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Chapter 1581 Sweet Marriage Chapter 142 Mr. Bei, do you have something to tell me?

Scratching the basketball with his finger, Hao Xiaoman grinned: "Master Shang, can you reconsider the matter with Deng Meng?"

Just started, and before, he looked like a young businessman who could go up and down the mountain of fire for her, and suddenly shrank his head: "Little sister-in-law, please forgive me, who would dare to have such a tough girlfriend... "

"She's not tough, but straightforward." She corrected him with a serious face.

"I don't care, sister-in-law, if you force me, I'll jump off the building and show you."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Hao Xiaoman sighed while pressing the throbbing eyebrows.

Could it be that Deng Meng is really going to fall into the hands of He Teng in this life?
……

After evening self-study, just out of school, the mobile phone rang suddenly, it was an unfamiliar mobile phone number.

She was bored, so she picked up the phone and gave a hello, but there was no sound on the phone for a long time.

She stood still, looked at the phone, the call time was still going on, and moved to her ear to listen carefully, she could hear a few light breathing sounds.

Just as she was about to hang up, a woman's soft and soft voice suddenly came from over there: "Yiyi, I'm mother..."

The most unfamiliar voice called out the most familiar name.

Hao Xiaoman froze in place, staring blankly at the brightly lit street outside the school, feeling empty in his heart, only gusts of cold wind blowing silently.

"Come, come to see Mom... okay? Yiyi, Mom... Mom misses you so much..." The soft voice was choked and shattered.

Want to?

Hao Xiaoman didn't know if she really thought about it, but she didn't think about it at all.

She doesn't remember her name, or her voice, or what she looks like.

Ever since she could remember, there had never been a shadow of this woman.

When she was young and beautiful, she could cruelly abandon her 4-year-old daughter and let her fend for herself. Now that she is in her twilight years and dying, she thinks that she once had such a daughter, but family love itself is also A relationship cannot be supported by blood alone, and needs to be managed.

Since she didn't manage it, she won't gain anything now.

The cold wind suddenly picked up, bringing out a feeling of bleakness in early autumn, her voice soaked in the coldness of the night: "Sorry, you made the wrong number."

When the words fell, he hung up the phone.

……

The street lamps in front of the dormitory building are blocked by dense sycamore leaves, and the scattered shadows projected on the ground vibrate slightly with the breeze.

On the side of the dimly lit road, a delicate pink figure was vaguely seen. After quickly standing on tiptoe and kissing the man's cheek, he turned and ran into the dormitory building.

The slender figure immediately stood up straight, tall and straight, stopped quietly for a moment, and suddenly looked towards her without warning.

In the dark light and shadow, those two indifferent and sharp lights came straight through, sharp enough to pierce a person's soul.

Hao Xiaoman's steps were inexplicably messy.

She lowered her head and didn't take a few steps, only to feel that the only light left above her head was gone, and a man who was [-] centimeters taller than her was standing in front of her, and a black shadow accompanied by an oppressive aura silently enveloped her. around.

She took a step back, and instinctively put on a defensive look on her face: "Mr. Bei, do you have something to tell me?"

"I have something to ask you." The extremely indifferent voice, like the iciest and coldest snowstorm in the North Pole, makes people feel chills just by listening to it.

"Just ask."

"Do you recognize me?"

She smiled lightly: "I drank coffee together last time, and I haven't lost my memory. How could I not know you?"

(End of this chapter)