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"The sooner the better... Next Wednesday? No, it was my friend's wedding, I have to participate... Ok, next Friday... Goodbye."
When Song Xiangsi hangs up the phone, the tears have not been able to hold back, like the broken pearls, one after another fell down.
For seven years, from the beginning of the world, to the maturity of the present, she gave him all the best in her life.
However, it still did not come in for a good end.
People can be stupid or jealous in their lives, but they can’t be foolish.
She was born in a poor mountain village, even if she used to be the deserved title of selling her life to save her father, but she was a woman who sold out after all, so she was worthy of the young master Xu who was born in the giant hall?
Therefore, she ended up with such an ending, she was self-satisfied, she was whimsical, she was delusional.
Song Xiangsi’s face became pale, her body trembled, and finally she suddenly picked up the pregnancy report sheet, and the torn piece was torn into pieces, and even with the folic acid in the bag, she pulled it out and pushed it away. Get off the car door, go to the trash can, throw those things into the car, return to the car, fasten the seat belt, and then start the throttle to leave.
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Joan Xia had a customer to eat at the Beijing Grand Hotel tonight. I didn't expect to encounter Cheng Hao who had not been in contact for a month.
The customer was a bit difficult, and she kept pouring her drink. Joan had a good amount of wine, but she couldn’t stand it and kept drinking.
Joan Summer really couldn't stand it, let his secretary accompany the customer, and then found an excuse to come out of the box.
When Joanne closed the door, the door of the bread compartment just opened. She looked up subconsciously and looked at it. She saw Cheng Hao wearing a navy blue shirt and said with a smile on the box. Come back, and I closed the door.
Cheng Hao turned and saw Joan Xiaxia across the corridor. His expression was stiff, and he stood still, his eyes fixed on Joan Xia.
Joan Summer stood in the doorway and looked back at Cheng Hao for about a minute. He saw that he didn't have any intention to speak. Then he turned around in a generous and free way and walked in the direction of the bathroom.
Cheng Hao, standing at the door, looked at the back of Joan Summer, his eyes dimmed a bit.
He told her that nothing was after all... He and her did not quarrel with each other and made awkwardness, but every time he said that he bowed his head, but this time, he has been holding back and endured this one. Month, she didn't call one on the phone, didn't send a text message, and now she met, she used her as a stranger...
Thinking of this, Cheng Hao could not help but shake his head, smiled a bit, followed Joshua's body, and also went to the bathroom.I don’t know if I was drinking alcohol, or because Cheng Hao was behind me. When Joan Summer was approaching the door of the bathroom, she accidentally twisted her foot. People almost fell to the ground, so they were behind her. Cheng Hao of Mi Yuan, responded quickly and reached out, dragging her body, opening the tone, with a bit of worry: "Is it a sprain?"
Joan Anxia couldn't tell why, when I heard the words of Cheng Hao, I suppressed the mood for so long, and it was miraculously relaxed.
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