Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

"do not talk!"

Bai Hangjin interrupted her.

He squeezed her shoulders hard, almost pleading; "Don't mention those things."

An Xu promised his head tilted, and his smile was weak: "Can't you listen to it?"

Does it hurt?

What hurts?

His current pain is still less than one ten thousandth of hers.

An promise shook his left hand.

The ring finger was cut off.

Bai Hangjin personally broke one of her fingers and took out the ring.

Broke into two halves,

Throw away.

She picked it up.

Finally, she was thrown away again.

She picked it up again.

Now, he was thrown away again, and then he was picked up by Bai Hengjin again.

An Xu promised with a deep smile, raised her long hair, and lifted her chin indifferently: "Bai Hengjin, does it hurt, does it hurt?" That's all, what hurts and what hurts.

What are the things she suffered?

Are you kidding me?

He smiled lightly and ignored the injuries she had suffered.

What about her? Are you kidding me?

maybe.

She is really a joke.

Otherwise, it would not deserve it.

"An promise, these things, stop here, forget it, don't mention it in the future?"

"I will remember these, and I won't forget, but you, don't remember."

She has suffered those hurts, and he will remember them.

"Don't remember?" An Xu promised laughed self-deprecatingly, pursed his lower lip, raised his chin, and stared at the man who was one head taller than her: "Bai Hengjin, how can I forget."

"As long as you leave me a bottom line, I won't be where I am now."

"Bai Hengjin, you didn't leave me a little back, what do you expect from me?"

"Everything, if you leave me some room, a little bit is enough, because I like you so much, as long as you leave me a little bit of room because I like you, I will definitely forgive you."

"But you don't."

Bai Hangjin, you don't have one!

You don't even give me a little bit of the back road, don't keep it for yourself, and now you are still expecting something.

An Xu promised to put away his smile calmly, and glanced at the confetti in the box. The ninety-nine love letters, written to Bai Hangjin, were now broken into countless confetti.

"You fight it."

"My ninety-nine love letters."

Spell it out and see what is written in it.

Look at her heart.

Look again, her broken heart now can't be ruined.

If you don't believe it, he can piece it together.

What about it, it's broken into slag, Bai Hangjin.

Know what is broken into slag?

I was stepped on by you, one foot and one foot.

The scum is not enough. You stepped on your feet again, and the scum is gone, only the powder is left.

It's gone without the wind blowing.

...

A box, at least one piece of fragments.

How could it be possible to put it together.

Ninety-nine love letters.

It is impossible to spell it out in one night.

An Xu lay on his side on the bed with his back facing him, tears rolling in his eyes silently.

She bit her finger gently.

Can't stop tears.

Bai Hangjin sat on the carpet, turned on a lamp, fiddled with the debris, piece by piece, pieced together.

Then, tear off the tape and stick it on.

He maintained a posture for a long time before sticking to almost a half.

His ingenuity, in this place, can't play any role.

You can only pick it up piece by piece, look at the words on it, and then spell it out.

Bai Hangjin stared at the words on it.

On the beautiful handwriting, the ink color was fainted by tears...