Penultimate paragraph: She should have a better "life"
The last sentence should be: short-term pain is better than long-term pain...
Guoguo's hand trembled, it was wrong. I'll find an editor to correct it tomorrow. The author of the VIP chapter can't change it himself.
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"It's not what?" Warm tears welled up, and he couldn't stop crying: "Leng Yan, are you hiding something from me, can you tell me? You said you love me, you said you wouldn't lie to me, it was you who said
Yes, you said it all, I don’t believe you lied to me..."
Leng Yan listened to the crying coming from the other end with heartache. He wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her that he lied to her that night and that she was the only one he loved.
However, it’s just a thought.
After crying for a long time, he listened silently, waiting for the warm voice to gradually weaken. His nails had already been embedded into the flesh of his palms, and he spoke softly:
"Nuan Nuan, what I mean is that I hope you don't give up. Fashion design is very important to you, so don't act out of emotion, okay?"
Motivated by emotion? Haha, it turns out that’s what he meant!
Warm Cry wiped away the tears hard, but still couldn't stop it. She bit her lip, and all her strength disappeared from the crying: "You don't have to worry about me anymore. You don't have to call me again in the future.
goodbye!"
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Leng Yan put down the phone, the cup on the table slipped and shattered on the floor, and told his secretary to clean up the office. He drove out of the garage, confused and didn't know where he was going, so he stopped on the road, the horns blared one after another behind him, Leng Yan
Yan parked the car on the side of the road, looked at a dessert shop, and went in by accident.
"Nine ice creams." He whispered.
The appearance of the extremely handsome guy naturally attracted the attention of a bunch of sexy girls. Some girls even secretly took photos of him and prepared to post them on their blogs in a while. They had already thought of a name, so they called him: The Extremely Handsome Ice Cream Guy.
Hearing everyone's sighs, he heard a lonely smile on his lips.
What would their expressions be like if they knew his current situation?
He came out with the packed bags, sat in the car, opened one, and took a big bite. The cold taste slid down his throat and stimulated his stomach, but it still overcame the unintentional numbness. A drop of warm
The stuff dripped down, fell onto the ice cream, and melted quickly.
Nuannuan likes ice cream very much, but he has never bought it for her. And because he has a bad stomach, he rarely eats cold things.
Today, he just wanted to taste her favorite taste. He wanted to remember it firmly and never forget it.
Tan Qing's car stopped and she looked at the people inside through the partially lowered window. She was slightly stunned. He got out of the car and walked towards Leng Yan.
"Tan Qing?"
Leng Yan was a little embarrassed. He quickly took out the paper and wiped his mouth. In just a few seconds, he immediately regained his composure and elegance.
He got out of the car, looked at Tan Qing, and smiled: "What a coincidence!"
"Yes, what a coincidence." Tan Qing's lips moved, and she slightly narrowed her eyes to look inside: "Isn't Nuannuan here?"
"We..." Leng Yan decided to "confess" in front of Tan Qing: "We broke up completely."
"Why?" Tan Qing was startled for a moment, her pale face turned pale, her fists were already clenched, she gritted her teeth and looked at Leng Yan: "Leng Yan, what tricks did you pull this time?"
It would be great if he did it himself. Leng Yan lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, then raised his head and said seriously: "Tan Qing, Nuannuan is a good girl. If you think you can convince your family to give her happiness, then
Go chase it.”
"hehe!"
A sneer sounded from behind the two of them, and the familiarity made their hearts palpitate.
Tan Qing quickly turned around, but Leng Yan turned his face away.
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There are still three thousand words left. Dear friends, if you want to get up early tomorrow, go to bed first. It will be the same when you read it tomorrow morning.
The following 3,000 words will be written in one chapter. For someone like me who is very slow at typing, it will probably take me very, very late~~~~(wipe your sweat first)