
Lightly described, I didn't care, that kind of self -proclaim made her look like a fool. Her concern and concern should be very stupid to Anson.
Sure enough, there are differences between people and people; and the difference between men and women is even greater. Although it is not all the situation, society is often tolerant of men.
After all, this is a "man of a man's man", just like the classic song sang.
Not only Anson.
The same is true of Ryan-Philip.
As an actor, Ryssie thought Ryan could maintain his sense and understand his work.
Ruis has never complained about Ryan's performance work, even if she needs to shoot very intimate drama, she also told herself that it was work.
But what about Ryan?
Since learning that Ruis is about to shoot "walking with the song" with Anson, he has been ridiculed and scrambled, and it has nothing to do with the content of the filming. Ryan just does not like Anson purely, and even asked Ruis to withdraw from the song. "Pass" crew.
Ryssie believes that Ryan is making a noise, and she should not have a reason to sacrifice her career because of Ryan's little emotions.
Imagine that if you change a position, Ryei is noisy and asked Ryan to refuse a work for their marriage. How would people judge her? How would he attack her?
She refused.
She is also an actor. She also has her own career. She also has her own life. Although she loves Ryan and still loves it deeply. Although she and Ryan have a beautiful marriage and have bred two lives, she still refuses to sacrifice herself. Career.
Before her wife and child's mother, she was first of all, Rysso Wituzpen. Only she had a complete personality, and she could better complete her work in the position of her wife and mother. Isn't it? If even she can't realize her own existence, how can she play a role in the position of her wife and mother?
See ghost!
Once again, she seemed to have met, and she continued to experience such a thing, holding her throat deadly.
She can't breathe.
This scene fell in Johnny's eyes. He kept looking at Joan Carter, his eyes never left, immersed in the happiness of the melody unable to extricate himself. Johnny felt it, and felt the sweetness and happiness in Joan Carter's singing. He knew that Joan Carter didn't feel it, she was the same as herself, which also confirmed his conjecture; He has always avoided himself, and he can't see the reason.
Johnny then felt Joan Carter's swing and retreat again.
It was easy to find a little bit of figure from the shell, leaking a little bit of heart, seeing that it was about to shrink back, and closed yourself again.
This made Johnny's attentiveness, showing a touch of loss and sadness in his eyes, and helpless.
What should he do?
How should he let Joan Carter understand his mind, how should he break Joan Carter's defense, and how should he break the window paper between them?
Between the electric light, the countless thoughts rammed in my mind.
For a while, he turned his head and dizzy, and Johnny had an impulse, a impulse that might destroy everything but still can't suppress.
Righteousness, holding the reins, Johnny held his breath.
However, the more this is, the more urgent the more restlessness, as if a pasteless brain cannot sort out clear thoughts, the roar of the hangover and the chaos of alcohol make the heart unable to control it. The perfect illusion, happiness seems to be able to reach the tentacle. Just need to be a little brave and bold, he can have everything that dreams.
Then, he did this-
The magic was like, and when he stepped forward, he fell a kiss in that beautiful cheeks.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
The soft and warm touch, like a cloud, has returned to reality before you have time, and looked at the beautiful woman ignorant.
Slightly, I have not been able to return to God for the time being.
Joan Carter also stunned the same, immersed in his own thoughts, and before he had time to sort out clear thoughts, he encountered a raid. She raised her head to look at Johnny conditionally. The anger made everything disappear and the ambiguity disappeared, and the shame and anger that could not be controlled and described in an instant instantly broke out.
Joan Carter looked at Johnny coldly, without expression, no fluctuations.
"Don't. So. Do."
One syllable and syllable jump out of the way, crisp and sharp, straightforward, and even clearly felt that the glory in the eyes disappeared.
She looked directly at him.
Cold. Decisive. decisive.
She refused to obediently capture her hands. She refused to admit that men's loot. She refused to let it go like a Barbie doll. She refused to compromise and refused to surrender and refused to swallow.
She stared at his eyes without shrinking, suppressed and suppressed, and controlled the anger that was controlled and controlled after all.
Johnny was stiff.
Joan Carter did not give Johnny a chance and turned away without hesitation, without nostalgia, no hesitation, no timidity, and left straight.
The back, trying to stand upright, left positively; but after all, she couldn't hold on, and she couldn't even persist to leave the stage. The upper body curled up and covered her face with both hands. I even forgot my slippers, so I went away.
Despite her spicy and tough appearance, she is still a woman, a woman who grows under traditional culture, and a woman with pious faith. In traditional and herself, she cannot bear those harm after all.
Tears burned the cheeks.
(End of this chapter)