Seeing that Han Shaoqi was silent, it was obviously the words he said, and his heart was angry. "Han Shaoqi, I never thought about it, you are actually such a person."
"Never thought that if you haven't seen it for a few years, you can actually become a way to deal with others."
Finally, I glanced at Han Shaoqi, and Huang Fu's eyes were full of despair, "Han Shaoqi, I read it wrong."
Looking at the figure as if it was getting farther away from himself, Han Shaoqi's intuitive Huangfu will disappear in front of herself in the next second. He can't help but step forward. He wants to grab her in his hand and hold it in his arms.
But when I saw Huangfu's step back, I stood not far away and looked at myself quietly.
The eyes are calm and there is no wave of waves, just like a dead water, there is no half of the affection for yourself.
No, this is definitely not what you want.
Take a step forward, holding Huangfu in his arms hard, so that he couldn't help but frowning the eyebrows in his arms, but after all, he didn't say a word, motionless, and let Han Shaoqi hold it.
Aware of the unusual quietness of the people in the arms, Han Shaoqi was loosened, his eyes poured over the water, and he could see some shining hopes of light. "Xiao Yao, can you give me another chance?"
"Can you leave Ning Xiaotong, treat me with one heart?" The corner of the lips was slightly hooked, and the face was cold to the extreme.
Looking at the smile in front of him, it is no longer as clear as the past, full of alienation. Han Shaoqi's heart has been cut like a knife, dull and dull, and numbness is as unconscious.
It can be exposed to the cold eyes, and the pain spread instantly to all parts of the whole body.
"Xiao Yao, I can guarantee that I want to treat you with one heart." Staring at the calm pupil, Han Shaoqi said a word.
Shui Ling's eyes flashed with a trace of vibration, but was disappointed and replaced, "But you can't guarantee you will leave Ning Xiaotong."
"Han Shaoqi, let's do this between us, there will be no melon in the future." Talking about sorting out because of Han Shaoqi's messy clothes, we walked out of the office with tears on his face.
Looking at the sloppy back, Han Shaoqi wanted to step forward to keep her, and begging her not to leave herself.
Thinking of the words behind her with a strong and despair, the feet that wanted to get out paused.
Yes, I can't guarantee to leave Ning Xiaotong at this moment.
Can't guarantee, let go of Ning Xiaotong.
A few days ago, the two people were talking and laughed together. Obviously, a second ago, the two people's faces were still filled with bright smiles, as if in heaven, thinking that the two would be the happiest pair in the world.
In the blink of an eye, it was already in the same stranger. For a moment, it fell from heaven to hell.
The empty hand and the empty heart, since she left, can't wait to fill up.
But there is nothing to do.
Nothing can fill the missing hole in her heart, except her.
But, she has made her too disappointed.
Nympho
Huang Fuyu returned to his office, leaned on the door, and sorted out his emotions.
Han Shaoqi, Han Shaoqi, you have left a deep imprint in my memory.
You also say that I am your first love of your unforgettable heart.
But for me, let you give up someone, is it so difficult?
Or, your love for me has long disappeared under the time of time, just like you are not willing to let go.