His long-term light eating habits have made his taste buds and stomach unbearable for spicy and heavily oily skewers.

But seeing Fang Zhizhi and Zhao Yu in front of them, they tried their best to make themselves happy.

I didn't stop eating the paragraphs, and there was actually not much taste between my lips and teeth, only beer could relieve the pain a little.

She was really ruthless, leaving herself on the side of the road and not talking.

If you turn back on the phone, you will break up, decisively and simply, and there is no room for redemption.

What the hell is lying to yourself? Or is there a bitterness?

What kind of wealthy dog blood, parents block it, can this be a reason to hinder the two from being together?

She just didn't say anything, in a word: break up.

Crisp and clean.

There were more and more empty beer bottles at their feet, and Fang Zhizhi and Zhao Yu didn't drink much. Paragraph 1 drank almost half of it.

At this time, Fang Zhizhi's complaining eyes almost made Zhao Yu late.

It's all your bad idea, why don't you drink here!!

Zhao Yu also knew that he was wrong, but looking at the situation, he couldn't stop it.

"It's okay, the boss is drunk, let's carry it back!"

"Of course you carry it back!" Fang Zhizhi rolled her eyes.

The three of them drank from seven o'clock in the evening until twelve o'clock in the morning. Paragraph 1 is completely immovable. Zhao Yu was a little conscious, and Fang Zhizhi was sober.

Looking at the two of them, I really hated Zhao Yu from the bottom of my heart.

After paying the bill, I took a taxi to send the two back.

Boss Duan is still relatively well-behaved and honest, and has been leaning on the sofa seat to sleep.

Who knew that Zhao Yu was a pus-like existence, vomiting in a taxi. Fang Zhizhi made up an extra 200 yuan for the car wash fee to the master, so that the master did not beat Zhao Yu to death.

sent Zhao Yu home first.

Fang Zhizhi knew where his home was.

Leaving myself and paragraph one, it's a little melancholy.

She didn't know... Where does Boss Duan live? What to do?

The brain circuits suddenly became a little blocked.

Maybe you can call Zuo Le to pick it up? No, no, no... It's all broken up, not good. Bring it to your own home? Forget it, it's not good to take a man back to your boudoir casually...

Let's go to the hotel.

Fang Zhizhi sent the paragraph one to the most luxurious hotel in the area.

The people in the hotel all know paragraph one, and there is also a personal butler he is very accustomed to.

handed over to the hotel, Fang Zhizhi went back with confidence.

When I woke up from my hotel bed the next day, I felt a splitting headache and nausea and wanted to throw up.

Holding back the nausea churning from his stomach, he staggered to the toilet before throwing up. It's all last night's skewers......

He will never eat and drink beer again in the future, it is too uncomfortable not to mention, and the taste of being out of control is also disgusted by himself.

I simply took off my clothes and went to take a shower, and the warm water that poured down washed away the filth on my body and the irritability in my heart.

I came out of the shower and changed into clean clothes. looked at the man in the mirror who still had cold eyes and a cold expression.

Or yourself.

And I can be very happy with myself, and stupidly try love. In exchange, it was such a downright injury, and the way of the world has changed greatly.

As soon as the paragraph sorted out his clothes and mood, he went to work.

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Zuo Le was busy with the company's affairs, and when he got home, he rarely went out and rarely ate.

Either listening to lectures and reviewing for exams. Either in a daze.

She knew it, despite her inner abandonment, she didn't want to admit it.

Physically and mentally I can't help but miss that person.

What can I do about missing? In a relationship destined to separate, being together is a waste of time, energy, and feelings.

Forget it.

A wry smile spread across her lips.

But the sadness in his eyes also spread wirelessly.

Guan Dong knew that Zuo Le felt uncomfortable during this time, and persuaded her to find something to do. She signed up for a cello class to learn a new instrument, and she was in a better mood.

Zuo Le began to be sent to study class by the driver every morning and came back in the afternoon.

I gradually became familiar with the rhythm and was able to play simple music.

Zuo Le holds the cello and plays the music under his hands with his eyes closed. My heart gradually calmed down.

It was still a normal afternoon.

Zuo Le got out of class 20 minutes early, standing on the side of the street with a cello on his back and waiting for the driver to pick him up.

The cold wind blows slightly, neither hot nor cold. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and plants.

With the cello melody still in her mind, she was immersed in the music, unaware of the danger looming.

The body was vigorously ripped apart by a hand and pushed to the side.

It's all too familiar, but the last time I fell into the arms of an ocean.

This time it was a fall on the flowery grass.

"I'm going to kill you stinky bitch!"

The man's roar rang out, and what immediately caught his eye was a bright short knife.

The world suddenly stood still, for a few moments. She seemed to be broken, and her memory seemed to be broken.

Fang Chao's face was ruthless, cold, and cruel. I can't wait to tear myself apart before I stop.

Paragraph 1's cheeks were panicked, but with a bit of reassurance and palpitations.

Then the blood was as red as the setting sun, and the dagger was stained with a layer of red blood.

"Why are you, you actually want to defend this! You're so blind! ”

Fang Chao screamed, holding the end to continue to assassinate Zuo Le.

Zuo Le fell to the ground at the moment, his brain was dizzy, he couldn't get up for half a sound, and he couldn't see what was wrong.

"Don't you think about it!"

Paragraph clutched the wound on his left abdomen and staggered to his feet. grabbed his arm.

He works out all year round, and his endurance is already stronger than that of ordinary men. Although he was injured, it was more than enough to deal with a straw bag like Fang Chao.

"You let go of Lao Tzu!"

Fang Chao was annoyed and wanted to break free, but he couldn't.

Zuo Le got up from the ground.

Only then did I see that paragraph one was already injured.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Fang Chao who was holding a dagger again.

Picking up the cello, he hit Fang Chao's head.

The cello also hurt a lot, Fang Chao was knocked to the ground, and he couldn't get up after half a sound.

"How are you?!"

Zuo Le dropped the cello in his hand, hurriedly walked to his side, and fell to his knees. There was worry and pain in his eyes, "This is my business, you can leave it alone!" ”

At this point, tears have erupted from his eyes.

"Don't cry, you can't die."

The passage smiled and smiled, and his expression was relaxed.

But as the blood flowing out of his abdomen turned bright red, the expression on the paragraph's face instantly turned cold.

"Call 120." The paragraph said in a heavy tone.

"Good, good!"

Zuo Le was already six gods and no master at this time, and he only felt that the cold face of the paragraph must be a big thing.

I was worried.

Hit 120, Zuo Le knelt on the ground on both knees, and kept holding Duan Yi's hand, "You must not have anything!" ”

Seeing her so anxious, it was painful and sad.

I actually had a bit of ridicule in my heart.

"Don't you want to break up with me..."

laughed, but his face became paler and paler.

"No, I don't want to break up with you. I love you! I'll never leave you again! ”