Well

The express boy didn't know how to open his mouth. He cleared his throat and said, "Sir, this is the flower someone sent to Miss Bai su. Could you sign for it?"

Han Zhaoxue's cold vision swept over him and fell on the pink rose, "who sent it?"

"This, this is the privacy of the customer. Sorry, it's not convenient for us to disclose."

Han Zhao snow pulled a corner of mouth, "that I also have the right to refuse?"

The courier was blocked for a while, and he said, "that gentleman left a card."

Then he took out a beautiful card from the flower and handed it to Han Zhaoxue, "I really don't know the rest."

Han Zhaoxue took it over and turned it over to have a look

Bai Su, happy birthday, ten years, what I owe you, whether it's a meal or something else, I hope to make up for it. If you like, mirage on Friday, I hope to see you.

No signature, but that "ten years" almost instantly made Han Zhaoxue realize who it was.

Bai Su's emotional history is too clear. There is no Bai Su except Jiang Yifan. Come on!]

[February 23, 2011]

My application form was torn by my brother. He was very angry about my going abroad. We had a fight.

I'm so tired

[March 6, 2011]

I'm pregnant.

What should I do

[light rain on March 9, 2011]

I don't want to kill the child, and I don't want it to be like me. I want to be selfish once

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