Chapter 3 I love you.

Their lives continued as before. He went home every day for some unknown reason, and Demi Moore always felt that the more time he spent thinking more and more, the more time going home also began to decrease. Go.

Today she got up very early, touched the other side of the bed, and the top was no longer warm. He got up earlier than her, put on her clothes, and prepared to go out.

When everything was ready, she picked up the phone and dialed a number.

It was not until a low voice came from the other side that she brought the phone to her ear: "Darling, I have to go out today; I may be back late; you can eat outside. Are not?" Her voice was soft, and her hand was unconsciously placed on her stomach.

Here, will there be good news?

"Yes, you know." The voice was extremely fluent, and then there was only the sound of hanging up. She stared at the phone for a long time. She had a lot of things to say, but forget it, talk later at night. She dropped the phone, then went out.

On the main road, someone randomly called her name.

"Demi Moore, Demi Moore..."

She turned her head as if someone was calling her; who was that?

A very tall man was walking over with a gentle smile and gold-rimmed eyeglasses on his face.

"Thomas Anderson." Demi Moore smiled softly at him, and this is her husband's good friend and subordinate.

"Demi Moore, where do you want to go?" Thomas Anderson smiled, showing two pure white teeth; his smile looked very beautiful, but it always made people think of a fox because his long and small eyes looked very similar. He is brilliant but has a good personality. Regardless of what others think, in Demi Moore's eyes, he is a good person, his eyes may appear clever, but there is always a kind of arbitrary simplicity.

"I just want to walk; someone at home is unfortunate." She smiled, deliberately finished speaking, and did not tell him she was going to the hospital.

She wanted a surprise so that she couldn't say it now.

"Demi Moore, I'm sorry, you know, Tom has been busy lately, so it's just you. Looking at her alone, Thomas Anderson felt a kind of heartache and regret. This girl is pitiful.

"It's okay, you know that." Demi Moore nodded once, knowing he was busy, so she could also walk alone for a nice walk. But, gently blinking her eyes, gloominess evident in her eyes, happy? She also really wanted someone to go by her side.

After all, this is only her wish.

Turning around, she did not meet Thomas Anderson's complicated gaze, which seemed to have sympathy and sympathy.

Staring at the figure that had gone far away, Thomas Anderson sighed softly. "Tom... Tom, leaving such a good girl, maybe you will regret it one day."

A girl whose fate is bound to be hurt, isn't she pitiful?

Coming out of the hospital, Demi Moore raised her head to see the strangely blue sky, the sun shining on her face, making her narrow her eyes slightly; a few breezes blowing on her cheeks brought an incredible feeling. Terri's salary, she lowered her head, took out a piece of paper from her bag, the words on the paper flashed into her eyes, and the test found that she was pregnant.

She got pregnant, married for over two years, and finally got pregnant.

Husband, he must be pleased; this is the crystallization of our love... She put her hand on her stomach, and it was hard to believe that there was little life growing up here. A child will appear in their lives in just a few months, and she doesn't know if he will be like her or like him.

Her husband, her husband, she slightly smiled; happiness on the lips can be intoxicating; she married him before graduating from university, married a handsome and rich guy that made her very proud. He is a great person, even though he was the white horse prince of many girls at school, but ultimately, he chose her. Because he said it, being with her makes him feel secure.

So she got married. Although the couple's love is not too strong for two years, it is also hot. Every day, she tries to do an excellent job as a wife; his company has grown tremendously this year, so there are many things to do, so she always takes care not to disturb him; even if he forgot the wedding anniversary, she didn't blame him either. She didn't blame him even if he didn't care for her like before.

Because she knows he is busy and swamped.

Baby, if your father knows you exist, he will be pleased. Although they have not planned to have a baby, although the baby came a little unexpectedly, she believes that he will like the baby very much this child.

From now on, next to her is not only him but there will be another baby for her and him.

Carefully putting the test paper in her pocket, she patted her face a little and laughed for a long time; her face was about to harden, and maybe other people thought she was an idiot. Waving her hand to call a taxi; even when she was sitting in the car, her lips couldn't stop curling, and the smile on her face broke the rules. Driving from the rear window, seeing the girl, she seems very happy; her face is also easy to see, her eyes are big, her inside is always soft, her lips are a bit pink, and her nose is not very high. However, it is very suitable for the five senses, making her face slightly more gentle.

A relaxed person, her smile, like a spring breeze, attracts even the driver, making his mood very good.

Demi Moore comfortably leaned back in her chair, going home now as a surprise to him. Anyway, she said that she might come home a little late today. She found out that she still hadn't had her period for two months, so she went to the hospital for a check-up; she didn't expect that she was pregnant, ah, the smile on the corner of her lips grew a little larger, she was pleased, but all All her happiness is his.

Placing her bag in her lap, she watched the scenery outside the car, a series of scenes drifting quickly behind, even though it was only a vague image in the end, but who could say it wasn't beautiful. ?

Getting out of the car, she stood in front of her house, still standing. A few cold winds occasionally blew across her smiling face, making hair fall on her cheeks, a little cold as ice, and a little itchy. .

She took a deep breath; it was the weekend; he must be at home, unsure if he was watching TV or resting. She doesn't know, and suddenly she lets him be big enough or not. Walking over, she opened the door, the smile on her face stiffening.

She frowned, and in front of the door, except for a pair of men's leather shoes, there was also a pair of purple high heels. The men's shoes know it's him, but these high heels are not hers; she doesn't like bold colors like this, and she wants all very light colors. Moreover, she is standing here; of course, the shoes are also on her feet, so whose is this?

Demi Moore can't think nonsense, don't think nonsense, she overthinks. She clutched the hem of her shirt, thinking her fingers were so strong that they turned white...

She gently closed the door, lifted her foot, and approached the shoes. However, the scene in the living room was like a thunderbolt in the clear and cloudy sky; her face was pale as she stood in the same place, her pupils shrunk a little, then her eyes fluttered slightly, and her lips were gone there was no Terri sound; she couldn't even say a word, she felt her throat hurt, her eyes were so hot that it was hard to open.

There's no need to panic, Demi Moore, it's not, it's not what you think, she clenched her fists, her lips sometimes quivered, and there was still no Terri sound. The blood on her face seemed drained, leaving only a pale piece.

Bow down, in the living room are all clothes. There are men's clothes, women's clothes, blue dresses, caravans, white inner clothes, short skirts, tops, even a black lingerie set... The haze in her ear transmitted to Terri, sounding like agony and joy, making her limbs slowly ice-cold. It seemed that all her strength had been taken away from others; her legs seemed frozen in place, unable to take a single step, until finally, she found some strength; she wobbled towards the room forward, and the voice was coming out from that place.

The closer she got, the heavier this Terri sound became, making her ears feel like a needle stabbed her, and her heart was broken.

Gently turning the handle, she pushed open the door, but obviously, the people inside overlooked her standing outside, still focused on doing her own thing; Terri's sounds all fell into her ears, as clear as So, the whole thing happened in front of her. She couldn't believe looking in the room, and the other bed was hers and his, the green bedding she'd changed in the morning, now it had been twisted and wrinkled, and one corner even fell to the ground.

And on that bed, two people are currently hugging each other tightly. The man's solid bareback stopped in her eyes, his loud breathing continued to resound, and the girl's white skin was exposed outside. The two hugged each other, the man's black hair mixed with the girl's long curly hair, pulled out and then rolled back, unable to distinguish whose it was. His panting sounds like a beast, now incredibly sexy and powerful. She had never seen him like this, and the girl was still hugging him tightly, even using her fingernails to scratch the antique bronze back, leaving deep marks.

A little pain is more stimulating, making the man growl, and the action is even more brutal.

Demi Moore's hand on the armrest was still unremoved, her eyes blankly staring at the two intersecting figures before her. The person constantly risking her life over there, is she the person she married for two years? Is the person you see every day called 'husband'? Blinking her eyes forcefully, did she see it wrong? Why is he such a stranger?

"I love you." The girl suddenly cried out, and a drop of sweat fell from the man's forehead onto the bed sheet she had just laid out in the morning and the girl's tall white chest.

"I love you too." The man suddenly raised his face, and the side of that handsome face forever remained in Demi Moore's eyes, causing her heartache and paralysis.

I love her, how about you?

"Ho..." The two sighed; the man used his hand to stroke the girl's long hair that was wet with sweat; his fingers were drawn with a strong charm, and the movement was incredibly soft and gentle. Although the hair is messy, it is extremely wild. On that side of his face, there's an unspeakable sensuality.

The girl comfortably leaned on his lap, blinking, her body shaking a little, then a scream. This scream can destroy the whole roof.

The man suddenly turned his head and saw the girl standing before the door, her face pale, her eyes blank and godless.