Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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"However, when Mr. Lu just washed the car, the staff found it from the back seat of your car."

This recording pen is not Qiao Anxia's, it is Qiao An's good... Lu Jinnian frowned, his steps paused, and then stretched out his hand, took the recording pen away from the assistant's hand, and then took a step towards the elevator.

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Returning to Huaying Media, Lu Jinnian had several emergency documents stacked on his desk. It was already 4:30 in the afternoon when he finished processing.

Lu Jinnian raised his hand, rubbed his tired eyebrows, leaned back on the office chair, sat quietly for about five minutes, straightened up, turned on the computer, and then caught a glimpse of being placed on the desk. That voice recorder.

Lu Jinnian hesitated for a while, instead of entering the computer password, he picked up the recorder.

This recorder seems to have been bought for some time, and some parts have been worn out.

Lu Jinnian pinched the recording pen and turned around in front of him, and he didn't see whether it was Qiao An or Qiao Anxia. People were always curious. Although Lu Jinnian knew that things fell on the car, he wanted to return The original owner, but still couldn't help but pressed the play button of the recorder.

There was a rustling voice, which was clearly transmitted from the recording pen. It took about ten seconds. Lu Jinnian heard a familiar tone from inside screaming a name he couldn’t know more: “Qiao Qiao, what are you going to do with what did I say?"

It was Xu Jiamu's voice, which was very magnetic and pleasant.

There was no good voice from Joan in the recorder. It was still a "sand rustle" sound. After a while, Xu Jiamu's urged tone came: "Qiao Qiao, what do you have to say quickly, why should you turn it off?" Come home?"

"Yo, Qiao Qiao, when did you know you took the initiative to pour water on me?"

"Brother Jia Mu, you are serious, I really have something to tell you." Finally, Joan's good voice came from the recorder, soft, with a touch of scorn.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm serious." With Xu Jiamu's indulgent tone, the boy coughed twice seriously: "Okay, I'm really serious now, come on, Qiao Qiao, I'm listening ."

It was quiet in the recorder for a while, and then Joan’s soft and soft voice sounded: "It said that the existence of everyone in the world is for the appearance of another person, I think, my appearance is just For your existence."

Lu Jinnian's expression suddenly became a little stagnation, staring at the voice recorder, slightly empty.

Xu Jiamu's answer didn't come from the recorder, but Joan's good voice came out one sentence after another.

"I don't have big dreams, I just hope to be with you."

"I don't have such a good literacy either, I just want to say, I want to love you like now after fifty years."

"I think there will never be another person in this life, like you, let me love deeply."

"You don't know, since the day I met you, everything I did was to get close to you."

"I have had many dreams, and I have you in every dream. I have many fantasies. I have fantasies with you every time. I have made many wishes. Every wish is for you to love me."