Tang Nuan on the phone probably saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, so she asked again: "Do you have something to do with Qin Yinan?" ”

Although the current Song Qingchun can't accept such a situation, just when she opened her mouth to ask Tang Nuan, "Can you call Brother Yinan to answer the phone", she heard a sound similar to the bathroom door opening from her mobile phone: "Tang Nuan, where is the towel?" ”

"Right now." Tang Nuan replied with two words, and the phone was thrown on the bed by her casually, and then Song Qingchun heard footsteps, probably Tang Nuan went to deliver a towel to Qin Yinan, making a small sound of wiping his hair.

Through the phone, she couldn't see the situation over there, so she didn't know who took the initiative, but in short, later, through the sound of the wind whistling in the middle of the mountain, she heard the ambiguous sound of kissing and Tang Nuan's light panting on the phone......

Song Qingchun felt as if her throat was blocked by something, it was extremely sore, she opened her mouth, wanting to make a sound, but in the end she just moved her lips silently, and then took the phone off her ear and pressed it hard.

When Song Cheng died, he was in the army, not by her side, she carried it alone.

Now that he is back, he says that he will give her all the kindness that Song Cheng has for her, but when she needs him the most, he is by the side of another woman.

Her thoughts of resurrection have not yet taken shape into confessions, and they have once again been dissipated by cruel and merciless beatings.

Song Qingchun held back the tears in her eyes and called her sister-in-law, but no one answered, and then she called the landline at home, but she couldn't get through, Song Qingchun tried many times, but to no avail.

In this world, she can only ask for help, but at this time, she has no one to rely on.

She has loved since she was a child, and her dream is to be close to other women, and she can't contact her family...... Also, the brother who seems to hate her but loves her the most was killed......

In one day, these two accidents really exceeded the psychological load that Song Qingchun could bear.

She had never felt so isolated and helpless as she did now, as if the whole world had abandoned her.

When she didn't know how many times she called home, but no one answered, she finally couldn't help but squat on the deserted street, desperate and broke down and cried bitterly.

She knew very well in her heart that all these years, her dream of being reluctant to let go of mud and water finally made her completely dead today.

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Cheng Qinglian found that Su Zhinian tonight was very absent-minded about dinner, and glanced at the time from time to time, as if he was hesitating about something.

With the experience of causing trouble in the company, Cheng Qingliang really didn't have the courage to talk too much, so he always remained silent.

After eating, checking out, and returning to the car, Cheng Qingliang asked, "Mr. Su, where are we going now?" ”

When Su Zhinian heard this, his eyes suddenly dimmed, he pursed his lips and said, "Company." ”

The car started, and not far away, Su Zhinian suddenly said: "That ......"

He said two words and stopped, as if he was struggling with something.

He should call Song Qingchun and listen to whether her tone is happy or sad, and then he can know whether her confession is a success or a failure, but he needs an excuse...... Just for a moment, Su Zhinian seemed to think of something, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed Song Qingchun.

PS: First of all, I want to kneel for you, and I hope you will read my long passage below:

1, with such a big assist in the plot, there are still people who want to scold the heroine? If you don't have expectations, why give up?

2. I've been working very hard to write a book, and I've never asked for everyone's help, and I really hope again, I really hope that you can waste a minute of your time, click on the next page, enter the comment area, click on the post of the popular author in the top post, and vote for me a reader's annual ticket [It's the reader's annual ticket that is connected in the comment area, not a recommendation vote, many people voted wrong] Bow, bow deeply! No, I'm on my knees! Bow and lie down~