Good Morning, Mr. President!

At that moment, the whole person seemed to be struck by lightning. His body shook terribly.

When he looked back, his face was already cold. Tears were like pearls with broken threads, unable to converge at all.

As if she had encountered a germ, she threw the box away from the pregnant condom and slammed it, closing the locker.

This is something he and other women use!

He was always ready to be in the car!

Has he and those women done it in this car?

How many women have she sat in this position at the moment?

He feels that the kind of distress he feels is not enough to be shocking at this moment. Until now, looking at these avoidance condoms, I felt like my heart had been smashed to the ground, cruelly trampled countless feet, and trampled thinly. My chest hurts as if I can't breathe, and I die at any time.

Uncomfortable, she covered her chest with one hand and pushed the car door with one hand. The heart hurt so much that she didn't have any energy left, and the person fell from the car like a sack.

The whole man, hurriedly trembled to the extreme.

That "咚 ——" sound, the sound of someone hitting the ground, made Tang Jifeng's chest tight, almost immediately throw the extinguished cigarette **** into the trash can, and leaned over to help her, "Why is it so drunk?"

"Don't touch me!"

Ye Lan was so excited that Tang Jifeng just met her, and she madly pushed his hand out. Dumbly, he rejected him, "I don't want you to touch!"

Tang Jifeng was shocked.

Hands, stiffened in the air, did not move. Her resistance and disgust couldn't be more obvious.

Ye Lan supported the ground and wanted to get up. However, I don't know if she was really drunk too much, or the feeling of distress just sucked away all the strength in her body, she tried it twice and couldn't get up. Suddenly, people were like a child who had suffered a great grievance, lying on the ground and shed tears. It seemed as if she had vented her heart by drinking wine to suppress the sadness and sadness for more than 4 years.

Tang Jifeng stood there with a stretched face, not knowing exactly who her sad feelings came from, but he knew very well that it could never come from herself.

He became jealous again.

Someone who is jealous can control her mood in this way.

He stooped and clasped her waist with his hands. As soon as he came over, Ye Lan seemed to be shocked, and cried and pushed him: "Don't touch me, I hate you now ... especially hate ..."

How can he do this? How could she let her see these things that he and other women went to bed? !!

Before she saw it, she could still lie to herself, comforting herself that maybe he, like himself, seemed to linger in the flowers, but in fact he was still in good shape. However, after seeing it, it was like being whipped a few times, and even self-consolation was no longer tenable.

His facial lines were tight, and the coldness between his brows was pressing. However, no matter how she refused, he did not retreat, but clasped her arms tightly and helped her to stand up.

Ye Lan stood up straight and shook his hands away, staggering that he wanted to go. Tang Jifeng used 100 minutes of patience, and when she passed by herself, she clasped her elbows and pulled her back.

He was very powerful, she dragged herself over, and fell into his arms unsteadily. She immediately struggled, and Tang Jifeng tightened her arms and hugged her eyes, staring at her coldly, "Ye Lan, I don't care which man you are going crazy for now, I don't want to care about who you love so much to die You have to live, but you listen to me. Since I brought you out tonight, I must send you home! If you want to be smart, don't make a fool of yourself! "

She laughs.

Tears fell from the corner of her eyes with a smile.

"Of course you don't care who I love to live with ... you are not qualified! You are not mine!"

Tang Jifeng's breathing increased, and she was re-plugged into the car.

Ye Lan cried even more, and did not know if she was still awake, or not awake, just closed her eyes and curled herself up into a ball, muttering in pain: "You are not mine ... you have never been me ... ... never ... "

Therefore, he didn't care who she loved and how many boyfriends she made!

She has been stupid for years ...

The broken murmur, like a blade, was pulled on Tang Jifeng's heart, pulling out **** wounds.

Yes ~

He's never been her.

Become brother, no blood relationship.

When I am a lover, I was never satisfied. Nowadays, it is no longer possible ...

Tang Jifeng didn't stop anymore, locked the door, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out. The tears around her lingered for a long time, and then gradually fell down until she fell asleep. However, the wrinkled eyebrows were twisted tightly, and the corners of the eyes were always moist.

Is she broken?

Under my heart, astringent.

I really want to meet, what kind of man can make her cry like this ...

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In the morning, at 9 o'clock.

Ye Lan woke up stupidly, with a headache. Sitting on the bed and rubbing my forehead for a long time, the pain eased slightly. I looked around for a while before reflecting on where I was at the moment.

Back to his room.

She still remembers that Tang Jifeng sent herself back last night ...

Thinking of him, I thought of the little box in the locker on the car, and the tip of my nose was sour again. They all say that when they get drunk, they will fragment, but why ... why does she remember that thing so clearly? She would rather forget! Forget it, she won't be tortured.

Ye Lan paused for a while on the bed, pressed down the soreness, and touched the phone under the pillow.

She and Qiu Qiu have made an appointment to meet today, and have to set a specific time.

She touched it for a long time and didn't touch it. Turned out of bed again and looked around. I searched it and never saw it.

"Butler!" Ye Lan opened the door and called.

"Miss Er, are you awake?" The housekeeper greeted, "Mr. Mrs. went to Zhongshan to greet the old Mr. and Mrs. Old lady. I didn't wake you up even though I was drunk.

Ye Lan said, "Well," and asked, "What about my bag? I took my bag last night. Did you see it?"

"Handbag?" The housekeeper thought about it, "Miss Er, you didn't see the handbag when you got home last night. Will you forget it?"

Where else can I forget?

It may be in Tang Jifeng's car.

Ye Lan thought about it and turned back to his room. Sit in bed for a while before slowly picking up the phone on the bed. Ye Lan's fingers were numb when he pressed the number. How long haven't these numbers been dialed?

She thought she had forgotten long ago. However, when I pressed it, I found that the number was hard to peel off, just like it was printed in the bone marrow.

Don't disappoint me for being slow. I can get more 3 and more every day, but it is 6000 words, which is equivalent to 6 of others.