250 Raids: There's a girl next door

The corners of Zhang Mofei's mouth twitched, without saying a word, he took the glass of white wine from the little girl's hand and drank it down in one gulp.

This is a very sought after little sweetheart.

Maybe the two sluts can take out a pistol and put it on her forehead.

After drinking a cup of burning knife, it burned from the mouth to the throat and then burned the stomach, and the face turned red.

She squinted at the two sluts, dressed in suits and leather shoes, as if possessed by evildoers, holding a red wine glass between their fair and slender fingers, sitting lazily, looking at the little girl standing in front of her lovingly.

Cursing her lips, she leaned into Mu Mu's ear with a smile, "Mu Mu, persistence is victory, and success is king. Take the first road."

These words are undoubtedly to persuade Mu Mu to choose her childhood sweetheart.

When the green plums are ripe, there will naturally be bamboo horses to pick them, and she supports her childhood sweetheart the most.

Mu Mu stared at Zhang Mofei with her big watery eyes. She was puzzled at first, but after looking at Pei Mochen beside her, she understood what Zhang Mofei meant.

He nodded in agreement, "I think so too."

She wouldn't care about these two uncles who were so much older than herself, hum.

Zhang Mofei held Pei Mochen's arm and continued to toast. After drinking a glass of white wine, she was already walking crookedly.

"Cheng's father, Cheng's mother, Yangyang and I respect you, thank you."

Cheng Yanke's family is like her natal family, and they must take the most important seat today.

Sitting at this table are their closest relatives, as well as Zhang Jingyou and Si Sinianian.

After drinking a glass of red wine, she bent down and sat down beside Cheng Changke.

Pei Mochen also sat down.

"Ya Ke, you can't live if you do your own crimes, you do your own sins..."

Long tone, continuous sigh.

She turned her eyes to Pei Ruomian who was sitting at the table of the bridesmaids and best man, and Xia Qihang beside her.

The world is impermanent, shallow and deep, it all depends on personal fortune.

Cheng Changke held the wine glass and took a sip, her slightly pursed lips curled up, her smile was colorless.

If he couldn't let go, she no longer belonged to him.

'boom! '

"Jing Worry!"

After a gunshot, Zhang Mofei and Lu Anyi screamed in pain.

Zhang Jingyou lay on the backs of Sisi and Niannian, her body slipped down little by little.

She bent her red lips and gave Zhang Mofei a relieved smile.

"Jingyou, Jingyou!"

Zhang Mofei stood up and fell down, and finally Cheng Changke helped her to Zhang Jingyou's side.

She pushed away all the people around Zhang Jingyou, knelt down on her knees, and hugged her.

"Jingyou, sister will take you home, Jingyou is not afraid."

The crying around her made her angry, "Don't cry."

Zhang Jingyou moved her hands weakly to Zhang Mofei's leg, which was broken in a car accident five years ago, "Sister, I'm sorry, I... I killed my parents and... I almost killed her." you."

Because they had to catch the plane back to celebrate her birthday, mom and dad didn't have time to have breakfast at the hotel, and they ate the dirty breakfast on the side of the road until they got sick, and they couldn't hold on halfway, so they let my sister drive.

But she didn't tell her so far, which made her hate her for ten years, so much that she wanted to join the bad guys to kill her.

Zhang Mofei cried and shook her head, "It's not like that, no, no, I don't blame you, I don't blame you."

"Sister, I can finally see my parents..."

After finishing speaking, his hand slipped from Zhang Mofei's lap.

An Ran closed her eyes, never seeing her frowning brows and eyes that were always melancholy.

"Jing Worry!"

Her parents died in front of her, and now her younger sister died in her arms.

Zhang Mofei took a deep breath and passed out.

It's winter again, and it's snowing heavily outside.

The man took two children to build a snowman in the yard, and the woman stood at the door watching the snowman they made, and she couldn't help crying.

It was the same when I was a child, my father took Jingyou to build a snowman at the door, and my mother stood at the door and looked at them with a smile.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, unthinkable and unforgettable.

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