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Joan thought of it here, couldn't help but took out the phone, saw no calls and no phone calls, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
She was really unintentional, but he was so angry that she went all the way to his underground parking lot. He refused to listen to her explanation. At the moment, she did not contact her. Is it still angry?
I have been in love for thirteen years, and I have to go through a Valentine’s Day. If I am so angry, I am not going to have a soup for dinner tonight.
Joan thought of it here, and the mood suddenly became a little blocked.
Although he had a big temper in the afternoon, she also said something wrong, otherwise she took the initiative to apologize and showed a good one... When she was eating, she was asking him why he should do it, if true. Because of the parents' grievances, she can try to persuade him, apologize to Xu Jialuo, and then let their brothers return to good...
Otherwise, it was really a bit unwilling, she looked forward to a day's dinner, and it was gone.
Joan thought about it, and opened the mobile phone subconsciously. He found Lu’s phone number, wrote a text message, first hit a “feed”, and then felt that he was not sincere. He was afraid that Lu Yannian would not forgive himself and ignored the text message. Then I deleted it, then squinted my head and thought about it seriously, completely forgetting Han Ruchu.
Joan walked for about a minute, and then organized the language, bowed his head and started to knock on the phone: "I was so excited in the afternoon, sorry, you said that I am going to dinner tonight, we will arrive. Have a good talk, can you? I will go home and wait for you..."
"Jojo."
After Joan’s “good or bad” has not been played, Han Ruchu suddenly screamed her name.
Joan’s absent-minded response, but his hand still poked two times on the screen of the mobile phone, and then the arm was gently patted by the butler. She jerked back and looked at Han Ruchu: “Xu Aunt, what happened?"
"Nothing, just thirsty, I want you to help me to pour a glass of water." Han Ruchu smiled softly: "If you are busy, be busy first, I will let you go."
"No, let me come." Joan hurriedly locked the phone into the pocket, picked up the glass cup on the side, and quickly went downstairs.
Joan poured a cup of warm water, and on the way back to the bedroom on the upper floor, she still thought about the text message that she had just played half of it and had not sent it. Is there any problem?
Xu Jia’s stairs had to be folded, and the top was blocked by the walls of the corridor. Joan had a cup of water, so there was no handrail. When he stepped on the corner, the butler suddenly rushed out from behind the wall with a big bag. , unbiased, straight hit Joan.
The incident happened very suddenly. Joan had a cup on his hand and thought about his own thoughts. He didn’t notice anyone behind the wall. The housekeeper was very strong and the speed was very fast. She was ready to go up the stairs. When he was hit by the air, people rolled down the stairs without warning.Joanne was scared and exclaimed, accompanied by a faint call from the ear, "Mr. Xiao Qiao," and the head hit the floor heavily. The phone in the pocket came out and fell on her. At hand.
Joan couldn’t feel the pain, just thought that some people were light and fluttering, sticking to the cheeks of the floor, slimy and smelling bloody.
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