Picture frame, spread out in the palm of my hand.
Yan Shiqi's eyes fell on the picture and didn't say a word for a long time.
Maybe I had a premonition in my heart, so when I saw it with my own eyes, I would appear so calm.
But only she knew that the moment she saw the photo, she felt how excited she was.
In the picture, it's her.
Wearing a white quicksand skirt, standing in the middle of the T-stage, he made a curtain call with a smile and a scissors hand in his right hand.
She was born three years ago. Shiqi was very happy and touched. It seems that it is no longer so difficult to have him on the bumpy road of life.
At night, at the beginning of the lights, the palpitating atmosphere lingered between them.
It seems that I haven't been alone with him so quietly for a long time, enjoying the time belonging to each other.
Inkstone seven's emotion is still surging, a quiet moment in the end or by a rush to break the mobile phone ring.
She raised her head from the man's arms and looked for a few seconds before responding. She got up in a hurry and went to the sofa. She took out her mobile phone from her handbag. When she saw the caller ID, she was surprised.
"Brother Joe?" She looked at the man who gradually narrowed her eyes and hesitated to answer the phone.
At the moment of connection, before she spoke, Qiao Mu's hoarse voice suddenly came, "brother and sister, come to the hospital, my heart hurts..."
Finish saying, hang up!
Yan Shiqi was frightened by his weak and hoarse voice, and did not dare to delay. After describing with the man, they drove to the hospital.
On the way, Yan Shiqi calls Qiao Mu back again, but he is not in the service area.
She calls Ling Zihuan again. Her cell phone is turned off. Even Mu Yi's cell phone is in a state of no answe