Yan Meng really smiled lightly and said directly: "The more I feel impossible, the more possible, just like I don't believe it before. You and Ke Yihan are clean. Now I believe it.
very."
Yan Ning listened to Yan Mengzhen's words, and roared excitedly: "Who said that we have no relationship? I have been his person a long time ago.
"Really? But Han told me that there was no other woman except me, and it was the same as you. There was no other man. Ningning, sometimes it was not a sound, it means something happened." Yan Meng really said with a smile.
Yan Ning grabbed Yan Meng's wrist, and yelled unhappyly: "Smart, shameless."
"This sentence means you or me?" Yan Meng really shook her hand and said angrily.
"You just have a good mouth, huh, he was mine after all." Yan Ning said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter if you are, I heard it wrong, and I feel tired. If there is nothing else, you go, you don't welcome you here." Yan Meng really said.
Yan Ning smiled lightly and said slowly: "Sister, I heard that you want to participate in the jewelry design competition on Friday, I am here to congratulate you."
After Yan Ning finished speaking, he reached out, smiling, very friendly.
Yan Mengzhen was silent, and his hands did not stretch out.
"Sister, don't bless you, don't have it." Yan Ning said ironically.
Yan Mengzhen shook his head and said, "Saying from your eyes, it will definitely not be a blessing, so don't come to this set with me, I can't do it here."
"This time I really want to bless you. After all, you have succeeded, and my ring will be handed to you. This is still worth me to congratulate you, Yan Mengzhen, and design our wedding rings." Yan Ning reminded
road.
Yan Meng really laughed at herself. Yan Ning always had a way to fight her. She stretched out her hand gently, Yan Ning held her hand, suddenly took out a needle, piercing it into her palm.
"Ah." Yan Meng shouted painful.
"Oh, my sister is embarrassed, I didn't take it well, can I still design this hand?" Yan Ning said sorry.
Yan Mengzhen looked at the blood in his hand, frowned, and before he spoke, Yan Ning had begun: "Don't say I'm cruel to you, I just let you remember, the painful taste, provocative me, never end well."
After Yan Ning finished speaking, he turned and left quickly. Looking at the needle in his hand, it was a solution.
Yan Mengzhen walked into the bathroom, worked hard to stop hemostasis, raised his head, and looked at the mirror, the blood was still there, Ke Yihan was also injured. This is the cycle.
Pain, slowly devouring her heart, time passed.
Tomorrow is Friday, Yan Mengzhen is sitting on the sofa, a little nervous.
Ke Yihan made a call and couldn't find her in the room. When she went downstairs, she watched her on the sofa. If she thought about it, she thought that she would be nervous tomorrow.
"How? Very nervous?" Ke Yihan asked.
Yan Mengzhen shook his head and said, "No, just thinking about the problem."
"What do you think?" Ke Yihan asked directly.
Yan Meng really hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head and said, "It's okay."
"Say, what are you thinking?" Ke Yihan said overbearing.