I don’t have much experience in making friends, but if my friends are just like this, I don’t think it’s a pity to lose them.
Alas, let them go, whether it is love or hate, I don’t think I need to accommodate anyone for this.
I really can't take responsibility for my life, so how can I still have the ability to care about others?!
Walking on the road, thinking about it casually, as the night wind blew, I shook my clothes and looked at the place where tears and snot were flowing, wishing I could draw it off immediately.
Those who have nothing to do will be blown away by the wind and disappear in unknown corners.[
After school, Yin Yijie drove a crazy bull Lamborghini to pick me up. No matter how I look at it, it looks like an armored vehicle.
The arrogant scissor door is placed in this city where people are crowded, traffic jams are often blocked, and the expressway speed limit is 80. There are really some more flaunting elements than practical.
Yin Yijie's mental appearance and delicate facial features, and a high-quality casual clothes seem to have just returned from the golf course. He may have just returned from a vacation abroad, and the moist enthusiasm of the Hawaiian Bay and the golden sunshine remained on his body.
I suddenly felt a very bad feeling, as if I had received a lot of kindness and gentleness recently.
Therefore, I'm afraid...
Yin Yijie took my schoolbag, reached out to stroke my eyebrows, and asked, "What's wrong, I'm so unhappy?"
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"Mr. Yin!" The extremely fierce lion roared, resounding across a hundred miles without warning, leaving behind a wave of echoes.
To be honest, when I heard Liao Liang's shouting, my mind was knocked out for two seconds.
It seems that my premonition is indeed good and bad.
Yin Yijie looked at me curiously, frowned slightly, opened the car door, and asked me to get in the car...
Liao Liang seemed to be ready. Before I got used to off-road vehicles and had not yet adapted to this seemingly low-rise car, I successfully rushed to us with a beautiful step.
She smiled and was full of enthusiasm. She held my hand and looked at Yin Yijie with a cute smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Yin, I am Zhuang Keren's good friend."
I watched her repeat the opening remarks countless times and her unsatisfactory smile that was even worse than crying, and I felt a little confused.