I don't want a second-hand man: my wife turns over

He didn't know, at that time, whether he could really do it and let go.

But now, at least from Li Jiawei, he can know and find Slow.

After Gao Ce hung up the phone, he sat in the car with a piercing pain in his heart.

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Winter nights always come very early. [

After nightfall, the temperature drops rapidly.

Li slowly coaxed Li Xitian to sleep, then turned around lightly, and saw Qin Minglang standing at the door.

A pair of eyes, with a bit of quietness and deep affection, stared at her firmly.

Li slowly saw Qin Minglang, with a vague and erratic smile on his pale face.

Shallow, faint.

It seems to be the moonlight sprinkled in the pool water, rippling.

Circle after circle, spreading out, traces of despair and sorrow.

However, it also carries with it the feeling that Qin Minglang can never get enough of seeing or loving enough.

Qin Minglang stretched out his hand, took Li Huanxuan, pulled her, went downstairs, went out, and stood in the garden outside.

Slightly bent lips: "Slowly>

Hearing these words, Li Huanxuan was a little shocked and a little surprised.

Staring blankly at Qin Minglang, he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

As if there was a tacit understanding, Qin Minglang seemed to know the meaning of what he was going to say, even though he saw Li's slow silence.

I understand very well from the bottom of my heart.

Then he looked at Li Huanxuan, with a look that he couldn't explain what he meant, and looked at Li Huanxuan.

After a long time, he took out a cigarette and lit it slowly.

After thinking quietly for a moment, he turned his head and looked at Li Huanxuan, his eyes were shining brightly.

"slowly>