You Are My Unforgettable Love

He backed the car back and stopped silently on the side of the road.

The heart was sad and empty, and I couldn't fill it.

He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a hard breath.

A large amount of nicotine slammed into his lungs, causing him to cough and not vomiting for a long time.

After smoking several cigarettes in a row, he thought of her proud character, picked up his cell phone, and made a call.

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Qiao Lian was in the room and was worried about how to eat.

When going downstairs, the babysitter will surely see his face and put on a mask, isn't it good?

She dropped her head in annoyance, and the phone rang.

Open it and find out that the WeChat group is constantly flowing in @ 她.

[Streaming: Qiao Lian, is the reporter who was beaten on Weibo the you? @ 乔 恋】

Qiao Lian stunned and hurriedly opened Weibo before discovering the video above.

She immediately clenched her hands, this Sumeimei!

It is not a glorious thing to be beaten. What does it make everyone know?

But Chuanliu has been her friend for so many years, and she is not willing to deceive her.

So she thought about it and replied: "Yes."

The stream and the people in the group immediately expressed their concern for her.

Qiao Lian was chatting, and the door suddenly sounded.

Then she heard the voice of Mr. Li, "Ma'am, the food is ready. Madam, there is something wrong. May I take someone over here to help? Are you alone?"

In a word, Qiao Lian's eyes flashed, "No problem!"

Then I suddenly heard a loud noise outside: "Housekeeper Li, A Lu's leg was hurt. I took Mr.'s finest ointment and used it for her, just on the coffee table in the living room. Don't throw it away."

After a while, everyone in the villa left.

Qiao Lian pushed open the door, and went downstairs generously. I felt that today really helped me too!

The food on the table in the restaurant was very rich, and she was happy.

After eating, I was going upstairs, and suddenly I saw a box of ointment on the coffee table.

In the hospital, the doctor suggested to prescribe this ointment, but she was rejected because it was too expensive. Now ... do n’t use it, do n’t you?

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Shen Liangchuan was downstairs, staying until it was dark, and saw the lights upstairs, he waited for a while, then got out of the car, quietly opened the door of the villa, and slowly went upstairs.

Without looking at her face, he was restless.

The door of the master bedroom was not locked, and he pushed open and walked in, only to find that Qiao Lian was lying on the side and was asleep.

Walk slowly to the bed. Under the light of the dim bedside lamp, he can see that she sleeps very heavily, her hair is not swollen on the cheek, and there is a clear wound on the right face, so long. Scratches, even if healed, scars will remain, right?

Thinking of this, his eyes were cold.

In the silent night, he stared at her face for a long time, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch her wound, but his hand stopped in mid-air for a while, and he dared not touch it.

He didn't leave until late at night.

Go downstairs, go out, sit back in his car, he picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Song Cheng answered quickly, drowsy: "Hey, Brother Shen, let's not let people sleep in the middle of the night?"

Shen Liangchuan fixedly looked forward. "You said yesterday that there was a press conference that invited me to join the show. I remember that the male number three of that crew was Wang Wenhao?"