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Chapter 19 Sir, I Don't Know You (4)

Tang Yiling's expression changed again and again.

Did he recognize the wrong person?got the wrong person? !
Every day he would stare at the photo of two people getting married, and every day he would stare at that familiar face,
Everything about her has already been deeply engraved in her mind, and it is impossible to admit her mistake or forget it even after she dies!

Tang Yiling quickly chased after him.

He stopped her outside the hotel and dragged her to the parking lot.

Su Ying was still quite calm, she sighed, and said helplessly, "Sir, you really misunderstood the person."

She would not recognize him, she had already decided two years ago to completely erase him from her memory.

But when I saw him again, there was still a little bit of shock in my heart.

She thought her heart had died long ago, but there was still pain left.

Alas, but it's not what it used to be.

Give her a little more time, just a little bit, and she'll totally let him out of her heart.

"Your girlfriend seems to be very sad." Su Ying looked at Mo Qier who was following up, she was so entangled, and after such a long time, she would meet in such an embarrassing situation, "Sir, I'm sorry I slapped you just now. I was a little angry, but I let the lady slap you back, and we're even, okay?"

The cold tone was completely unfamiliar.

Being weak is just a disguise, and she decided to put on a show too.

When everyone grows up, they will put a mask on themselves to some extent.

And her mask was worn too late to suffer so many injuries...

Su Ying could hardly keep up with Tang Yiling's footsteps, and almost trotted.

But he held him too tightly, and she couldn't break free even though she wanted to struggle.

"Sir, please respect yourself, if I do this again, I will call for help?" Su Ying's words did not get Tang Yiling's answer.She only saw his angrily back and profile, "Please let me go!" It seemed a little angry.

Shouting like that doesn't seem to help.

Su Ying lifted her left skirt, took out her mobile phone, and quickly pressed a call.

What she made was not an ordinary phone call, but a 110 call to the police.

(End of this chapter)