Good Morning, Mr. President!

I walked upstairs, walking very briskly. When I got to the door of the house, the sound was much softer, and I took the key and carefully opened the door.

The lights at home turned on.

In the hall, slang was sitting silently on the sofa. She was facing away from her, and from the direction of the uncle, she could only see the slender back of the slang. However, she did not know why, but she felt inexplicably cold.

Breathe, it tightens suddenly.

An ominous hunch caught her. Instead, she forced herself to calm down, and said softly, "Sister."

Slang stood up, turned around gazed, and looked at 柒 柒. She was laughing clearly, but that smile made Shiji shudder. It was so cold, so gloomy, and ridiculous.

"Well, do you have nothing to explain to me?" Slang asked, smiling as always.

Dry lips. She had determined that she knew everything. I'm afraid, just downstairs, she and Tang Yan's picture together, she saw it all.

I couldn't tell what was feeling in my heart, I was sad, but there was a feeling of relief. Let her say that she can't tell, but she and Tang Yan can't hide her, after all, she still has to know sooner or later.

The cell phone suddenly sounded at this moment.

It's your cell phone.

But now it sounded in the hands of slang.

Slang took the phone and held it in front of him, in a questioning tone, "Who called this?"

At first glance, I saw the string of familiar numbers. It's Don Juan.

Slang sneered and stared aggressively at her, "Is your client or your client's agent?"

"..."

"Don't answer, right? OK, I'll pick it up for you!" Slang said, and immediately pressed the phone's handsfree to connect the phone.

柒 柒 Hold your breath. Only heard Tang Yan's gorgeous and **** voice rang from there, "Hey."

"..." She was unwilling to show weakness in front of You, and she knew the relationship between She and Tang Ye, but when she heard the sound of that dream-catcher ringing in her phone, she said All of a sudden tears flowed down without warning and covered his face.

Suddenly a pain in her heart, she saw the tears in slang, followed by wet eyes.

The next instant, a "bang-" sounded loudly, and the slang slammed the phone heavily on the ground. The phone was torn apart immediately, and the debris splashed high, rubbing her ears and cutting her face.

She didn't even hide.

"Well, you're playing with me!" Slang gritted his teeth, stared at him, tears in his eyes, mixed with resentment, "you knew that I liked him, but you pretended to be confused What is your peace of mind? You know how much I like him, and you secretly mix in with us. What is your peace of mind? "

On top of two unsuspecting counts, choking explanation: "Sister, this is not what you think."

"No wonder ... no wonder you stopped me when I said I wanted to confess to him. That's it!" Smirked. "What do you say, what do I believe, but what are you doing? From small to large, I put You are my sister, now you are even robbing the man I like, aren't you? Alas, you are terrible! It makes me feel sick! "

The last few words are very heavy. It was as heavy as a huge stone, and it smashed into a shock, a little dizzy, and wasn't able to breathe for a while.

The mist stopped in my eyes.

She looked at the slang, but calmed down, especially calmly, "You are too excited now, this kind of emotion is not suitable for conversation."

"If it's you, standing in such a situation and being treated like a clown by your sister, wouldn't you be excited?"

Even though she was misunderstood, She was overwhelmed by strong guilt, and she softly explained, "It's not what you think."

Slang ridiculed and sneered, "I'm worried about you, I'm afraid of something wrong. I went out to find you so late, but, oh, what are you giving me back?"

Looking at the slang almost hysterically, I just felt that those eyes were piercing my own heart.

At this moment, she suddenly thought a lot ...

When the mother left, slang wiped her tears every day.

The few days my father left, she was accompanied by slang, and she stood by the hall every night. It was also slang holding her hand and leading her home.

Some time ago, she couldn't see her eyes. When her emotions broke down, it was slang that didn't even go to work for an internship. She turned around every day ...

but……

She knew that from this moment on, the once intimate sisters, maybe ... can't go back ...

Even if she and Tang Yan can't go together in the future, the crack between them will still be ...

"In fact, before you met Tang Ye, he and I ... began already." Ye finally spoke completely. Her voice was dry, "We ... were together for more than a few months."

From the first day of her marriage to Mo Xun, they have been tangled up.

Slang stared at me.

What came to mind, the lips trembled.

If, then, they were together then ...

That night, let her miss the porridge; Master Tang and Song, who is harder to please than anything, and before, Tang Yan suddenly appeared here ...

It turned out that those were all aimed at me. And everything is just wishful thinking.

No wonder she smelled the familiar jasmine scent on her body repeatedly.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt pathetic, sad, and ridiculous, and the more I felt that the woman who looked like a good little white rabbit standing in front of herself was hateful and shameful.

"Okay, even if the two of you started long ago. Then I ask you now-" The slang word took a long time to speak, and took a step forward, approaching him, "Well, did you care about my feeling?"

I shed tears, and my eyes were sincere, "Sister, I have always regarded you as my elder sister."

If you don't care, you won't feel so uncomfortable and guilty at this moment. This time, I will not be so restless.

Such a confrontational picture was not what she wanted.

"Okay. Then if, now I say, let you break up with him, will you?"

Shocked.

Staring stupidly.

Slang looked at her coldly, "I'll let you give him to me now, do you agree?"

"..." Throbbing his throat was so dry that he couldn't say anything. Just then, the door was knocked suddenly.

"Oh!" Tang Yan's voice came from the door.

Your subconsciously looked towards the door.

Aren't he gone? How come back?

"Well, open the door!" Tang Yan didn't hear the voice, and his voice could not help raising it a few degrees.