Chapter 948
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All the traces she once left behind are covered by dust as time goes by.
He sometimes thinks, if we continue to do this, what should he do for the next ten, twenty, and thirty years?
He put Sam at the head of the bed, leaned over and sniffed at an old skirt.
It was the skirt that Ronan had worn at the beginning, and the smell had almost disappeared. It was necessary to smell it hard to realize the familiar fragrance on her body.
Don't know when to start, he needs to put Ronan's old things in bed before he can sleep.
Ronan was dead at the beginning. He died clean and clean.
She left him alone in this hell, letting him suffer every day, every hour, even every minute.
She died, but lived to become a scar in his heart never scab.
He used to kill her for her, but he killed her with his own hands.
He turned off the light and closed his eyes alone in the quiet room.
In the heart that leaks the hole, always appears very open at night.
He didn't know what to fill in with.
It may never fill that gap.
Some wounds will never scab, some people will never forget.
*
the next day, Feng Youling, Fengjin's cousin, drove over and asked him to drink wine in the bar he invested in.
When he passed by, Fengjin was already there. Seeing him coming, the man raised his head and laughed at him.
Feng Youling is only in his early twenties, seven or eight years younger than Fengjin. He was admitted to university in London and opened a bar in London. In his school circle, he can be regarded as a successful person. However, in the eyes of Feng Jin and Fu Tingyuan, he is still a hairy boy.
Feng Youling put the wine on the table and invited Fu Tingyuan to drink it.
"Try it. How does the wine taste?" He was dyed with golden yellow hair, but because of his youth and beauty, he didn't seem to kill Matt. On the contrary, he still had some sunshine. Boys and girls like him very much in school.
Feng brocade had tasted several cups when they came. He said faintly, "it's OK."
He has drunk a lot of good wine, and his taste buds are also sensitive. Feng Youling's bottles of wine taste good, but not so good.
"Just ok?" Feng and Ling opened a pair of peach blossom eyes, very disagree like, "I think it's very good to drink, I've never drunk such a good wine."
He looked at Fu Tingyuan and asked for his advice: "what do you think, brother Fu?"
Fu Tingyuan leaned on the sofa and took a drink, "general."
"How can it be ordinary?" Feng Youling's yellow hair seems to be dim under the light, "I think it's really good to drink! If you buy them to make cocktails, they will sell well! "
Feng brocade looked at his way of blowing the wine into the sky, and he also saw a little hole in it. He asked, "does the owner of this wine look good?"
Feng Youling subconsciously replied, "I've never seen such a beautiful one..." He choked when he saw the clear eyes of Fengjin.
Feng Youling is beautiful and elegant. Naturally, she is very popular with girls in school. However, Fengjin knows that he is a little cousin because he grew up with a pet. He has a good eye for ordinary girls. Therefore, for 22 years, his love history has been blank.
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All the traces she once left behind are covered by dust as time goes by.
He sometimes thinks, if we continue to do this, what should he do for the next ten, twenty, and thirty years?
He put Sam at the head of the bed, leaned over and sniffed at an old skirt.
It was the skirt that Ronan had worn at the beginning, and the smell had almost disappeared. It was necessary to smell it hard to realize the familiar fragrance on her body.
Don't know when to start, he needs to put Ronan's old things in bed before he can sleep.
Ronan was dead at the beginning. He died clean and clean.
She left him alone in this hell, letting him suffer every day, every hour, even every minute.
She died, but lived to become a scar in his heart never scab.
He used to kill her for her, but he killed her with his own hands.
He turned off the light and closed his eyes alone in the quiet room.
In the heart that leaks the hole, always appears very open at night.
He didn't know what to fill in with.
It may never fill that gap.
Some wounds will never scab, some people will never forget.
*
the next day, Feng Youling, Fengjin's cousin, drove over and asked him to drink wine in the bar he invested in.
When he passed by, Fengjin was already there. Seeing him coming, the man raised his head and laughed at him.
Feng Youling is only in his early twenties, seven or eight years younger than Fengjin. He was admitted to university in London and opened a bar in London. In his school circle, he can be regarded as a successful person. However, in the eyes of Feng Jin and Fu Tingyuan, he is still a hairy boy.
Feng Youling put the wine on the table and invited Fu Tingyuan to drink it.
"Try it. How does the wine taste?" He was dyed with golden yellow hair, but because of his youth and beauty, he didn't seem to kill Matt. On the contrary, he still had some sunshine. Boys and girls like him very much in school.
Feng brocade had tasted several cups when they came. He said faintly, "it's OK."
He has drunk a lot of good wine, and his taste buds are also sensitive. Feng Youling's bottles of wine taste good, but not so good.
"Just ok?" Feng and Ling opened a pair of peach blossom eyes, very disagree like, "I think it's very good to drink, I've never drunk such a good wine."
He looked at Fu Tingyuan and asked for his advice: "what do you think, brother Fu?"
Fu Tingyuan leaned on the sofa and took a drink, "general."
"How can it be ordinary?" Feng Youling's yellow hair seems to be dim under the light, "I think it's really good to drink! If you buy them to make cocktails, they will sell well! "
Feng brocade looked at his way of blowing the wine into the sky, and he also saw a little hole in it. He asked, "does the owner of this wine look good?"
Feng Youling subconsciously replied, "I've never seen such a beautiful one..." He choked when he saw the clear eyes of Fengjin.
Feng Youling is beautiful and elegant. Naturally, she is very popular with girls in school. However, Fengjin knows that he is a little cousin because he grew up with a pet. He has a good eye for ordinary girls. Therefore, for 22 years, his love history has been blank.
All the traces she once left behind are covered by dust as time goes by. He sometimes thinks, if we continue to do this, what should he do for the next ten, twenty, and thirty years? He put Sam at the head of the bed, leaned over and sniffed at an old skirt. It was the skirt that Ronan had worn at the beginning, and the smell had almost disappeared. It was necessary to smell it hard to realize the familiar fragrance on her body. Don't know when to start, he needs to put Ronan's old things in bed before he can sleep. Ronan was dead at the beginning. He died clean and clean. She left him alone in this hell, letting him suffer every day, every hour, even every minute. She died, but lived to become a scar in his heart never scab. He used to kill her for her, but he killed her with his own hands. He turned off the light and closed his eyes alone in the quiet room. In the heart that leaks the hole, always appears very open at night. He didn't know what to fill in with. It may never fill that gap. Some wounds will never scab, some people will never forget. *the next day, Feng Youling, Fengjin's cousin, drove over and asked him to drink wine in the bar he invested in. When he passed by, Fengjin was already there. Seeing him coming, the man raised his head and laughed at him. Feng Youling is only in his early twenties, seven or eight years younger than Fengjin. He was admitted to university in London and opened a bar in London. In his school circle, he can be regarded as a successful person. However, in the eyes of Feng Jin and Fu Tingyuan, he is still a hairy boy. Feng Youling put the wine on the table and invited Fu Tingyuan to drink it. "Try it. How does the wine taste?" He was dyed with golden yellow hair, but because of his youth and beauty, he didn't seem to kill Matt. On the contrary, he still had some sunshine. Boys and girls like him very much in school. Feng brocade had tasted several cups when they came. He said faintly, "it's OK." He has drunk a lot of good wine, and his taste buds are also sensitive. Feng Youling's bottles of wine taste good, but not so good. "Just ok?" Feng and Ling opened a pair of peach blossom eyes, very disagree like, "I think it's very good to drink, I've never drunk such a good wine." He looked at Fu Tingyuan and asked for his advice: "what do you think, brother Fu?" Fu Tingyuan leaned on the sofa and took a drink, "general." "How can it be ordinary?" Feng Youling's yellow hair seems to be dim under the light, "I think it's really good to drink! If you buy them to make cocktails, they will sell well! " Feng brocade looked at his way of blowing the wine into the sky, and he also saw a little hole in it. He asked, "does the owner of this wine look good?" Feng Youling subconsciously replied, "I've never seen such a beautiful one..." He choked when he saw the clear eyes of Fengjin. Feng Youling is beautiful and elegant. Naturally, she is very popular with girls in school. However, Fengjin knows that he is a little cousin because he grew up with a pet. He has a good eye for ordinary girls. Therefore, for 22 years, his love history has been blank.
