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By Wei Gu Niang
He stood up and picked up the briefcase on the table. "I have to catch the plane and go first."
Suddenly, "I wish you happiness."
When he walked to the door of the cafe, he still couldn't hold back and looked back.
At that moment, it seemed as if it was going backwards and returned to the night they met.
She is full of makeup and enchanting, and he discovers her talent for dancing and secretly follows.
In the dark little alley, she is like a woman, and it is a mammoth to rush out with a broom.
It’s not a good encounter, but it’s so unforgettable.
He really didn't think about it. This time she came back to the girlfriend's wedding, he would lose her.
When you come, you will be paired in pairs.
Turned around, with a reluctant footsteps, left alone.
Wang Jiaohua sat in the coffee shop for half an hour before she got up and left.
Just out of the door, I saw a white luxury car parked in front of it, and both of them were white shirts and black trousers, leaning against the car, staring at the coffee shop door.
The afternoon sun fell on him, and the white shirt reflected a faint glow.
Make him look handsome and handsome.
Anxious eyes, when I saw her, became warm and watery.
At the same time, my heart was relieved, he was afraid, she followed Meng Xing.
He heard that Meng Xing had been worried about her from the moment she met, so she secretly followed.
Did not see her out, the whole heart is up and down.
Now, he really wants to put her on the waistband and carry it wherever he goes.
As long as she leaves his sight, he is embarrassed.
Wang Jiaohua did not expect that he would appear at the door of the cafe, hesitated, or walked over.
"How come you?" She still doesn't know how to face him.
In five years, I started again, but in the way of bed, which made her very embarrassed.
Fang’s face is somewhat unnatural. “I just passed by, by the way.”
Wang Jiaohua, "..."
Just passing by...
If she remembers correctly, it is at least an hour's drive from his company, two opposite directions. Where is he going to go, will he just pass by?
Seeing his awkward face, she did not dismantle it, and her heart was a bit sour.
There are too many things between them, and they are all living with care.
It is estimated that it will take some time to return to the time when there was no time in the past.
"Where do you want to go, I will accompany you." Fang said.
"Do not you have to work."
"Would you like to accompany me to the company?" he asked a little cautiously.
The role seems to change. She used to be careful in front of him and care about his feelings everywhere.
Now he changed to be careful to hold her in the palm of his hand.
Wang Jiaohua thought for a moment and nodded.
She does not want to delay his work.
When I came to the front of the Fangshi Building, Fang Mingming did not drive the car to the underground parking lot, but stopped at the parking space at the entrance.
He got off the bus first, then went to the side of the first officer, helped her pull the door open, then helped her solve the seat belt and carefully guarded her to get off.Wang Jiaohua was not used to it. He didn't want to come down a bit. In front of Fang's building, he didn't know how many reporters were lurking.
However, Fang Ming is like a deliberate one. He can't wait for the whole world to know that he and Wang Jiaohua have combined.
How far away is the A-cat and the dog who are playing his wife's idea.
So very high-profile holding Wang Jiaohua's hand, slowly into the Fang's building.
That speed, for fear that others can't take it, how slow it is, and also turn it all angles, and strive to capture the clearest photos of every late reporter.
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