Playing to the death and cheating on you

Ye Jia's smile remained unchanged: "Xiaofeng, you can take it back and try it. ∑ .féisuzw.≥"

"No, not really."

As if it was the last struggle, Ye Jia said softly: "Xiaofeng, don't make a decision right away, tell me the answer in three days, okay?" Three days, do you still have to think about it for three days?

She was about to refuse on the spot, but the panic and sadness in Ye Jia's eyes that she had never seen before, as if she was about to part with that sadness - knocked her down.

He is still making the last effort: "Xiaofeng, okay?"

He smiled, not the kind who was relieved, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, she couldn't bear to refuse at any time, he was forcing her, always forcing her.

If it's easy to let go, it's okay to turn around.

However, why the pain in the left rib has been getting worse day by day?As if letting go, from now on, that place will always be in pain.

No one wants a part of their body to be separated from life to life.

If selfishness can buy happiness, be selfish again.

She didn't let Ye Jia see her off, and insisted on taking a taxi back home.

All emotions are at war.In fact, I knew exactly what the answer would be three days later.That was just another kind of torture, one more cruel torture for Ye Jia.

She thought, how good would it be if there were no such emotions as "self-esteem" or "inferiority" in this world?Or would it be better to have no "memory" at all?Confused people are happy.Humble and sensitive people will fall into the whirlpool of misfortune all their lives.

When the phone rang, it was Li Huan's voice: "Feng Feng, where are you?"

Her voice was a little choked, so she didn't make a sound for a while.The closer she was to the Ye family's banquet, the darker her mood became, like a death row prisoner, counting the days until she was executed.

"Feng Feng?"

There was concern in his voice.

She could hear his worry, and forced a smile: "It's okay, I'm in the store, sorting out the recipes, and I'll print them tomorrow."

He said softly: "Feng Feng, wait for me at the shop, and I'll bring you fried fresh shrimp with bamboo shoots. I bought fresh shrimp and just got home, and I'll bring you when it's ready...'

"Ah."

The dish was ready soon, and Li Huan served it in a beautiful insulated food box. Looking at it for himself, the color, fragrance and taste were all good, and he was very satisfied. He found that cooking is also a kind of art and enjoyment.

I set off immediately, and when I arrived at the small shop, it was estimated that the temperature was just right.

He took the food box and went out. In the dusk, a figure flashed under the thousand-year-old Jue tree.He had been vigilant for a long time and strode over, only to see two black figures quickly getting into a car, the light was dim, and the license plate could not be seen clearly.

He immediately drove after him, the license plate of the car in front was covered, and the driver was obviously a master, walking an unobvious s-shaped route and not attracting attention.

Xiao Zhaoye and the others went to the small shop opposite to eat beef noodles, and Feng Feng looked after the shop alone.She insisted on the rule of eating less at night for a long time. She was afraid that after eating beef noodles, she would not be able to stir-fry fresh shrimps with bamboo shoots, so she resisted going and didn't ask them to pack them.

However, it had been a long time since they all came back from dinner, but Li Huan still didn't move at all.

After several times of chasing, Li Huan was about to give up. Just as he got off the overpass and drove to the U-turn, a car suddenly came out diagonally.The two cars collided, Li Huan's eyes blurred, his body tilted, and he was pressed against the beautiful insulated food box, and immediately lost consciousness

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