Rich Woman's Love

Xuanyuan Jiezhen is too right, men and women do not have a relationship, not because of hope, and maintain a friendship with each other. Women and women, however, can help each other because a man hates each other to the bone, or because a man hates to meet too late.

For example, Yu wenlina, because she and his brother, but they met late, help.

What makes us different

What makes it hard for us to meet again

What makes youth disappear

Honey, where are you going

Youth is a passing wind

When the wind blows, who hasn't shed tears

We are some scattered songs

Are you singing? Are you listening? Have a good trip

In the cold sea breeze, a beautiful mobile phone music is playing. Murong Lifen takes out the phone and opens it. It's Yuwen Lina. As soon as she got through, the other party would yell in a disorderly way and say, "Murong Lifen, Murong Lifen, where are you? Are you back?

"Yuwenlina? In order to chase my brother, do you have to chase her sister all these years? Murong Lifen said harshly to Xiang: "if you have something to say, I'm still in Europe. International distance is very expensive. Would you like to cherish it?

"Murong Lifen, what's the matter with you. When good people talk to you, why do you always keep away from others? Do you know it's hurtful for you to do this? Yu wenlina complained.

"Good, good. My future sister-in-law. Murong Lifen stood up against the wind and said impatiently, "what do you have to say? Do you see someone who looks very similar to my brother somewhere? I've heard a lot about your tricks. You don't have to comfort me with it. I'm immune.

"No, no, your brother really went home this time. But, this time, your mother suddenly fainted and was hospitalized. Yu wenlina hastily said: "and, also check out is acute pancreatitis. The doctor said the operation must be done as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be a crisis

"Hello? Hello? Murong Lifen, where are you? where are you? You... Yuwenlina saw that the other party had no response for a long time, and immediately worried: "Murong Lifen, did you listen to me? When can you go home, Murong Lifen? Hello, hello? Murong Lifen?

Murong Lifen couldn't listen any more. She pressed the phone and began to cry until she suddenly handed a paper towel with a faint smell of flowers