After eating dinner with him, it was already dark outside, He Xiaowan took a bumpy ride, and he was bothering to laugh at Tang Jiahe for a meal, and he only used half a piece of fried lamb chops with a poor appetite, and then put down the knife and fork.

"Don't have an appetite?" Liang Mosheng sat beside her, leaned closer and asked her in a low voice. He Xiaowan smiled slightly, the two whispered face to face, intimate, she said that her appetite has always been like this, and then she said that she might be better if she ate something sweet, and she has always maintained such a pair of needles that can't be inserted and water can't be splashed.

Tang Jiahe sat opposite, feeling that he had become a complete outsider, and he was left out in the cold, thinking about the past, He Xiaowan was sandwiched between the two because she disdained to talk to Liang Mosheng, and frequently passed on messages for him. <

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