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"Excalibur" was launched in Hengdian.

On the first day of the start-up, Xu Jiamu didn't know what to smoke, so he had to send Qiao An over in person.

Xu Jiamu booked a ticket, first class, and the three of them sat in the same row, but there was a passage between Qiao Anhao and Xu Jiamu.

Zhao Meng downloaded a movie on the iPad in advance, and when the plane took off, Zhao Meng turned on the iPad, and Qiao An had a headset and watched it.

Xu Jiamu took a newspaper sent by the flight attendant, rolled it casually a few times, and finally fixed his eyes on a color picture on the penultimate page.

Song Xiangsi wore a pink gauze dress, standing on the red carpet, her small and delicate chin slightly raised, and her smiling eyebrows bright.

Xu Jiamu stared at the photo for a long time, and finally closed the newspaper with some impetuousness, stuffed it into the magazine bag in front of him, and then turned his head and looked at Qiao Anhao and Zhao Meng who were sitting on the side, but on the screen of the two people's iPad, he saw Song Xiangsi's face again, and the depression in his heart was even heavier, Xu Jiamu let out a long breath, lowered the back of the seat a little, and closed his eyes, but in his mind, he slowly hooked back to more than half a month ago, as soon as he entered the house, threw Song Xiangsi a slap that night.

In fact, now that he thinks about it, he doesn't know why he slapped her at that time, he just feels that there is a breath in his chest, there is nowhere to vent, his brain is not even conscious, and his hand is waved out.

That slap, he hit it really hard, because he felt the pain of his palms being rebounded.

He regretted it on the spot, and even at that moment, a trace of panic appeared in his heart, and he instinctively wanted to squat down and apologize to her.

But when he looked at the woman, her eyes were clean, not a single tear had fallen, and her expression was calm and calm, as if the slap was not thrown in her face at all, and even she got up from the ground as if nothing happened, and straightened her clothes and hair.

Her reaction like that made him feel that the person who had been slapped in the face for a moment was not her at all, but him.

That kind of picture is very similar to the night he had a car accident.

That night, at eight o'clock in the evening, he went to the airport to pick her up from France, took her to dinner, and gave her a gift, back to the apartment, he was a little impatient to put his hand into her clothes, she was the same as before, very submissive, but when both of them were stripped naked, he was about to enter her body, but she suddenly spoke very calmly, and said to him: "Jiamu, let's break up." ”

At that time, his mind was full of skin kisses with her, and he only took her as a joke, kissing her cheek, and didn't take it seriously.

But she stretched out her hand, pushed him away, and repeated the sentence just now: "Jiamu, let's break up." ”

He saw in her eyes that she was serious, not joking, a woman who ran to the golden splendor to sell in order to treat her father in college, a woman who was willing to be his lover when he gave 50,000 yuan, a woman who they had been entangled for seven years but had never talked about love, she actually said to him to break up.

Even now, he didn't understand why he was so angry at that time, he always felt like his self-esteem had been trampled on, and without thinking about it, he said: "Am I getting along with you?" ”