The manager has long labeled Qiao Yiluo as a money worshipper in his heart, and of course he will not answer this question truthfully.

glanced at her contemptuously, raised his chin and said arrogantly: "Our young master is excellent, how can there be no fiancée?" ”

"So, you still don't have unrealistic hopes for our young master, we young master have seen a lot of people like you!"

"The love you talk about is just love for money, and our young master is just playing with you! Now, get out of here! ”

Joey calmly listened to all the manager's unkind words, not knowing how many rolls he left.

The dishes ordered didn't move at all, and Qiao Yiluo didn't say to pack them, those dishes, just like the heart, fell and fell.

It was a sunny day, and there were raindrops, and Joey walked slowly in the rain without an umbrella.

I don't know if it's appropriate, the rain in the sky is not cold, and the rain that falls on my face becomes hot.

Her entire head was empty, and she was completely unconscious floating in the streets.

The surrounding scenery became deserted, and even the cars driving towards her did not make a single wave.

There is no place in the huge city of Beijing that can accommodate her.

The driver of the car honked the horn desperately, and Joyiluo was like a puppet being manipulated, unconsciously moving forward.

Seeing that honking the horn failed to remind Joey, the driver hurriedly stepped on the brakes, but it was obviously too late, and the distance between the front of the car and her was about to zero.

At the last moment, Qiao Yiluo's arm was grabbed and rolled to the side.

Her body was pulled away suddenly, and she subconsciously used her right hand to support the ground, and the sharp pain came again.

The pain brought Joey back to her senses, and the tumbling world whirled and drained her thoughts.

The inertia disappeared, and a man's voice remained in Joey's ears: "Neurotic! Looking for death to be brought to Lao Tzu! ”

Looking for death? She didn't want to die and couldn't die, how could she die if her grandmother's will wasn't fulfilled?

As soon as her eyelids drooped and lifted, she had buried all the sadness in her heart, and the unbeatable Joyiluo had also returned.

"Are you hurt?"

The deep voice pulled Qiao Yi back in a flash, and as soon as he raised his head, he crashed into Ye Jifan's deep eyes.

Although she was holding a beautiful woman in her arms, she couldn't bear to be on the street now, so she had to remind her: "Can you get up first?" ”

Get up? Qiao Yiluo turned her head, only to realize that the posture of the two of them was very awkward.

The more anxious and chaotic, the right hand subconsciously propped up to the ground, and there was no sadness in her heart, this time the pain directly made her face pale.

With a muffled snort, cold sweat on his forehead followed, and his head, which was finally emptied, was left with only a painful word.

Ye Jifan heard her muffled snort, and also noticed her bandaged hand, and frowned.

"Why is your hand hurting, it hurts?"

Qiao Yiluo shook his head, smiled faintly, and smiled detachedly and coldly: "It's okay, it'll be fine soon." ”

With that pale face and beads of sweat on her forehead, as long as you are not a fool, you can know that she is lying.

Of course Ye Jifan didn't believe such an inferior lie: "Are you a fool to me, or are you a fool?" ”

Without giving her the slightest chance to refute, Ye Jifan directly pulled her forward: "I am your savior, now, your life is up to me, now, you must go to the hospital!" ”

Avoiding her wounds, his wrists tugging tightly against him.

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