Feng Feng watched him go away angrily, and then, it was the sound of the car starting, so fast, and the speed of starting was so fast - Li Huan left, and left here angrily.

She sat silently on the stone slab next to her, looking at the sky that had completely darkened, the surroundings began to quiet down, the weather was warm, some insects grew early, making a chirping sound, and it seemed that the four fields were empty, and there was a slight sound, that was the sound of the wind blowing through the yellow cypress trees, and the leaves rustling. Since the group of tyrants were imprisoned, Li Huan wanted to close the entrance of the cave, and also placed many huge potted plants around it, from here, it was nothing unusual.

She wondered why rich people would like to live in such a single-family villa. There wasn't much popularity around, could it be that they were hiding some secrets, or holding things like the seven tyrants? It took her a while to understand that this villa was her own! It's your own! But it's scary to be empty.

She suddenly laughed, in fact, what is her own.

Li Huan took this villa, originally to compensate for the beating he had suffered for him, and the prison meal he had sent to prison for him - such a return was too high. If you can get a villa if you can get a villa for someone to be beaten once, maybe everyone will fight to get beaten.

If you still have a friend - now, this friend has also settled his money and goods, and he has cut it off.

Just like Ye Jia, who has no news, as long as Lin Jiani makes a move, whether it is Ye Jia or Li Huan, they will hide far away and never find any trace. That woman has always been her natural enemy, her nemesis...

And himself, like a Don Quixote who had suddenly lost his mind, held up a rusty shield, and shouted and shouted in no order, and was once again defeated in the ferocity and rudeness and ignorance of the general situation that the world despised. The war with her rival in love was not fought like this, but by the time she woke up, it was already too late, and all the means were useless.

It was already dark, and she sat on the ground, and she did not feel the slightest fear, nor was there any trace of the ghost that she had feared before—for, no amount of fear, could compare to the fear of loneliness and despair—she only felt too tired, tired like never before.

It turns out that I am not a person who likes to accept challenges, but whether it is a lover or a friend, there will be many challenges.

Why bother! Why bother! Why bother!