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Chapter 50 The Engagement Banquet ([-])
It was rare for her mother to be so satisfied with her graceful face, and the encouragement in her tone made Wan Qing feel uncomfortable like a piece of iron was stuck in her heart.

Zhang Kai wanted to tell the truth, but Ge Meiqiao had already twisted her body and went to the bedroom with scented tea.

Three years ago, she could firmly say that she would not marry Mo Lingtian, but now she has lost the capital of persistence and the reason for her stubbornness. Qiao Jinfan is like a mirage, coming and going, and going away, a child's play in the beginning, and the end It was even more perfunctory, and they lost contact without even saying goodbye.

I couldn't help thinking of what he said again, he said that if one day he didn't do well enough, please don't dislike her, he said please wait for him!
Waiting for him to bloom in other homes, waiting for his heart to belong, waiting for him to say sorry, did I marry the wrong one?

Still holding her breath, Wan Qing simply found the half-baked number and called.

Sorry, the number you dialed is off!
Look, this is the ironclad proof of severing contact, even the phone is turned off, Wan Qing thinks that she is really ridiculous, this time being played by someone is as ugly as a monkey.

This kind of resentment is not hatred for marriage, not resentment, just like a boat that has been drifting for a long time sees the lighthouse, just when it is full of hope, the light suddenly goes out, as if I am dazzled, the lighthouse is not there at all, is it? She is too extravagant?

Can this matter be kept hidden?Wan Qing was already thinking about how to explain to her parents, or when to choose when to speak.

Based on her understanding of her parents, it is better to be frank and lenient than to hide it.

Fortunately, Wanqing has not told her parents about the engagement date that Qiao Jinfan mentioned before, otherwise her parents will definitely find out if there is still no news about the engagement date.

Before Wan Qing went to bed, she dialed that number unwillingly, and the answer was still a mechanical female voice, which was so sweet and disgusting.

Qiao Jinfan, it's rare for a ghost to marry you, Wan Qing thought bitterly, and finally fell asleep in despair.

"The weather in August is so hot, to actually choose this time to get engaged, the marriage is really in full swing!"

When they arrived at the office, some people were discussing this sensitive day. When Wan Qing arrived, the two female colleagues immediately stopped gossiping and dispersed in a hurry.

Wan Qing went to work as usual as if she hadn't heard, but flipping through the calendar on the table, her heart seemed to be filled with lead. Let's put a stop too!
Well, since Qiao Jinfan likes to break his word, she doesn't have to be disappointed and sad for such a man.

Wan Qing busily devoted herself to the great business of auditing, reporting data, reports, and a series of matters were all resolved, and found that there was still a lot of time left to wander outside.

August [-]th arrived, and when Wanqing left in the morning, she had already made a decision to come back in the evening and confess to her parents that her marriage contract with Qiao Jinfan ended without a cause.

But after get off work, Wan Qing got into the car habitually. As usual, she pretended to be on a date and didn't want to go home. Wan Qing knew too well the consequences of being lenient.

There are many tall buildings and majestic buildings. She has always been brave to charge forward in her work, but now she shrinks and dare not face it.

Wan Qing was wandering alone in the high-end shopping malls in the city center, even the salesperson of the clothing store seemed to look down on her as if she was a lonely family. Red dress to try on.

Yes, women love shopping when they become crazy, and spend money to look beautiful in order to vent.

"Will this dress look good on me? Ling Tian?"

The soft female voice was like the witch's curse. Before Wan Qing came out of the fitting room, she saw the charming woman standing next to the clothes rack through the crack of the door. She was still combing her hanging hair with her fingers. Tilting her head to inquire about the man with a handsome face who is not good at talking and laughing, the scene took all of Wan Qing's courage, and she froze at the door of the fitting room.

(End of this chapter)