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Chapter 87 You can hear me, I regret it

Shows that a call is in progress.

The voice of the mouth has long been hoarse, broken into an army.

"Song Yanqing..."

"I regret."

Do you have any regrets in your life?

Have.

The cuckoo's cry of blood is heartbreaking.

Even though I thought I made the most correct choice at the beginning, I still tossed and turned and regretted countless days and nights after Nanqiao.

Even if you do it all over again, you may still go the same way.

Between them, mountains and seas cannot be leveled.

The original lines of the movie are still playing in a loop, becoming the only sound between them.

He was already asleep.

Can hear, can't hear, no response.

It's always so wrong, it seems that some people have already drawn the lottery just by meeting them.

Meeting is for the next parting.

"I dreamed of you."

"I haven't dreamed about you for a long time, and I almost gave it up. Then I met you again..."

"Good night."

The sky is slightly cooler and the morning light is whitening.

When Cheng Xuran got up in the morning, he applied a hot towel to his eyes and checked the call duration on the phone.

6 hours and 31 minutes.

He woke up at five o'clock this morning and hung up the phone.

More than two hours after she fell asleep.

There are some things in my heart that I dare not say in front of him, so I can only take advantage of him falling asleep.

Who to tell.

At least I feel better.

It wasn't until after the quilt was folded and breakfast was finished that Cheng Xuran remembered that she forgot to ask him what time he was coming today.

With nothing to do, she put on gloves and did a general cleaning of the house. She tidied up the inside and outside of the house and opened the refrigerator. There were all kinds of milk in it. Wangzi's smile was bright and bright.

Cheng Xuran stared blankly for a while, then went downstairs and bought a bunch of sodas from the convenience store downstairs and took them back.

"Did you change the flavor?" The cashier was particularly shocked. "They're all carbonated drinks!"

"Ah... try it."

Cheng Xuran agreed vaguely, and when everything was over, she sat upright on the sofa. She felt that it was too silly, so she picked up a book and read it. As she looked, the obscure German words in the book turned into a string of English symbols.

I hope.

It was as if a deep voice whispered next to her ear, and the coldness lingered lingeringly.

The white paper with the aroma of books sheds a corner of the sun, dividing the dark fonts into the intersection of light and dark points. The wind comes to translate, and the book is held tenderly by the fingertips.

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old Town.

The old buildings with a sense of age are like the eternal inheritance of this world.

With the wind and rain, some walls are mottled and peeling, wires are criss-crossed, and some swallows pass through the alley.

Cinda computer maintenance, the morning sun does not reach the corner.

The TV was on all night.

See the replay from the live broadcast.

At first, the light of the TV was very dazzling in the dark night, and then the sky turned pale, and everything gradually adapted to the environment.

become mediocre.

Songjiang Group's new product launch conference was huge, attracting the attention of many media and even officials.

Song Huaijin, the executive president on the TV, said that he thought of a gentleman and warmed him like jade.

The eyebrows and eyes of Song Yanqing are slightly similar, but not quite the same.

After all, they are not related by blood, but they have been together day and night for several years.

A pair of hands squeezed the beer bottle until it was about to burst. The veins on the back of the hand were intertwined and bulged like a swimming dragon. The force was restrained to the extreme.

The palms are broad, thick and calloused, wheat-colored, and very rough. They are hands with a sense of masculine power.

finally.

"Bang -" The empty wine bottle hit the ground!

Wu Shaoyang drank the last sip of wine, let go and took out the remote control. Just as he was about to turn off the TV, a sudden hand snatched the remote control away.

"What's the matter?" A cold voice sounded, "You should take a good look."

10 minutes ago.

(End of this chapter)