The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 161 169: Amazing, Wuli Qianqian [1]

"He is the light that I cannot get close to in this life. It is as dazzling as the sun, but it is still not my sun."

When she said this, her eyes were sad and wandering, her long eyelashes were stained with tears, and the desolation around her made people shudder. It must be such a painful and profound understanding.

It wasn't until the end of the song that Song Manxi raised his hand to wipe it off.

With a slightly hoarse voice: "Excuse me, are you the owner of this store?"

The middle-aged man nodded, but took off the huge poster while she was talking, rolled it up, and handed it to her: "I'm going to move recently, and this store is about to close, these posters are placed in my Here, it will also be dealt with, even if there is a destiny, I will give it to you as a gift for the first meeting."

Song Manxi's eyes moved from top to bottom to the poster in his hand that had been rolled into a cylinder. Back then, he almost risked his life for it, but now, it was right in front of his eyes , but I no longer want to catch it at all.

Maybe they already know that even if they grab a cold and temperatureless poster, they won't be able to get back the person who is as warm as the sun.

She raised her eyes, smiled bitterly, and shook her head at the boss: "No, there are some things that missed the best years, and even the meaning of commemoration no longer exists."

She sucked her nose, and pain appeared on her face. She lowered her head and looked at the poster a few more times, but after turning around and squinting her eyes, she exhausted all her emotions from the bottom of her heart.

Brother Jun Xiao, what will you do at Grandpa Jun's birthday party?If you choose something else, what reason do I have to stick with it?
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In an apartment in a high-rise building on Jiahu Road:

The sound of crackling porcelain shattering came out continuously, passed the hallway, passed through several rooms decorated with transparent glass walls, and extended to the innermost room.

A group of people carrying meals were blasted out by the shattered tiles.

Things were still being thrown out from inside, the ground was in a mess, and clothes and dishes were scattered everywhere.

With a cold face, Aunt Wang continued to order the people below: "Let the chef continue to cook, and if you don't eat, continue to deliver until she eats." At the end, she added a sentence, "This is Mr. Jun's order."

Several servants held the completely ruined dishes and replied tremblingly: "Yes."

After everyone retreated, she said to the people inside with a little respect, but also majesticly: "Miss, I advise you, you should follow Mr. Jun's orders, he asked you If you eat well, you should eat well, so that neither of us will be in trouble, but if you do, you will continue to do your own thing again and again."

She pushed her eyes on the bridge of her nose, and said coldly, "Then don't blame me for feeding you myself."

And the response she got was another piece of porcelain hitting the door heavily, followed by a woman's clear voice: "Get out, take your things, get out, even if I'm starving to death, I won't take a bite His meal."

"You tell Junlin, even if I die, I won't give birth to this child. Don't think that if you tie me up, I can't do anything. The child is in my stomach. If I want him to die, there will always be a way. .”

Her words, every word and every word, did not leave the child in her womb, which made Aunt Wang at the door even colder.

　Arsenic: Awesome, Wuli Qianqian. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)