He walked into the room gently, there was no wind outside, but he felt cold, it was the kind of cold from the inside out of his bones, the cold made him tremble, and it was quiet as if a needle could be heard clearly. There was no one in the room, no one but him, and how he wished there was someone around him at this moment, even if it was a stranger.

Because he didn't dare to stay alone in such a quiet environment, he felt that he couldn't support it, he couldn't support such a quiet environment, she couldn't support such a lonely environment, and he was the only one in the huge room.

At this moment, he felt that life was not ......

Chapter 149 of "Picking Up the Fugitive President of a Wealthy Family" The seventh floor is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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