Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

"Miss Song, I bought this one."

It's such a familiar sentence. It's like a mantra. It can't be broken at all. The breakfast just now was only a few thousand yuan, but now the skirt is worth a lot of money. Not everyone can take out the 100000 yuan. Although for song Zhiran, a mere 100000 yuan is not much money, it's a very unpleasant thing to be preempted in the end. It's like having breakfast just now and buying clothes now. It's like being preempted. Although the heart is good, but always feel uncomfortable.

However, in this case, song Zhiran could not change anything. He walked out of the door of the famous store with his clothes and left the busy block under the eyes of a large group of waiters. Next, song Zhiran was very strange. It seemed that all the things she bought didn't need money. Someone paid for them. In the end, she was so bored that she had to go home. After all, she felt that home was the safest place. This mysterious figure had eroded her life. Song Zhiran didn't think it was fun at all. After all, she couldn't find out for herself, which showed that this person had enough backstage, It's all pervasive. Such a thing is really frightening. Don't know what the other party wants to do, is the most terrible. People's understanding of fear is always unknown.

When he got home, song Zhiran was in no mood. His mind was full of paying the bills. If his clothes were not for his good heart, song Zhiran would have thrown them away.

Sitting on the sofa, song Zhiran thinks that everything is wrong. This person knows that he lives here, knows that he goes shopping, knows what brand he likes, and knows that he likes to live in the Long Island Hotel. This is just like a devil all over the place. It's not the dead women in England who are making trouble.

I think of it., Song Zhiran dialed the overseas telephone directly. He couldn't wait for a moment. He just had goose bumps.

"I tell you, don't play tricks all day long. If I find out that you did it, you're finished."

Song Zhiran's face is full of curses, but he doesn't know what's going on. He always thinks that the person who answers the phone is always the one.

"Ranran, you can change your temper."

The other end of the phone is a slow voice, not urgent, seems to be distant and ethereal. An old voice came over, and song Zhiran immediately understood who was the owner of the voice.

"Why haven't you died? Why don't you die? Do you treat my mother like this?" Song Zhiran didn't stop talking. Instead, he intensified his anger. It seemed that all his anger was rushed to his head. He was about to explode.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. It seemed that he felt guilty. However, this silence made song Zhiran more energetic, as if he was speaking more bitterly.

"You think it's good for you to hide in England. You think you can have a son with a little woman. I tell you, there's no way."

At this moment, song Zhiran is a crazy woman, and the man on the other end of the phone has been mad. If it wasn't for the phone, it would be a slap in the face. The man on the other end of the phone, no one else, is song Zhiran's father. The enemy she grew up with seems to be the enemy with deep blood feud.

All along, song Zhiran has been thinking about how two people are irreconcilable. But over the years, she has to take the name and shackles he gave her. She can never help it, because her surname is song.

This is a blood relationship that can not be changed. It is a tragic connection that can not be cut off. Song Zhiran can not deny these. No matter how much she hates the Song family, she will always be the offspring of the Song family, which can not be changed and given up.

Song Zhiran can hear the rapid breathing voice over there. It seems that she is very dissatisfied. This feeling makes song Zhiran feel happy and fierce. It seems that she is very comfortable and happy like revenge. She can't help laughing, as if she can understand that she is always a winner.

Later, the busy sound of "Du, Du, du..." came from the other end of the phone, and all this was dim.

It seems that the sky is going to rain, everything is gray, it seems that God is crying, song Zhiran suddenly felt that he has been a failure, he wanted to seize the things and people, as if he had never grasped, don't know why family friendship love, as if nothing is the same, just lost the courage.

Lin Minjia all the way to the airport, rushed into the gate, the whole person is silly, so many people, where to find their own Wu Qingluo ah, the vast sea of people, already submerged ah.

Looking around, it seems that the transparent top is spinning, as if the whole person's eyes are spent. Where can I find a person for this colorful stream of people.

Lin Minjia doesn't know whether to set out at home or abroad. There is no sign at all. This is just a fantasy. There seems to be a figure on the elevator, which is so similar. Lin Minjia's heart is burning with hope. It seems that as long as there is a little sign, he can feel like a raging fire.

Lin Minjia ran quickly, as if to catch that person, even if not, even if it is very similar, also want to catch her, keep her.

That person has already stepped onto the elevator and slowly ascended. Lin Minjia dashed all the way just to speed up. If he entered the gate, there would be no hope. In a word, Lin Minjia only wanted an opportunity to explain.

"Falling... Falling..." all the people looked back, but the similar figure didn't look back. Lin Minjia couldn't see the person's face, but from the back, it was so similar. There was no way to prove it. On the contrary, it aggravated Lin Minjia's suspicion. That person must be Wu Qingluo, and she didn't look back, Just want to leave quickly, so Lin Minjia will speed up the pace.

Finally caught up, Lin Minjia's hand is about to reach, but the man stood still. Lin Minjia doesn't know where the courage comes from. It seems that she has the impulse to express herself and stops all of a sudden.

"Fall, I know I'm not good. Over the years, I don't worry about your feelings. I know that I've been hesitating, but this time, I really don't want to lose you, do you know? You are my happiness and my whole world. Without you, everything is meaningless. Really, I can't live without you. "

When Lin Minjia expresses her deep feelings, it seems that there are more and more people around her. Everyone is holding a mobile phone to shoot wildly. Lin Minjia doesn't mind at all. As long as she can keep Wu Qingluo, what is this little thing? This is the advertisement of the century. It seems that many tourists waiting for the plane have been watching. Some people even took videos and posted them on the Internet. They have already started to have a click through rate.

"Luoluo, will you stay? Don't leave me

Lin Minjia continued, as if he had to keep Wu Qingluo.

Some people around here have already begun to recognize Lin Minjia.

"Isn't this Lin Minjia, the famous entrepreneur?"

"Yes, I haven't recognized it if you don't say it."

"Oh, rich people just like to hype."

"I can't say it's propaganda for their company."

Some of them left after seeing it, but they were still discussing it on the way, which was heard by Wu Qingluo who was waiting for the plane.

"Confessing, who is Lin Minjia confessing to? He is still sitting here. Who else can there be? It's too much."

Wu Qingluo was angry for a moment, so she stood up and walked towards the crowd, trying to see what had happened.

Lin minjiatai devoted herself to the confession, but did not find Wu Qingluo outside the crowd.

The person who looks like Wu Qingluo turns around, and Lin Minjia is shocked. Although the back is so similar, the face is much different. Although the person who turns around is a woman, it is clear that she looks like a flower, which is disgusting.

"Wow, handsome, are you talking to me?" The plot is a 180 degree reversal, and everything begins to have a comic effect. Lin Minjia doesn't know whether to cry or laugh at this ugly monster. She feels more disgusted than swallowing a fly. All the people burst into laughter, and some good people even yelled: "kiss one... Kiss one..." just for fear that the world would not be in chaos.

"I'm sorry, I've got the wrong person."

Lin Minjia's face was red and white. She was embarrassed. She couldn't tell exactly what was going on. She was so confused that she didn't know who was wrong. She also confessed for several minutes. It was a shame. If she was a beautiful woman, she could recover, But now she is such an ugly woman. Lin Minjia thinks that she is finished.

It's almost time for Wu Qingluo to retreat. You know, he doesn't want to expose his identity.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Minjia seems to have seen Wu Qingluo, but he is not sure. But in the twinkling of an eye, the person has disappeared. Lin Minjia runs towards the place and can't find Wu Qingluo.

Wu Qing hides behind the huge pillar and wants to cry, but she understands that everything is over and it's all over. Even if it's the confession of the century, she doesn't want to stay and mix in anything. When love makes people feel tired, it's time to let go. Wu Qing leaned against the cold marble column, just across a thin layer of shirt. The cold temperature immediately penetrated into the warm skin, which seemed to make people feel sober. The pores open instantly, accepting the temperature from different worlds, which makes Wu Qingluo feel that it is so hard, as if everything is at the end, and there is nothing to ask.

The lip is bitten by Wu Qingluo, is to let oneself more sober, in order to let oneself not to regret, does not let oneself have the opportunity to flinch.

At this moment, Lin Minjia is in the departure hall, spinning side by side. It seems that Wu Qingluo can be found in the gray stream of people. However, this is not a reliable thing. As time goes by, everything is just a waste of effort. Time and characters will change.

Finally, Wu Qingluo decided to leave. It was not cruel. Maybe he was tolerant to others, or he was cruel to himself. Wu Qingluo didn't want to break his wings because of others.

After entering the gate, he bought a cup of coffee, sat next to the landing glass and watched the planes take off one by one. Suddenly, Wu Qingluo was cheerful, as if he felt unprecedented happiness. Maybe he could fly to a farther place all the time, but his time and energy didn't allow him. Now, everything is finally settled, Finally, I can get rid of my worries. It's like seeing through the world of mortals. Finally, I can go to the place I want to go. Love, let's all go.

When the plane rushed to a height of more than 3000 meters, it seemed that even tears were so insignificant. Seeing the entangled clouds from the window, it seemed that everything was so calm. Wu Qingluo suddenly felt that his decision was right, and nothing was more pleasant than now.

Lin Minjia has been waiting for a long time, wandering in the lobby for a long time, and some people still point out to him because of the previous things, but Lin Minjia doesn't care at all. As long as she can find Wu Qingluo back, her grievance is nothing at all, but the sky is slowly getting dark, and her hope has become dim. Everything is so sad.

Song Zhiran is still having a tantrum at home, but he finds the news on the TV. This is clearly Lin Minjia, the fifth century advertisement of the diamond king, what and what it is. Song Zhiran's mood is even worse. Why can't he get anything, and some people can get what they want without effort. Why is God so unfair. Song Zhiran picked up a pillow and smashed it directly at the TV. It seems that only in this way can he relieve his hatred.

No, how can't not ask a clear, song Zhiran picked up the phone, call Lin Minjia.

"Du... Du... Du..." there was a busy tone on the other end of the phone, and no one answered it at all, as if the owner of the phone had disappeared for a long time.

Song Zhiran doesn't give up and wants to dial the phone one after another. It seems that she is about to collapse. At this moment, she needs a comfort. She needs Lin Minjia to tell her that all this is a misunderstanding. She needs an explanation. But the busy sound makes the whole world bleak, as if nothing can be changed.