On Christmas Eve, there was an event on YY, and there were signed books to send to Ha. Uncle Se will also sing :)) YY number: 3702077; Welcome to join us

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She thought, how good it would be if there were no emotions such as "self-esteem" or "inferiority" in this world? Or how nice would it be to simply not have a "memory"? Foolish people are happy. A humble and sensitive person will fall into a whirlpool of misfortune all his life.

The phone rang, and it was Li Huan's voice: "Feng Feng, where are you?" ”

Her voice was a little choked, so she didn't make a sound for a while. The closer she was to the Ye family's banquet, the darker her mood became, like a death row prisoner, counting the days of her execution day by day.

"Feng Feng?"

His voice was a little worried.

She heard his concern and forced a smile: "It's okay, I'm in the store, sorting out the recipes, and I'll take them to print tomorrow." ”

He said softly: "Feng Feng, you wait for me in the shop, I'll bring you fried shrimp with bamboo shoots." I bought fresh shrimp and just got home, and I'll bring you ...... when it's ready."

"Hmm."

Quickly made this dish, Li Huan served it in a very beautiful insulated food box, and looked at it for himself, the color, flavor, and flavor were complete, and he was very satisfied, and found that cooking is also an art and enjoyment. I set off immediately, and when I arrived at the shop, I guess it was just the right amount of warmth.

He carried the food box and went out, and in the dusk, a figure flashed under the thousand-year-old yellow cypress tree. He was already vigilant, and strode over, only to see two black shadows speeding up into a car, the light was dim, and he couldn't see the license plate clearly.

He immediately drove after him, the license plate of the car in front of him was obscured, and the driver was obviously a master, taking an inconspicuous S-shaped route, which was not noticeable.

After several chases, Li Huan was about to give up, just got off the overpass, a car suddenly slanted out, Li Huan's eyes were flowered, his body was crooked, and he pressed on the beautiful insulated food box, and immediately lost consciousness......

Xiao Zhaoye and the others went to the small shop opposite to eat beef noodles, and Feng Feng watched the store alone. She has long adhered to the rule of eating less at night, afraid that after eating beef noodles, she will not be able to eat fried shrimp with bamboo shoots after a while, so she endured it and did not ask them to pack.

However, they have been eating and coming back for a long time, and Li Huan still hasn't moved.

The more hungry she became, the more she looked at the door, and she almost turned into a giraffe, and there was not the slightest trace of her. Looking at the time, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, and by half past nine, it was about to close.

Calls to Li Huan's phone have been unanswered. She hated, where did this Li Huan go? I still let myself wait, I am going to starve to death, and there is no one to see, and I don't listen to the phone.