"He said angrily that he wanted to break up with me, and we had a big fight. He bought the necklace after working for two months on the weekend. He said that I didn't cherish him at all... "

Say, say, Jing Xiang then cry tears all over the face.

Liu Yao didn't know what to say. She just held Jingxiang and felt the shiver from the deep of her quiet and weak body

"I'll help you find the necklace. I will. " Liu Yao was very nervous.

"Yes. Quiet Xiang, silent? "

" Wuwu Yao Yao, here I am

From the toilet came Wu Yimo's sad voice.

"Silence, why are you crying?"

This evening, Wu Yimo has not been right. He has been singing fierce Hi, pouring wine, that big cup of Tsingtao beer as plain water to drink.

In Wu Yimo's life, the most painful thing is lovelorn.

The number of times that Wu Yimo is lovelorn every year is basically equivalent to the number of menstruation in a year. This is a rather strange phenomenon. Every time she is lovelorn, Wu Yimo invites Liu Yao to eat a big meal to vent her sadness.

Basically, after a big meal, she will have a new goal.

But never before like this time, hi songs, drinking, hiding in the toilet secretly crying

Liu Yao knows that she is in love again.

But this time, it is different from before.

She used to dump people. This time

Liu Yao quickly pushes open the small door in the toilet and sees Wu Yimo leaning against the wall, tears in a strange gesture.

"Wu Yimo, it's not the first time that you have been lovelorn. What are you crying about? Don't you think you're too pretentious? "

Wu Yimo said in a loud voice: "I fell down in the toilet and cried in pain?"

When Liu Yao saw her like that, she was very distressed and helped her up: "OK, OK. Let's go. "

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