God Lu, you hung up again

Chapter 190 The Last Concern
Song Huai looked at it, reached out and grabbed her suitcase, and asked her: "How do you live alone without me?"

Mingshu: "I, Mingshu, won't be able to live without you, Song Huai."

Song Huai looked at her, took out the bank card he had just put in his pocket and stuffed it into her hand, "This is my personal bank card. Take it and take good care of yourself."

His petite figure shook slightly because of his words. Mingshu looked at the bank card in his hand without saying a word. After a long time, he raised his head and carefully looked at the man in front of him. Suddenly he felt a little uncomfortable. I can't tell you who he is.

She raised her little hand subconsciously and placed it on her belly, where a little life was gestating, the result of her and Song Huai's three years together.

Song Huai turned around and walked to the sofa in the living room and picked up the things he had just packed.

One box was fried chicken that he had just fried, and the other was a bag of brown sugar and warm baby.

Song Huai: "Bring it with you. Remember not to eat ice, touch cold water, and keep warm during the days when you come here. I've just fried the fried chicken. If you're hungry on the way, take it out and eat it while it's hot."

Ming Shu, who had always been calm and paralyzed, had slightly red eyes at this moment.

She took the things with determination, walked past him, walked towards the entrance, put on her Martin boots, raised her hand to open the door, stopped at the door, and quietly looked at the person behind her from the corner of her eyes, the breeze was cold It was so harsh that it scratched her little face.

After a moment, she made up her mind to walk out of the door and leave the apartment where she had lived for three years. Her eyes were filled with tears at some point. The moment she walked out of the door, the tears could no longer hold back and fell from her eyes, sliding down the corners of her eyes.

When the door closed, Song Huai's body finally fell down on the soft sofa. His eyes were not as bright as before. Mingshu's leaving figure kept popping into his mind, and soon his eyes turned red. , the memories between him and Mingshu in the past three years flashed through his mind involuntarily, and he immediately held his head and cried.

In the taxi, Ming Shu's eyes fell on the outside of the car window, and he blinked his sour eyes.

It took about 10 minutes to arrive at the airport.

After paying, I got out of the car and walked with my suitcase towards the crowded airport.

He looked up at the sky, as if looking through it at the man in the apartment. After a while, he looked back, took out the mobile phone in his bag, found Song Huai's mobile phone number, and entered it on the keyboard with his fingertips. beat.

Mingshu: Song Huai...Thank you for taking such good care of me over the past three years. Goodbye.

After sending successfully, put the phone back in your pocket and start walking again.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Song Huai saw this text message. He rubbed his red and swollen eyes and unlocked the phone screen with his fingerprint.

When you see an unread text message, you raise your finger to open it and read it.

Xiao Shu: Song Huai...Thank you for taking such good care of me over the past three years. Goodbye.

The hand holding the phone tightened. Since when did he and Xiao Shu start to quarrel in the cold war, and it finally got to this point?He let go just because Mingshu said she was tired, and very tired...

What was the reason for the first quarrel between him and her some time ago?What was the reason for the second quarrel?What was the reason for this quarrel?What was the problem between him and her?
He thought that he had done nothing that would make her unhappy or disappoint her. Now that he thought about it, there were too many problems and doubts about the sudden cold war and quarrel between him and her.

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