Yang Yiyu failed to stop him and looked at the corpse of his mobile phone that was split on the ground, feeling heartbroken. (Excellent readings are all in [Gu Li-Net])[
That's my phone!
Yu Jingxi lay down in anger and stared at the snow-white ceiling.
Seeing Yu Jingxi lying down and staying silent, Yang Yiyu quickly slipped down to avoid the young master causing trouble for him again later.
This is his home, a private villa located in the northwest of Yancheng.
The afternoon sun shines quietly on the balcony with white window screens, and Yu Jingxi's eyes are a little unstable in the sun.
A plant with branches tangled up by the balcony has a little yellow leaves.
Although he has lived in this apartment for a long time, it seems that this feeling of emptiness is the first time he has felt it.
It is empty, as if it is in the boundless wilderness.
For some reason, his heart was surging and uncomfortable, so Yu Jingxi reached out and placed his hand in his chest, trying to suppress the unspeakable sorrow.
Without her room, it seemed that nothing could fill his inner loneliness.
Suddenly, he seemed to know something, his eyes widened and sat up!
When did Yu Jingxi become so attached to a woman?
What does this feeling of waiting and emptiness mean?
Could it be that he really fell in love with her?
How could it be...
Yu Jingxi took up the pillow and sat on the head of the bed behind her back, closing her eyes.
Is love? Love is not like this.
He is always surrounded by all kinds of beauties.
Shen Lanxiao was thrown among a group of beauties, like an inconspicuous little wild flower, ordinary and unrememberable.
She is rustic and vulgar, and has such a bad personality. She always follows him. How could he like her?
And at this moment, he suddenly felt that there was no one around him who could express his thoughts.
Are Mo Yuhan and the others?
The three of them are bad friends. They will definitely laugh when they hear about him!