She thought that Qin Minglang was really an impeccable man.
He was very kind to her, and there was nothing wrong with what Qin Yue said, and Qin Minglang had become a habit during the three years he had been with her.
The habit of never leaving anyone.\t
Qin Minglang blew out the cigarette butt, stretched out his foot, and stepped on it a few times in a bored manner, but he saw Li Xuanyuan out of the corner of his eye.
Li Huanhuan's beautiful big eyes were staring at him.[
It's like it can talk, it's beautiful and it's flashing.
"Slowly, you're back." Qin Minglang's voice was hoarse, and he was tired. He had been to Wang's house several times, but the mayor was not there, and he still couldn't get the memory card.
Li slowly knew that Qin Minglang should have started waiting when he was sending her off.
The sunshine at noon was very bright. Under such sunshine, Qin Minglang looked even more handsome and charming, not like a real man at all.
Stepping forward, Li Xuanyuan didn't say anything else. Qin Yue's expression was still lingering in his mind. He was very sad and lonely, with the slightest hint of feeling sorry for Qin Minglang.
"Minglang, why don't you go see Aunt Qin?"
Qin Minglang didn't expect that Li Xuanyuan would ask him this question. His face, which was originally smiling, suddenly became gloomy when he heard these words.
There was an indifferent expression on his entire face.
Hearing Li Huanhuan's words, he was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything.
Li Xuanyuan was a little angry when he saw Qin Minglang like this.
In her mind were the words Qin Yue told her, why such a beautiful woman like Qin Yue had such deep sadness.
She wants to work hard to give Qin Minglang a complete world, but she can also accept her fate helplessly.
Just like her, she was forced to do nothing.
However, Qin Minglang turned around and passed by Li Xuanyuan and walked towards the street.
Li slowly stood behind him and shouted loudly: "Qin Minglang, why are you ignoring me, why don't you talk to me, do you think you are worthy of your mother?"
Qin Minglang's pace was neither urgent nor slow.
I walked to a convenience store next to the street and bought a pack of cigarettes.
He took out one and was about to light it when Li Manchu, who was chasing after him, snatched it away with one hand.