Fortunately, Qian Mingsheng has the habit of liking the new and hating the old, and Chang Huiqiu deliberately protects her, and she has only experienced that feeling of suffocating to death.

Later, it was the story of her unwilling to be a little waitress step by step, and she slowly grew up with Chang Huiqiu.

She began to become sleek, sophisticated, flirtatious and seducing, more and more similar to Chang Huiqiu.

Whenever she plays with men and makes them even willing to marry a young lady as a wife, she always has a kind of spontaneous pride, you see, you are still loved, even if it is not true, who knows.

Until she met Zhang Zhiyong, Zhang Zhiyong was a very irritable and steely straight man, she provoked this man first, this man always ignored her, and even scolded her to stay away from herself.

But what does it matter?

The more Zhang Zhiyong hated her, the more interested she was in teasing him.

I'm not a flower.

It's just that my heart is broken into many pieces.

Each piece fell in love with a different person.

She didn't understand whether she liked this man or not, it was just a whim for him, but he admitted it, and in the end, she didn't understand what Zhang Zhiyong liked about her......

She was such a run-down woman.

Until I saw this, the date was already two months ago, and Yue Fangfang's life still hadn't changed much, and what happened to her was still not recorded.

All the way to the last entry of the diary.

The opening chapter is full of sorry.

Some of the sorrys have punctuation marks between them, some are directly concatenated, and there are even a lot of spaces.

It is not difficult to see how anxious she was, how big the emotional ups and downs, and how ...... she was when the owner of the computer wrote a paragraph Panic, fear, guilt.

It wasn't normal until later.

I'm sorry, the cutest of you.

When I was a child, I remember very clearly, every time I was scolded by my father inexplicably and secretly hid in the back mountain to cry, I could always see you, you always sat on that high stone, shaking your little white feet, and that face that did not understand the world, always looking at me with a worried face.

You jumped down lightly, your soft little hands wiped my face, bringing bitter tears, leaving a warm sweet fragrance, and said sweetly: "Sister, don't cry."

Then she tilted her head, a pair of bright eyes as big as black grapes, she had always been shiny, and said: "Sister, although your father treats you badly, but you at least have a father Wow, I don't even know who my father is, I have always been a ...... alone"

You are always so innocent, even when you talk about such a sad topic, you still have a sweet smile.

I've always wondered how there could be such a simple person.

Why do you believe me, I'm not the big sister in the villa anymore.

I beg you, don't look at me with those eyes, okay?

I'm like a criminal of sin.

Why is it that after many years, it is still as clear as a star, but I can't be clear.

I want to get my hands on it.

I was intimidated by my own thoughts.

Yes, I have always been a cowardly and wicked person, I am the one who bullies the weak and fears the hard, and I am also the one who is jealous of the ugly.

I rolled and drowned in the darkness, and I longed to see the light.

I'm sorry.

I hope that in the next life, you will not meet me again.

Don't trust anyone easily.