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Times Square.
The square is located in the bustling commercial street, with an endless stream of people coming and going. Amid the noise, a girl is sitting quietly on a bench, her eyes empty, as if in a daze. At this time, a young mother led a toddler by. The toddler was not stable enough to walk. After a few steps, the toddler would fall. The young mother followed him all the way. Seeing him fall, she immediately picked up the toddler and coaxed him until the toddler showed a smile.
The girl's empty eyes fell on the child, her fingers hanging on both sides were a little tight. If the child was still alive, he would be a toddler like this. If he fell down, she would hold him up and coax him
Children
The girl's fingers slowly slide to her abdomen, and then close her eyes in pain. Her fingernails are deeply embedded in the skin and flesh, marking one bloodstain after another.
When she opened her eyes again, the dark eyes were deserted. I don't know how long it took for her to get up slowly and leave step by step. In her sight, she seemed to break into a familiar figure. Her back suddenly froze, and her whole body seemed to be trapped in the acupoints, but she quickly hung down in a panic and left quickly.
On the roadside beside the square, a black Bentley car quietly stops there.
In the car, song muyuan's back is very straight. His hands are holding the steering wheel tightly. His knuckles are white and his eyes are gloomy.
A moment later, he suddenly starts the car, and black Bentley drives towards the intersection ahead. It's just a short distance of about 100 meters. Song muyuan's palm, which has always been calm, is a layer of sweat.
The girl stood quietly on the side of the road, as if waiting for the bus, but her expression was a little dull. Even if there was an empty car passing by occasionally honking its horn to remind her, she didn't recover.
After leaving him, has she always been so absent-minded?
Song muyuan's heart is entangled with something. His heart is broken and full of pain. It's not intense, but it can't be erased. It's like the maggot of tarsal bone, which makes his life worse than death.
Bentley car stopped at the side of the road. Just for a moment, the girl's empty eyes were like seeing a ghost. Her pupils suddenly shrank, staring at the Bentley car, and then instinctively wanted to Escape. As soon as she raised her leg, her wrist was held by a big palm. Song muyuan was wearing a white shirt over his upper body, two pieces of which were untied at the collar, and a clean short hair. Because she had lost a lot of weight recently, the shirt
looked very big, and his lower body was a pair of dark trousers, which was a gift she had given him before.
The position held by a man is like a fire, burning hot. She instinctively struggles to get rid of his hand.
She was afraid that all this was just an illusion for her. She shouldn't have thought about it any more. That person She had long forgotten.
Can see him again, even if she feels just hallucination, but her heart, still can't restrain pain up, blood dripping.
For her, song muyuan is her obsession, her persistence, and she is trapped in it, unable to forget, unable to turn around, Rao is injured, but she still can't let go.
"Yan Qi I'm just passing by. I'll see you take a taxi here. Can I give you a ride? " Song muyuan opened his mouth in a dumb voice. His eyebrows and eyes drooped, and his big palm tightly grasped her wrist. He didn't mean to refuse her at all.
Shen Yan's face suddenly froze, the Mou light slightly flickered for a moment, isn't really her hallucination?
This man has temperature in front of him. At this moment, he holds her wrist, and she can feel his temperature
But this man never belonged to her. No matter before, now, or in the future, she should not give her hope, should she? Shen Yanxi's slightly pale cheek slowly showed a smile and wanted to take back her hand. She found that song muyuan didn't mean to let go, so she gave up the struggle and just shook her head, "no, Mr. Song, I'll take a taxi myself
" Would you please let go? Here Not so good. "
Because the two people's appearance is too high, especially song muyuan's white clothes, coupled with the Bentley car, at first glance, they are of extraordinary status, which naturally attracts the envy of many passers-by.
Song muyuan's heart suddenly shrank, and he grabbed her wrist fingers. He could not help but increase his strength, as if he was afraid that as soon as he released his hand, he would never catch her again.
"I'll see you off. By the way, I'll ask you about some business matters. You left in a hurry and they couldn't handle many things well." Song muyuan found a very poor excuse.
Shen Yanqi looks at him, so is it just for business?
Yes, it's not for business. What else can it be for?
Shen Yan smelled the words, slightly lowered his eyes, and his face was still, "good."
Song muyuan's heart suddenly trembled. He wanted to explain something, but he just said goodbye. He led her to Bentley and opened the front passenger's door for her.
In the past, he never opened the door for her, nor allowed her to sit in the co pilot's seat, because that seat was reserved for his sweetheart. She knows everything in her heart, so she never touches his taboo and bottom line. She has always been very sensible, sensible to heartbreaking, and she never fights, because she knows that she can never fight for the mole in his heart.
This series of behaviors of song muyuan are too abnormal. Shen Yanqi struggles in his heart, but he still gets on the car and sits down in the co driver's seat.
Song muyuan closed the car door. At that moment, he realized that he was so nervous. His arms were shaking gently.
Song muyuan stood by the car for a while, then he got on the car with his slender legs.
"There is a good coffee shop not far ahead. Go there and talk about it "All right?" Song muyuan starts the car and asks in a hoarse voice.
Shen Yan hang head, don't know what to think, smell speech just nod, "good." Song muyuan suddenly stepped on the brake again, and then leaned over. Shen Yanxi's back was tight in a straight line. In her dark eyes, the thin and clear outline of a man was reflected. Between her nose and breath, the peculiar fragrance of a man lingered. Her pupils suddenly shrank, her heart suddenly stopped beating for a few beats, and then sounded like a drum.
Song muyuan stretched out his hand around her waist, then pulled on the seat belt and tied it for her. When he approached her just now, he noticed her change clearly, and his uneasiness was swept away. She told him It's not totally without feeling!
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Times Square.
The square is located in the bustling commercial street, with an endless stream of people coming and going. Amid the noise, a girl is sitting quietly on a bench, her eyes empty, as if in a daze. At this time, a young mother led a toddler by. The toddler was not stable enough to walk. After a few steps, the toddler would fall. The young mother followed him all the way. Seeing him fall, she immediately picked up the toddler and coaxed him until the toddler showed a smile.
The girl's empty eyes fell on the child, her fingers hanging on both sides were a little tight. If the child was still alive, he would be a toddler like this. If he fell down, she would hold him up and coax him
Children
The girl's fingers slowly slide to her abdomen, and then close her eyes in pain. Her fingernails are deeply embedded in the skin and flesh, marking one bloodstain after another.
When she opened her eyes again, the dark eyes were deserted. I don't know how long it took for her to get up slowly and leave step by step. In her sight, she seemed to break into a familiar figure. Her back suddenly froze, and her whole body seemed to be trapped in the acupoints, but she quickly hung down in a panic and left quickly.
On the roadside beside the square, a black Bentley car quietly stops there.
In the car, song muyuan's back is very straight. His hands are holding the steering wheel tightly. His knuckles are white and his eyes are gloomy.
A moment later, he suddenly starts the car, and black Bentley drives towards the intersection ahead. It's just a short distance of about 100 meters. Song muyuan's palm, which has always been calm, is a layer of sweat.
The girl stood quietly on the side of the road, as if waiting for the bus, but her expression was a little dull. Even if there was an empty car passing by occasionally honking its horn to remind her, she didn't recover.
After leaving him, has she always been so absent-minded?
Song muyuan's heart is entangled with something. His heart is broken and full of pain. It's not intense, but it can't be erased. It's like the maggot of tarsal bone, which makes his life worse than death.
Bentley car stopped at the side of the road. Just for a moment, the girl's empty eyes were like seeing a ghost. Her pupils suddenly shrank, staring at the Bentley car, and then instinctively wanted to Escape. As soon as she raised her leg, her wrist was held by a big palm. Song muyuan was wearing a white shirt over his upper body, two pieces of which were untied at the collar, and a clean short hair. Because she had lost a lot of weight recently, the shirt
looked very big, and his lower body was a pair of dark trousers, which was a gift she had given him before.
The position held by a man is like a fire, burning hot. She instinctively struggles to get rid of his hand.
She was afraid that all this was just an illusion for her. She shouldn't have thought about it any more. That person She had long forgotten.
Can see him again, even if she feels just hallucination, but her heart, still can't restrain pain up, blood dripping.
For her, song muyuan is her obsession, her persistence, and she is trapped in it, unable to forget, unable to turn around, Rao is injured, but she still can't let go.
"Yan Qi I'm just passing by. I'll see you take a taxi here. Can I give you a ride? " Song muyuan opened his mouth in a dumb voice. His eyebrows and eyes drooped, and his big palm tightly grasped her wrist. He didn't mean to refuse her at all.
Shen Yan's face suddenly froze, the Mou light slightly flickered for a moment, isn't really her hallucination?
This man has temperature in front of him. At this moment, he holds her wrist, and she can feel his temperature
But this man never belonged to her. No matter before, now, or in the future, she should not give her hope, should she? Shen Yanxi's slightly pale cheek slowly showed a smile and wanted to take back her hand. She found that song muyuan didn't mean to let go, so she gave up the struggle and just shook her head, "no, Mr. Song, I'll take a taxi myself
" Would you please let go? Here Not so good. "
Because the two people's appearance is too high, especially song muyuan's white clothes, coupled with the Bentley car, at first glance, they are of extraordinary status, which naturally attracts the envy of many passers-by.
Song muyuan's heart suddenly shrank, and he grabbed her wrist fingers. He could not help but increase his strength, as if he was afraid that as soon as he released his hand, he would never catch her again.
"I'll see you off. By the way, I'll ask you about some business matters. You left in a hurry and they couldn't handle many things well." Song muyuan found a very poor excuse.
Shen Yanqi looks at him, so is it just for business?
Yes, it's not for business. What else can it be for?
Shen Yan smelled the words, slightly lowered his eyes, and his face was still, "good."
Song muyuan's heart suddenly trembled. He wanted to explain something, but he just said goodbye. He led her to Bentley and opened the front passenger's door for her.
In the past, he never opened the door for her, nor allowed her to sit in the co pilot's seat, because that seat was reserved for his sweetheart. She knows everything in her heart, so she never touches his taboo and bottom line. She has always been very sensible, sensible to heartbreaking, and she never fights, because she knows that she can never fight for the mole in his heart.
This series of behaviors of song muyuan are too abnormal. Shen Yanqi struggles in his heart, but he still gets on the car and sits down in the co driver's seat.
Song muyuan closed the car door. At that moment, he realized that he was so nervous. His arms were shaking gently.
Song muyuan stood by the car for a while, then he got on the car with his slender legs.
"There is a good coffee shop not far ahead. Go there and talk about it "All right?" Song muyuan starts the car and asks in a hoarse voice.
Shen Yan hang head, don't know what to think, smell speech just nod, "good." Song muyuan suddenly stepped on the brake again, and then leaned over. Shen Yanxi's back was tight in a straight line. In her dark eyes, the thin and clear outline of a man was reflected. Between her nose and breath, the peculiar fragrance of a man lingered. Her pupils suddenly shrank, her heart suddenly stopped beating for a few beats, and then sounded like a drum.
Song muyuan stretched out his hand around her waist, then pulled on the seat belt and tied it for her. When he approached her just now, he noticed her change clearly, and his uneasiness was swept away. She told him It's not totally without feeling!
Times Square. The square is located in the bustling commercial street, with an endless stream of people coming and going. Amid the noise, a girl is sitting quietly on a bench, her eyes empty, as if in a daze. At this time, a young mother led a toddler by. The toddler was not stable enough to walk. After a few steps, the toddler would fall. The young mother followed him all the way. Seeing him fall, she immediately picked up the toddler and coaxed him until the toddler showed a smile. The girl's empty eyes fell on the child, her fingers hanging on both sides were a little tight. If the child was still alive, he would be a toddler like this. If he fell down, she would hold him up and coax him Children The girl's fingers slowly slide to her abdomen, and then close her eyes in pain. Her fingernails are deeply embedded in the skin and flesh, marking one bloodstain after another. When she opened her eyes again, the dark eyes were deserted. I don't know how long it took for her to get up slowly and leave step by step. In her sight, she seemed to break into a familiar figure. Her back suddenly froze, and her whole body seemed to be trapped in the acupoints, but she quickly hung down in a panic and left quickly. On the roadside beside the square, a black Bentley car quietly stops there. In the car, song muyuan's back is very straight. His hands are holding the steering wheel tightly. His knuckles are white and his eyes are gloomy. A moment later, he suddenly starts the car, and black Bentley drives towards the intersection ahead. It's just a short distance of about 100 meters. Song muyuan's palm, which has always been calm, is a layer of sweat. The girl stood quietly on the side of the road, as if waiting for the bus, but her expression was a little dull. Even if there was an empty car passing by occasionally honking its horn to remind her, she didn't recover. After leaving him, has she always been so absent-minded? Song muyuan's heart is entangled with something. His heart is broken and full of pain. It's not intense, but it can't be erased. It's like the maggot of tarsal bone, which makes his life worse than death. Bentley car stopped at the side of the road. Just for a moment, the girl's empty eyes were like seeing a ghost. Her pupils suddenly shrank, staring at the Bentley car, and then instinctively wanted to Escape. As soon as she raised her leg, her wrist was held by a big palm. Song muyuan was wearing a white shirt over his upper body, two pieces of which were untied at the collar, and a clean short hair. Because she had lost a lot of weight recently, the shirt looked very big, and his lower body was a pair of dark trousers, which was a gift she had given him before. The position held by a man is like a fire, burning hot. She instinctively struggles to get rid of his hand. She was afraid that all this was just an illusion for her. She shouldn't have thought about it any more. That person She had long forgotten. Can see him again, even if she feels just hallucination, but her heart, still can't restrain pain up, blood dripping. For her, song muyuan is her obsession, her persistence, and she is trapped in it, unable to forget, unable to turn around, Rao is injured, but she still can't let go. "Yan Qi I'm just passing by. I'll see you take a taxi here. Can I give you a ride? " Song muyuan opened his mouth in a dumb voice. His eyebrows and eyes drooped, and his big palm tightly grasped her wrist. He didn't mean to refuse her at all. Shen Yan's face suddenly froze, the Mou light slightly flickered for a moment, isn't really her hallucination? This man has temperature in front of him. At this moment, he holds her wrist, and she can feel his temperature But this man never belonged to her. No matter before, now, or in the future, she should not give her hope, should she? Shen Yanxi's slightly pale cheek slowly showed a smile and wanted to take back her hand. She found that song muyuan didn't mean to let go, so she gave up the struggle and just shook her head, "no, Mr. Song, I'll take a taxi myself " Would you please let go? Here Not so good. " Because the two people's appearance is too high, especially song muyuan's white clothes, coupled with the Bentley car, at first glance, they are of extraordinary status, which naturally attracts the envy of many passers-by. Song muyuan's heart suddenly shrank, and he grabbed her wrist fingers. He could not help but increase his strength, as if he was afraid that as soon as he released his hand, he would never catch her again. "I'll see you off. By the way, I'll ask you about some business matters. You left in a hurry and they couldn't handle many things well." Song muyuan found a very poor excuse. Shen Yanqi looks at him, so is it just for business? Yes, it's not for business. What else can it be for? Shen Yan smelled the words, slightly lowered his eyes, and his face was still, "good." Song muyuan's heart suddenly trembled. He wanted to explain something, but he just said goodbye. He led her to Bentley and opened the front passenger's door for her. In the past, he never opened the door for her, nor allowed her to sit in the co pilot's seat, because that seat was reserved for his sweetheart. She knows everything in her heart, so she never touches his taboo and bottom line. She has always been very sensible, sensible to heartbreaking, and she never fights, because she knows that she can never fight for the mole in his heart. This series of behaviors of song muyuan are too abnormal. Shen Yanqi struggles in his heart, but he still gets on the car and sits down in the co driver's seat. Song muyuan closed the car door. At that moment, he realized that he was so nervous. His arms were shaking gently. Song muyuan stood by the car for a while, then he got on the car with his slender legs. "There is a good coffee shop not far ahead. Go there and talk about it "All right?" Song muyuan starts the car and asks in a hoarse voice. Shen Yan hang head, don't know what to think, smell speech just nod, "good." Song muyuan suddenly stepped on the brake again, and then leaned over. Shen Yanxi's back was tight in a straight line. In her dark eyes, the thin and clear outline of a man was reflected. Between her nose and breath, the peculiar fragrance of a man lingered. Her pupils suddenly shrank, her heart suddenly stopped beating for a few beats, and then sounded like a drum. Song muyuan stretched out his hand around her waist, then pulled on the seat belt and tied it for her. When he approached her just now, he noticed her change clearly, and his uneasiness was swept away. She told him It's not totally without feeling!
