第三十三章拥进被窝(4/5)

                                                                                                                                唐晶晶在心里颤啊颤，心如刀剜般痛，于床边人虚得无法立脚，思想斗争却顽强不屈地在进行着。
                                                                                                                                                                “是直接跟丈夫过招，把一切的一切事实明白出来？还是紧捂住嘴，让一切的一切视若无睹，转眼云烟？”
                                                                                                                                                                真考验人！
                                                                                                                                                                垃圾筒“当”的一声有力地弹回去盖上了，那个特别惹眼的粉皮透明套套与她暂时告别，唐晶晶抽了骨头似的一下软坐在床上，呆若木鸡，好一阵不能思想，好一阵，她才晓得转过眼看外间的男人。
                                                                                                                                                                外边电脑的健盘，不时地滴滴答答响着，外边书桌上的纸张，不时的沙沙响过，一个看似斯文的，敬业的，向上的男人，此时此刻斯文的，敬业的，向上的在做一件撑天大事，对这屋子里的任何一切，包括唐晶晶这个女人他的妻子，无动于衷漠不关心置若罔闻。
                                                                                                                                                                “这个人到底在忙什么呢？”
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           唐晶晶胆战心惊地在想：“忙学术？忙工作？忙交际？忙女人？”
                                                                                                                                                                说变故就变故，快如闪电啊！
                                                                                                                                                                忙什么呢？原来忙着为婚姻找条退路，一条结束一阵又重新开始的保险线。
       

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