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Chapter 329: Brother, forget about Sister Sijin

Jiajia, Jiajia, he gritted his teeth and recited these two words in his heart. Everything was his fault, everything was his fault. He finally understood that women would never have anything to do with things between men and women.

It's all men who are wrong. This is the truth summarized by men from generation to generation!

It's not like he doesn't want to explain. Will she believe him if he explains? She has already convicted him, why should he explain again and get her back?

What a vulnerable feeling, women always say they don’t feel safe! She can’t give herself a sense of security, so how can others give her a sense of security? She knows that she is self-righteous and wandering all day long. If she wants to hide, it’s best to hide for the rest of her life. If she doesn’t want to come back, she will die.

He won't worry about anything outside, Kou!

"Hey, Mr. Shi, who made you angry and angry like this?" A car suddenly stopped at the door of the wine. The sexy and hot beauty took off her sunglasses. Shi Ying took a look, picked up the remains of the phone, and turned around and entered the wine.

.

At the same time, Yan Zhen's cell phone rang suddenly.

The number displayed was Xingan, and he answered the call: "Xingan."

"Brother." Xin Gan took the phone to the corridor and called in a reproachful tone: "Brother, are you very busy these days?"

"What's the matter?"

"Uh, bro, today's Valentine's Day, Chinese Valentine's Day, why didn't you come to accompany Sister Sijin? At least you have to have a phone call. Brother, have you changed too? Sister Sijin is looking forward to you every day, but you seem to put Sijin out of control

Sister, I forgot. No matter how busy you are at work, you should always receive a phone call. Brother, you have changed!" Xingan said angrily: "If you are sorry to Sister Sijin, I will never recognize you as a bad brother in the future.

I’m done, hang up, hum! Bad man!”

Xingan put away the phone and returned to the house.

Yan Zhi grabbed the hung up phone and was silent for a few seconds. A boss who was negotiating the project stood up and toasted to him: "Mr. Yan, come here, let me toast you. I hope we can have a happy cooperation."

Yan Zhen put away the phone, raised his wine glass in a social manner, clinked the glasses, "Happy cooperation!"

They were all casual greetings. Yan Zhen wanted to move the company's main business overseas, and initially decided to locate it in Los Angeles, which is close to San Francisco. In the future, he can take care of his retired parents without being too controlled by them, so he has been very busy recently.

, he was so busy that he put Sijin aside without asking anything.

In fact, he didn't know how to get along with Sijin now. When he saw her sitting in a wheelchair, he was angry and blamed himself. He was the cause of this incident. He had a lingering feeling of guilt that Sijin's legs were crippled by him.

Not going.

At the same time, he really wanted to teach Sijin some lessons. He would never tolerate her threatening him with self-harm. The first time this happened would inevitably not happen again. God knows what would happen in the future. If he didn't teach her

She was addicted to it after a while, and he was still driven crazy by her!

After the dinner, the boss booked a private room at Monopoly. On the way there, he looked at the alternating light and dark street lights, took his cell phone and asked the secretary casually, "What day is today?"

The secretary sat in the passenger seat and turned around to reply: "Mr. Yan, today is August 17th, the most romantic Tangram Festival among my country's traditional festivals, also known as Chinese Valentine's Day."

Yan Zhen was silent for a while, then opened the message on his phone. The inbox was full of text messages from Xi Jin. There were all kinds of messages, including laughter, anger, anger, stupidity, and cooing. There were more than 500 messages, all after they had been together for seven years.

He never deleted any of the text messages she sent him.


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