"Ahhhhhhh--" Qiao Xining pointed to the empty packing box, regardless of whether he was sleeping or not, and then he pounced on him and started hammering him, "Lin Shu, how can you do this? How can you steal my food!!!"

"I won't forgive you," said Qiao Xining. "I won't talk to you today."

The person who just woke up had a little dry eyes, but the smile on the corners of his lips was real and gentle, and he clasped Qiao Xining's head and wanted to kiss her.

Qiao Xining hit him directly.

Wang Yang's words once again interrupted Qiao Xining's memory that he had finally pieced together: "On the night you broke up, he drank half a pound of white wine."

Half a pound of white wine is equivalent to mild alcoholism.

Qiao Xining didn't know that Lin Shu couldn't eat spicy food, but she knew that Lin Shu was not good at drinking.

It seems that the body lacks some enzymes. When I drink alcohol, my face will become very red and vomit, and I guess I will vomit out bile.

The next second Wang Yang's words were like a sword again, piercing Qiao Xining's heart.

"When walking on the street, I was almost hit by a car to death." Looking at Qiao Xining, whose teeth were trembling, Wang Yang's hatred for years was hooked up by her. "But he is so lucky that he was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage."

When Wang Yang took Lin Shu, he had already had a child seven or eight years old, and almost regarded Lin Shu as his own child.

When I first learned about these things, my hatred for Qiao Xining was also true.

"This is not over yet," Wang Yang lit a cigarette, and his voice seemed to be waving and rising smoke. "The next day after the stomach washing, if the nurse had not discovered it early, the person might have been gone. There were still a bunch of blades by the bed, all of which were red."

"After six months of psychological counseling, the talents gradually came to life."

Qiao Xining knew that Lin Shu had disappeared for a while, but never thought that the reason was himself.

On the day she broke up, she packed up her things and went abroad. All contact information was blocked, and she did not give Lin Shu a chance to save her.

I didn't know that he was going to find her, nor did I know what happened next.

"People who have long-lasting affection often have no good ending. They are deeply in love with you, but do you care?"

"When he was in the hospital for a lifetime, you might be glad that you got rid of a lunatic."

"If he likes it personally, this will not end like this."

...

Qiao Xining was having difficulty breathing and was panting, and she wanted to curl up in her seat, refusing to hear these messages.

But Wang Yang's voice is pervasive, and he analyzes her actions towards Lin Shu word by word.

Too uncomfortable.

It's like the heart is hit wildly, and tears will burst out of pain in the next second, and all limbs and bones are on the verge of losing control.

Wang Yang didn't know when he left.

In the private room.

Qiao Xining was lonely and lonely, with his head hanging down and his eyes empty.

The cell phone on the table rang.

Seeing the notes on the screen, Qiao Xining's pupils tightened. She raised her hand, wiped the tears from her face randomly, and picked up the phone.

"Hello."

The voice that had just been released was hoarse and cried. Qiao Xining didn't dare to say too much, and didn't bother asking him why he had his own number.

"Joining," Lin Shu's voice faintly, "You have something left here."

She yelled and sniffed: "I'll go and get it later, I'll have nothing to do."

"You're crying."

Her voice was very strange. When she was together, Lin Shu hardly saw Qiao Xining crying. She couldn't think of anything that made her sad like this.

Jealous and distressed.

She never cried for him.

"No," Qiao Xining denied, "I didn't cry, you heard it wrong."

Lin Shu asked: "Where are you?"

“The cafe on this side of Huaihai Road.”

Qiao Xining spoke quickly and immediately told the address. After reacting, she couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"I'll go find you."
Chapter completed!