At this moment, Su Yu was sitting on the card seat in the far corner of the café, like a puppet, holding a glass and drinking juice.

This is already the third cup.

Every time Su Yu finished drinking a cup, Mu Ziqi would stuff her with a new one.

Mu Ziqi said that eating more fruits is good for your health and can also make your mood happy.

Therefore, Ning Yimiao did not stop him.

Su Yu's brain was blank, but it was unusually chaotic.

The picture just appeared in a timely manner, and it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The impact on myself is really a bit big.

Su Yu carefully combed through the bits and pieces of his relationship with Zhan Mochen.

The two worlds combined, it has only been more than a year, not to mention, the time to really get along is only half a year.

It's really not as good as their relationship for more than ten years.

Lang rode a bamboo horse, went around the bed to make green plums, and lived together in Changganli, and the two were not suspicious. Hehe.

The folk singer on the stage, playing the guitar and singing his own songs with a low voice, with a touch of sadness and casualness.

"Your city is too glorious, no door is open for me, I take the train to a foreign land, who will accompany you until dawn......"

Su Yu didn't know what he was singing at all, but it just so happened that the slow half-beat tune was on the same frequency as his emotions, so he was inexplicably distracted.

After experiencing too many things, Su Yu's self-healing ability has been trained very strongly.

Su Yu knew that her heart did not belong to her for a long time.

In that case, don't be sad.

Forget it, take a step, look at a step.

Su Yu took a deep breath, patted his tense cheeks, made himself feel more energetic, looked up at the two worried people opposite, smiled and said, "I'm fine, thank you, let's continue." ”

Su Yu is very grateful to Ning Yimiao and Mu Ziqi, who have been silently by her side when she was most helpless.

Su Yu was just about to get up, but Ning Yimiao's mobile phone rang at an inopportune time.

A photo pops up automatically, covering the entire 6.5-inch screen.

Because the phone was on the table, everyone saw it this time.

Zhan Mochen and Chang Xiqian sat in the bar drinking, looking at each other and smiling, so ambiguous.

"Bastard!" Before Su Yu could react, Ning Yimiao scolded first.

A trace of sadness that had just sprung up in Su Yu's heart was yelled away by Ning Yimiao's voice.

Waterfall Khan, uh...... Female man, please calm down.

Mu Ziqi whispered: "The word bastard, isn't it inappropriate to use it on a woman." ”

"I'm not talking about the white lotus." Ning Yimiao said viciously.

"Well, Zhan Mochen is indeed quite a bastard." Mu Ziqi nodded in agreement, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile, which was quite a bit of a fall.

With such a lovely wife, she is not a bastard if she is still unclear with other women.