Chapter 1792

Fang Jiamei laughed again, raised her hand and rubbed her face, "that is to say, you soon forgot me and put in another emotion, didn't you?"

When she lost her memory because of his death, did he feel at ease with other women?

"I'm sorry, garmy. She Good, and she can accompany me wherever I want to go Zi Cong has nothing to say. He is sorry for her, but they are equal. Apart from taking her father's money, he feels that he has anything wrong with her.

"Oh." Fang Jiamei laughs sarcastically. She feels like a fool. She raises her hand to wipe away the tears on her face and smiles at him. "In fact, it's very good. I haven't had the chance to tell you that I don't like you so much. It's a good result, and I'm married."

She stood upright in front of him, her eyes red, but raised a smile, the sun fell on her face is particularly beautiful.

Zi Cong looks at her in surprise, "married?"

"Yes, my husband is very nice, even better than you. The important thing is that he won't leave me for money like you." Fang Jiamei looked at him with satire in her eyes. She took a deep breath and laughed, "you don't have to bear any burden when I say these things. I've put you down for a long time."

With that, Fang Jiamei raised her feet and passed him by.

There is no trace of stay.

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"Jiamei, where have you been?" Lisa was worried about her red eyes when she came back from afar.

Fang Jiamei picked up her bag and clothes. "I'm sorry, Lisa. I'm not feeling very well. I'll go first."

"Ah? Ah... " It's strange for Lisa to see her turn around and leave.

Back home alone, Fang Jiamei packed some clothes and left the apartment with a suitcase.

The plane flew for more than ten hours and landed at Xinshi airport.

When she came out, it was dark and the air was very cold. She was wearing a shirt and jeans and couldn't resist.

Standing outside the airport, Fang Jiamei immediately calmed down.

She didn't know what she wanted to say to him, just wanted to see him.

But she didn't know where Mo Yiheng was. She didn't have much money with her and didn't exchange RMB.

At a loss for a moment, Fang Jiamei had to borrow a mobile phone from the security guard at the airport and call Mo Yiheng. She didn't know whether she remembered the number or not.

It's a pity that there's no one connected, which makes her more and more collapsed.

"Don't cry, miss. Take your time." The security guard saw her crying like a child and quickly comforted her.

Fang Jiamei nodded and inhaled again.

"Hello?" Beep, there finally answered the phone, but not Mo Yiheng's voice.

"Well, is this Mo Yiheng's mobile phone?" Fang Jiamei began to ask uneasily. She didn't know if she had the wrong number.

"Yes, I'm Mr. Mo's secretary. Mr. Mo is socializing now. You can tell me something." Fang Jiamei was relieved by the reply.

"I'm his wife. Can you tell him to meet me at the airport?" Fang Jiamei holding the mobile phone said, the body is very cold.

The voice over there was a little unexpected, "ma'am? Is Mr. Mo married? I'm sorry, I'm not sure. Well, you can come to Mo's group and wait. It's not convenient for us. "