Chapter 2

Jing Wushuang enters the bathroom and pats some cold water on her face. The mobile phone in her handbag rings suddenly. The familiar but long lost ring tone makes Jing's heart tremble slightly. She is stunned to listen to the ring -

her eyes are wandering, some are uncertain, some are Suffering, she bit her lip, but after all, she opened the zipper of her handbag, looked at the painful name, the string of numbers that she was familiar with backwards, held her breath and pressed the answer key, and put the mobile phone to her ear with a trembling hand, "hello..."

The Buddha used all his strength to spit out such a word.

"Matchless, it's me."

Hearing the voice from this number, the four words, Jing Wushuang's body shook for a moment, a burst of dizziness, in front of her eyes a black almost fell on the ground, she quickly reached out to support the hand washing table to finally stabilize herself.

Xu Shi knows that Jing Wushuang can't talk to each other. On the other end of the phone, he continues, "I'm back with mubai. We have a family dinner at the weekend. I hope you can attend. I tell you personally that I don't want you to hear the news of our return from other people. Matchless, there is no right or wrong in feelings, only love and not love, cherish and not cherish. This man is not snatched by me, but by himself Do not love you, he originally belongs to me, after these two years of precipitation, do you want to understand this point? "

She is still the same as when she was a child, no matter what she did or robbed her of anything, she could always be so justifiable.

Jing Wushuang clenched her fist, raised her face slightly, and closed her eyes gently. She thought that the past, which had already been sealed in the bottom of her heart, had collapsed in an instant because of this phone call, which hit like a tide.

However, what really let her lack the dyke is that the male voice in the telephone is as good as ever. Across the phone, she can feel the distant humility that she is familiar with, mingled with the gentle indulgence she is not familiar with. He said, "honey, who are you talking to on the phone?"

Xia Ziwei light whine what, she has not heard clearly, how to hang up the phone, she does not know.

She clenched her lower lip and pulled the clothes on her chest in an attempt to drive away the sudden suffocation. She slipped slowly and sat down on the floor.

The cold on the floor finally made her wake up a little, nearly two years ago, how could she just hear their voice would collapse?

Jingwushuang, these days, what are your tough? In this world, what can't stand time deliberation is emotion. It's all over. Who doesn't have a past? How come you can't let go?

She did not know how long she had been sitting on the cold floor. She was about to adjust her breath and suppress the overwhelming emotions on her heart tip. When she was interrupted by the sound of pushing the door behind her, she instinctively raised her small white face and looked at the door.

For a moment, she looked at the people in her eyes with astonishment. What came in was a man, a man with delicate features. She seldom fancied the appearance of a man. She had seen such a delicate man as Tang mubai. She thought that she would not be surprised again, but it seemed that she had seen less of the world.

The most amazing thing about this man is not only his appearance, but also his upright posture. His beautiful face seems to have a trace of nobility beyond the reach of others. His deep eyes show a steady wisdom. However, there seems to be some Not at all, because his brow was a little tight.

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