101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

"Hehe." Lu Ting broke into a cold sweat.

Turning his head, he shut his mouth tightly, not daring to say anything.

I don't know where Chang Che was offended, he was always satisfied with the ideas he came up with, this action was so frustrating, I wanted to give him a good idea but was murdered, I really don't know good people, Lu Dongbin like a dog, It's right that he can't get a woman, but he just complains like this from the bottom of his heart, and his heart and soul can't be seen at all on the surface.

Huh... But Chang Che is his master, and it is his duty to share his master's worries.

"Young master, I still have a few ideas, do you want to..."

"Enough talking, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!" Suddenly, Chang Che growled.

Very bad temper.

He unbuttoned his shirt, feeling inexplicably annoyed, watching the neon lights constantly passing by on the street, but only Qiongying's every expression was in his mind.

Only after careful recollection will she realize that no matter what happened to them two years ago, in her eyes, it seems that they are really just past tense.

Whether you see yourself or get along with yourself, you always look like I don't want to see you, either blowing your beard or glaring at each other.

She wasn't like this before.

Where has all the smiles and frowns she had towards him before been lost?

"Why are women so fickle?" He said to himself, scribbling on the car window with his fingers, unexpectedly copying the appearance of a lovely woman.

When he realized it, he erased it indiscriminately!

"It's true that women are fickle. Confucius said that only villains and women are difficult to raise." Lu Ting expressed his feelings, thinking about his own love history, and also felt that one head and two big ones.

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Anxiety never comes uninvited.

That night, Qiongying was lying on the bed, and she couldn't sleep well. The scenes in her dream kept jumping. From childhood to adulthood, she and Chang Che never had a big gap. Even after the two fell in love, she felt that God has been so kind to her.

But tears ruthlessly raged in the dark night.

Just because the beauty that came out reflected the sadness now, she told herself that it was neither painful nor painful, but the tears flowed endlessly ironically in the dark night.

Love has changed from a climactic cloud top to an unrecognizable one-person bear.

She hugged the pillow and thought a lot.

Is there any more love left?The root of love has been pulled out?

I just feel my heart beating violently, those flawless camouflages during the day "collapse" in the night, whether I love or not, I remind myself over and over again, but my heart beats so lonely.

Love it or not, just don't love it!

She hates she hates, she just hates.

Qiongying looked at the dim light by the window, and touched the back inch by inch with her fingers. The words engraved there had never been engraved in her heart. Even if she engraved it in her body, she still couldn't really do it.

Love and hate are originally just a thought, how heavy the balance is on the hate side during the day, and how high the balance rebounds on the love side in the middle of the night.

In the dark night, his eyes seemed to be close to Chi Chi, so dark and so bright, she is not a person who is too careless to open her eyes, she knows that there is love in it, and there is affection in it, he said, "I have no more love for you. One thing is absolutely true.”

He said, "You call me honey."

Thinking of her father's sudden phone call, which frightened his pervert's body into a limp embarrassment, Qiongying suddenly burst out laughing, buried her head in the pillow, and gloated in a low voice, "You deserve it!"