Bang Christopher Bang

Your husband was an idol since childhood. He never had a childhood, not the same childhood you had. You were always with your family, never knew poverty, and did what you wanted. But he was away from his family his entire childhood and youth, living in another country all alone. In company, he was beaten and often scolded. His parents worked hard to support the family. Now he's rich and famous, but there's still something broken in him. Like a cookie. The cookie is beautiful, whole, but crumbs crumble with every action. Like a vat.
One day, after washing the dishes, you went to the bedroom to rest. Chan was sitting and working on his laptop.

• Honey, stop working... you're on vacation.
  he didn't answer.
  -What's wrong with you?
  He covered his face with his hands and his shoulders shook. You suddenly ran up to him and hugged him tightly, squatting down.
• I'm not like those...there's no place among those...love me...love me...they gave me life...but stole my interest...love me...love me...