Hearing her father's voice, Yang Molly immediately calmed down.

She licked the corner of her lower lip nervously, her heart was in a mess, and she tried to organize the language to think how to accept it with her father.

"Molly, talk. What's the matter?" At the end of the phone, Yang asked eagerly.

"Dad, I'm ok. I just don't want to see Qiao yuluo. As a result, he knows where I live. For a while, I'm not in control of my mood... Br >

If I know about Qiao yuluo's bad temper towards her, I'll fly by plane to beat him up all night.

"This stinky boy, see how I clean him up!" Yang Yilin gasped.

Originally, I didn't look forward to their two being together. Now I'm pushing my daughter so hard that I don't want to see him. What does this kid want to do?

"Don't worry, dad will call him when he's here." Such a precious daughter, he could not see that his daughter suffered a little grievance.

"Dad, no, I can handle it myself, but it's nothing. You're busy with it. Let's not talk about it." Yang Molly was afraid that she would cry if she said more.

Far away in a foreign country, coupled with the present situation, people involuntarily fall into grief, involuntarily miss home, miss their parents.

"Molly, take care of yourself. Don't be too tired. Go out more when you have nothing to do."

The intention of sending her abroad for training is just to let her relax. Work and other things are the second most important. She is happy and happy.

"Dad, I see. Don't worry. Hang up first. Bye." After a few perfunctory remarks, she hung up the phone feebly.

Sitting by the bed, my mind was in a mess.

There's no knocking at the door. Should he have left?

Thinking of what he looked like just now, I felt a little bit upset.

How could he be like that?

Before that time, I saw him not dressed in a suit, gentle and elegant.

Now the eyes are bloodshot, the face is sallow and the beard is scratched. It's no different from the beggars on the street.

Can't he come begging from country to country in this period of time?

The more she thought about it, the more curious she got up from the bed and crept towards the door to see if he was really gone.

Looking through the cat's eyes, he sat still at the door.

Yang Molly is shocked. What is this man going to do?

Knowing that he didn't walk outside, the little heart was beating faster.

The body tightly clings to the door plank, the mood at the bottom of the heart begins to become subtle, so she should hate him, but why can't she hate him at all when she sees him like this?

For a while, my heart was very struggling. I couldn't hate him. I wanted to forgive him, but I didn't deserve it.

Thinking of the unexpected night, tears burst down.

Why forgive him? He's a scum!

With this iron mark on the bottom of her heart, she strode back to the bedroom and curled up on the bed, her shoulders shaking and crying.

Yang Molly has never been such a wimp in her life. As a result, since she met the scum Qiao yuluo, she began to suffer from anger and depression.

How could she be reconciled?

Crying enough, she got up from the bed, washed her face, put on makeup, put on her own clothes, changed clothes and went out.

She knew that Qiao yuluo had not left, but after opening the door, she was not surprised at all. She didn't even give him a look, and went up the elevator.

Joe yuluo squatted on the ground and half clapped slightly. When he got up to catch up with him, the elevator was slowly descending.

In order to stop Yang Moli and say a few words, he chased down the stairs directly

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