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Jian Mingchao did not go back to the Jian family compound, but drove to a community called "Danguiyuan".

The car stopped downstairs in the community, got off, walked towards the elevator, pressed the elevator, entered the elevator, and went straight to the eighteenth floor.

Rang the doorbell for Block A on the 18th floor.

Mo Wanqing was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in her pajamas, looking out of the window a little dazed but not cool.

On the eighteenth floor, she couldn't see anything on the ground at all, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

In my heart, empty.

In addition to loneliness, there is also a feeling called sadness.

This kind of life is her own choice, what else can she do?

A pale blue chiffon suspender nightdress only covered her graceful buttocks, and her slender legs were even more wonderful in the soft light.

Mo Wanqing is very beautiful, with a melon seed face, a pointed chin, and especially a pair of charming eyes, even if she looks at it so inadvertently, she can hook a man's three souls.

Her figure is even more enviable, with a perfect S-shaped body, convex and backward, full and plump. It's the kind of body that makes men want to stop.

The doorbell rings.

Mo Wanqing frowned slightly.

How to come at this time?

If it were the same as before, she would be very happy and happy.

Today, however, she couldn't be happier.

Because during the day, she saw Jian Lixing, the man who had been in love with her for three years.

The man, who was once madly in love with her.

That, the man she once wanted to be with him for the rest of her life.

However, due to the reality of life, they had to let go and go their own ways.

For five years, there was no contact between them, and she kept his mobile phone number in the bottom of her heart.

As time passed, his figure slowly faded, and she thought she had completely forgotten him.

However, when I saw him again today, I realized that she had never forgotten him.

It was only from a distance, and she knew that he must not have seen her. But when she saw him, in the crowd, at a glance, she recognized him.

Then, once again, my heart surged uncontrollably, so strange, so excited. Excited, she even wanted to rush over and stand in front of him.

But, in the end, she didn't do that.

After all, reason still suppressed the impulse in her heart.

She can't, since she chose the life she has now, she can't be destined to have no possibility with him.

And he couldn't give her the life she wanted.

That's good.

She has the life she wants to live, and he, too, has the life he wants to live.

From then on, each had nothing to do with it.

It's just that, why, this heart is so sad and uncomfortable, as if it has lost something, and it can never be found again, so empty.

She wanted to grab something, but she couldn't, and she watched it slip through her fingertips, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Hehe!

A helpless and helpless wry smile.

The doorbell was still ringing.

Desolate and helpless, when he opened the door of the room, Mo Wanxin also happened to open the door of the room.

When he saw Mo Wanqing, he turned his eyes to look at the door of the house where the doorbell was ringing, and then turned his eyes to look at Mo Wanqing with a puzzled expression: "Sister, it's so late, who rings the doorbell?"