The man is not the toy _'s love clinic letting you absolutely occupy
She was the apple of one's eye of the family members while as a child, so long as she wanted, will be satisfied completely. So, beautiful baby, complete books, skating shoe, racing-cycle model, souvenir in the domestic and foreign beauty spot of Disney that can sing have been piled in her rooms
Let the girl of the same age envy it endlessly. When she began the love, she thought the man should got easily too.
She is beautiful and clever, except that a little overbearing, quite lovely. The man meets her, will be attracted immediately, after launching the fierce pursuit offensive, they are together happily. However, not lasting long, two people say good-bye. She associate odd boyfriends, end in failure. It is not only theirs that she can't stand oneself, can't totally have and control them, as completely as occupying her toy of childhood.
First man to do sculpture, she has known him in the cafe of the gate of the Art Museum. They have many common languages, his talent of overflowing sideways makes her fascinated. That period of time, she is accompanying him to look to even go to the not dry mountain all over the exhibition of each place of Shanghai. He draws a portrait for her, designs the clothes for her. However, when he creates, just as disappearing. She send mail to him, the intersection of call and he, watch he facing toward half funny face that does not finish, stare flankly one afternoon. Unreconciled to striving for the favour with a pile of mud finally, disappeared from his life.
She is afraid the man touching on art only lightly, while meeting the second man working in an IT company, she thinks that is a modern love story. He give advice, dispose one the intersection of cost performance and supreme computer for her, teach her edit photos with photoshop, issue the intersection of flash and card that herself make, make up piece, escalate the antivirus software for her often. It's a pity, his only hobby is to play network games, from " miracle " Get to " the beast world of the evil spirit " ,Enter fictitious world, it has been turned into one that he set up horses. Speak with him, he ignores; Acting like a child to him, he performs a task perfunctorily; Understand she by this hearts sweet that is real oneself why than but liquid crystal treasure in screen equip?
Third man old cousin of classmate, party come up cable in birthday in classmate. He is a PE teacher of middle school, the sunshine needs picture children, has injected vigor into her life. They climb together, go swimming together, go to play ball together, go to run together, simple and happy day makes her satisfied in a complete mess. Unfortunately, he raise pout by one pet dog, he take good care of adding to it like one's own. She is unable to set up harmonic relation with this big and fleshy and stalwart little child all the time, the ones that can't be tolerated most are she and pouts the sick time at the same time, what he chose is pouting!
Every section of emotions has happy time, she always feels dejected at the time of departure, fortunately the same as her resistance, she restores ability automatically superstrongly. This contacts are the customer of her company, the maturity that has adored him for a long time is sane, after he sends out and pays court to the signal, she certainly has no reason to refuse. She understands various hobbies of his meticulously before the whole feeling is invested, there is not any bad sign. Immerse in take good care of into the happy ocean that loves, titter for can have a perfect man completely ing in her, but he has given her a bolt from the blue: My wife, abroad, but whom I loved is you. She thought she will cry, the result had just given him a last embrace.
She does not strive for the favour with the job, hobby, pet, will not promise to share men with another her. She smiles, thinks that has progressed by oneself, the rival was a person at last. She is still the apple of one's eye of the family members, just she wants, they are unable to be satisfied.
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