Touching The Age Of 30, Go All The Love Like A Sales Contract, Her Heart Suddenly Suddenly

At the age of 16, the brilliant co-floral flower had bloomed that she was rushed by the man. He gave her many things but also took her away all. Now she sells all the things guys to only change the moments of peace.0 of the year: 00/4: 31 namespaces illustrate the curtain curtains covered with windy windows full of windows, Ngan long on the carpet Wear the middle of the house. Everything was sold out, only the taller of the brocade was left

. No one buys. She did not sell. Without five hundred thousand dongs
But now it is the only precious thing, is a sleeping bed asleep, where she lies long sunbathing, sipping a cup of coffee. However, it was so peaceful. Feeling joy like having an underground circuit spread throughout the body. Stepping near the age of thirty, the new bank is free to do what you like, freedom of love. My life with a massage career, hundreds of things not to mention. But nor no one wants to hear. Hidden yourself. The man with her eyes like the fiber indicating her, wearing her screaming, Ngan was a woman. Make a woman at a daughter. Sixteen years old left home to earn money to help her mother
At the age of sixteen, Ngan Nhu Cotton, in the morning and innocent. The flow of life is peacefully like a small river in front of the house. Ngan Luyen herself into the vortex of love like a foil ... The man swung the money "to buy" Ban "Massage salon, which was in an apartment dedicated to tired nights and the days of imprisoning themselves dark. The apartment named Ngan, Flat as a beautiful girl's buying and selling contract. *** He came as a strange breeze. Strange. Between crazy life water lines. In the middle of the sunshine off the night to connect sad days. He came, giving her a gentle smile like May. Just thought in her chest, I couldn't shake it anymore. Men are much but finding people so that Tin is difficult now. Being familiar with the bank under the gold, no noise, don't ask. Just quietly go like a normal passenger person. Rainy day, he did not forget to spend her raincoat, wearing a wet. Look at him, see it. Then love when the bank doesn't know. The day to meet him was a sunny day, but the bank was like the new rays started to reveal the end of the road. Sale of all the men bought her, regain the freedom of his life. He laughed laughed. It's like just selling a toy that has been old ... Ngan lies on the brocade carpet watching the sun rays through the window. The doorway where she still left the curtain covered. From today, the sunlight will illuminate her room, Hong's short hair, Hong's pink lips and fill a fresh smile. Ngan whispered and turned face to the pillow, crying laughing out loud. Precious tears, so she spent crying for this endless joy. *** He can't stand on the side of the road with an old blue shirt, a gentle smile like grass: - I have a busy car ?- I do not. My house recently. But if you want to take me back, I agree. Laughing at the innocence of the girl with a pale purple short hair. Co very hard to make a short skirt comfortable on the old motorbike saddle, sometimes jumping up made her hit him. She felt the collisions like the first time touching his boyfriend's hand, he turned off. Some sun rays remained wened through green foliage on both sides of the road, fell to shoulders, sparkling hair. Ngan hook "I pay the car". You laugh. I'm shy: "Don't you take it? So what do you pay for you?" He looked at her, his gentle eyes came out: "A cup of water is happy." Ngan does not hide joy. Exposure to many men in life but gentle like him, the bank has never met. She invited him to house. The apartment has nothing but a brocade carpet. He sat down, quietly put it on it a red rose. Take him a cup of water with a small young joy: "My house is nothing but filtered, you take a temporary drink!". He welcomed the glass from her hand, smiling. Ngan didn't know why he laughed. He didn't say much, silently silently looking out the window, having doves to surgery the crumbs that spread that dinner through the bank to eat. Ngan Fun with the first feeling of a son who entered her room without asking, checking and arresting her to do it. For the first time, Ngan found the feeling of emotion, loving. *** Rose British left as a postcard of love. So that the bank didn't dare to touch it. - Can I leave the city? Can go to where you feel the most peace! - He looked into the eye. Ngan led her face, hiding the tears that were waiting to roll down the red lips. - We will make a little wedding, I! His hands tightened her shoulders. It was as if he was afraid she did not believe in happiness, as if he was afraid of losing her. The bank didn't cost so much. Just lovingly made the bank feel enough. So ... Ngan found her little in his arms. For the first time, her heart knew the sobbing, knew the baby, the innocent poetry ... Duong Giao Linh

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