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Chapter eight hundred and thirty second patted on the face

Hu Yifei still didn't understand: "But the current situation is different from comforting curry sauce."

"Actually, it's the same." Tang Zhan leaned on his chair and asked, "Aren't you pretending to be strong?"

Tang Zhan finished his words.

No one knew how to answer.

Tang Zhan looked at each of them: "Sister Yifei, aren't you pretending to be strong?"

"If I remember correctly, among everyone, you were the first to move into the apartment."

"Of all the people, you should have the deepest feelings for iPartment. You have been restraining your emotions since yesterday."

"Because you know very well that as the eldest sister among everyone, you have to appease everyone. Everyone can be chaotic, but you can't be chaotic. Everyone can be in a bad mood. You must take the lead and lead everyone out of the shadows."

"You cooked a table of delicious food just to make everyone feel better."

Hu Yifei resisted the urge to cry: "Why are you talking so sensationally?"

Tang Zhan looked at Chen Meijia again: "Mijia, you were in the worst mood among everyone yesterday. Do you know why whenever you lose control of your mood, you can quickly return to normal?"

Chen Meijia shook her head.

Tang Zhan explained: "Women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong. In fact, your subconscious is constantly hinting to yourself that you cannot cry and hold on because you are Xiao Xiaobu's mother. If you lose control of your emotions, Xiao Xiaobu will

What should I do if you cry too?"

Chen Meijia wiped her tears.

Tang Zhan looked at Zhao Haitang again: "And you, although you and I don't deal with each other very much, you are indeed the most helpful in finding a house."

"Of course."

This was the first time that Zhao Haitang heard Tang Zhan praise himself.

"But..." Tang Zhan said again: "Are you sure you're not desperately looking for a house to distract yourself?"

Zhao Haitang fell silent.

Tang Zhan looked at Zhang Wei again: "After you came back from outside yesterday, you sorted out all the things and put them up for sale online."

"I..." Zhang Wei found a reason for himself: "I want to save money."

"You do have the idea of ​​​​saving money." Tang Zhan knew everyone well. He had to admit that Zhang Wei was indeed thinking of ways to save money and reduce the losses caused by this demolition, but there was one thing he was also very worried about.

Clear: "You also said yesterday that these things are your memories. If you sell these things, aren't you selling your own memories?"

Tang Zhan put his hands on Zhang Wei's family's shoulders and looked at them: "Everyone is actually pretending to be strong."

"Since everyone can't cry, they can only rely on onions."

"Let's put the hottest onions on our eyes."

"Everyone, let's have a good cry!"

this moment.

Everyone couldn't bear it anymore.

Even if everyone doesn't want to admit it, they can't deny it. They are indeed trying to find ways to escape the demolition.

Hu Yifei could hardly hold back her tears. She picked up the onions from the table and wiped them directly on her eyes, then she lay on the table and cried loudly.

Chen Meijia, Zhao Haitang, Curry Sauce, and Zhang Wei also put onions on their eyes one after another, and they all lay on the table and cried loudly.

Zhuge Dali looked at Tang Zhan.

Tang Zhan also looked at Zhuge Dali.

Zhuge Dali felt that he needed to vent now, so he picked up the onion on the table and wiped it on his eyes. He also lay on the table and cried.

Tang Zhan saw everyone crying and picked up the onions on the table.

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