She knew that they could not go back to the past, and that simple beauty only belonged to memory.
The sadness of loss is not a reason to give up, fall and depend on.
She looked at Qin Ningrui, her eyes stagnant for two seconds.
If you don't have it, don't be afraid of losing it. She already has very little.
Qin Ningrui would never force Mu Mu, obeying her and doting on her was the way he loved her.
If she didn't want to go with him, he wouldn't say another word.
The rain outside gradually lightened up.
Mu Mu changed his position and sat on tiptoes, swinging the swing carelessly, placing his hands on the swing, staring at the pot of hyacinths, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said ferociously: "Don't be with Sanggege.
Together."
Hearing Mu Mu suddenly mention Sangge, Qin Nigrui was slightly startled and raised his eyebrows in confusion.
Seeing her expression, he was startled.
He immediately took one of her hands and put it in his palm. Sure enough, his fingertips were very cold.
Mu Mu told Qin Ningrui the most likely reason for her stillbirth.
He didn't react at all and nodded, as calmly as ever, "I won't be with her."
I won't be with anyone.
except you.
The rain outside completely stopped, and Qin Ningrui changed into the clothes Zhao Qingqing bought for him temporarily.
A white long-sleeved T-shirt and washed blue jeans. Zhao Qingqing bought them after asking about the size, so they fit well.
This outfit seems to have driven away the melancholy that has followed him for a long time, and there is a lot more sunshine.
Miss Zhao now found the consultant and asked Qin Ningrui all the information she wanted to know about the troops.
Divide it into several categories and document it.
The next day, Mu Mu and Qin Nigrui flew back to XX City.
Qin Ningrui is going to pay homage to Jiang Fangming.
It happened that Mu Mu also wanted to take him home to spend time with Aunt Ning.
In the splendidly decorated CEO's office, the men's roars and curses never stopped.
They all went in with anxiety and came out embarrassed.
"Are you sure this is an equipment drawing and not a primary school student's drawing book?"
"What kind of plan is this? It makes no sense."
"..."
Secretary Wei Jie's legs were trembling at the side, looking at the drawings and information thrown to the ground, and wanted to say something for her colleagues.
But I really don’t have the courage.
At this time, the Second Young Master was covered in gasoline and would catch fire if anyone spoke to him.
Lu Yifan leaned lazily on the comfortable office chair, his peach blossom eyes filled with rage, and scolded another person, exuding a chilling aura of hostility.
Wei Jie hurriedly handed the freshly brewed coffee to his hand, "Second Young Master, have some coffee."
She was extremely worried inside, silently praying that Yifan Lu would not drop the cup.
It's better to find a safe place to stand. God knows if this frustrated man will do something more violent.
What if the cup fell to the ground and the fragments splashed on her face, disfiguring her face.
So, she stepped back without leaving a trace, then stepped back, and then stepped back again.
Keep your head down.
Lu Yifan held the coffee and drank it down.
He glanced sideways at Wei Jie and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
"Ah..." Wei Jie was startled, then realized, "I want to pick up the drawings on the ground."
There happened to be a drawing next to my feet.
Terrified, she bent down and picked up the drawing.
Lu Yifan put down his cup, picked up the exquisite iron cigarette box on the table, took out a cigarette and lit it.
