Chapter 692

Sang Qi and I got on the plane to Los Angeles. The first class was very comfortable and the stewardess was very beautiful.

Today is Sanshi's funeral.

Sang Yu's wedding.

The driver got out of the car, took our luggage, and we got into he Xiangu's car.

"I lost my memory, don't you know?" My eyes are bigger than hers.

"You don't know me. Don't pretend you don't know me." He Xiangu's eyes are still so good-looking.

"He Jieyu."

"No introduction?" I interrupted he Xiangu's greetings.

"Ah Qi, are you tired on the road? It's hot today. Let's get on the bus."

She came over gracefully and opened her arms to Sang Qi. I subconsciously stood in front of Sang Qi. He Xiangu could only shake hands with Sang Yu symbolically.

He Xiangu, a long lost person.

No matter how rich she is, the main reason is that this woman is the most familiar person I used to be.

A very beautiful woman, dignified and elegant, wearing the latest dress of a big brand, wearing a big cornice hat, white high heels, carrying several figures of limited edition bags, very forced to wear.

A car came to pick us up. Sang Qi took my hand. I was just about to ask if it was your friend. At this time, a woman came down from the car. When she turned to face me, I was stunned.

The sunshine in Los Angeles was very strong. I stood at the gate of the airport, squinting my eyes and putting my hand on my forehead to block the sunshine: "it's so hot."

The plane landed in Los Angeles more than ten hours later. Why did we choose here? Because Nan Huaijin found the address of white sugar according to the photos. We came to Los Angeles not only for honeymoon, but mainly for white sugar.

The hangover of Sang Shixi is that even if the person I love is around me, I suddenly have no sense of security.

I am afraid that the people in my life will go away one by one, including sang Qi.

He knows that I'm talking nonsense, and he won't sweat himself with such dreams.

"It's not easy to change my mind. It's easier to walk with my kidney. I have a big stomach now. I can't be lucky for you."

He laughed more happily: "is it so easy for you to change your mind?"

"I dreamt that you and the stewardess would stay together and ignore me."

He laughed, showing white teeth: "I have so terrible?"

"I dreamed of you."

"What did you dream of?"

"Well, it's horrible."

Mulberry flag wiped off my forehead and had a nightmare

I suddenly woke up from the dream, sweating.

Sang Shixi, as a person I hate the most, he died. I don't know who to hate.

Now that branch road sign suddenly disappeared, I stood at the crossroads, watching those people hurry past me, I stretched out my hand, actually a person can not hold. Gu Yu, Bai Tang, the people closest to me have gone away one by one from my life and left me forever.

Sang Shixi is the most prominent one. His tall figure is like a branch road sign, which makes my life deviate.

This time, I had a dream that was not a dream. I saw a lot of people coming and going in my dream.

I fell asleep. Although the stewardess walked around sang Qi and asked her what she needed, I still fell asleep in her arms under her harassment.

It's very nice to be in the first class. There's a special service. If I'm not here, there's warm bedding service.

She pointed to another stewardess: "this one is specially for you. You can tell her if you need anything."

I pulled the blanket from her hand. "Why don't you ask me if I need it?" She said with a smile: "this lady, I'm dedicated to serving Mr. sang. Your lady is that one."

The stewardess came back with a blanket in her hand and said, "Mr. sang, do you need a blanket? The air conditioner is a little cold today."

I said that sang Qi and I had been married for such a long time and had not spent our honeymoon, so he took me to spend our honeymoon. In fact, I didn't want to stay in Jincheng to face those things.

I can't fight with Sang Qi, but if I don't, I feel very empty.

"I don't remember." He was smiling.

"You dare say you didn't aim there?"

"But why do we talk about other people's breasts?"

"Cut, it's not that I don't have it." He looked down at himself and shed two lines of clear tears.

"I'm so glad."

"If I had such a big chest, I would be exposed every day."

"So what?"

"Prosthetic breasts can't get on the plane. High altitude pressure will make the prosthesis explode. Before, there was a European and American female star who got on the plane with breast augmentation. As a result, the prosthesis exploded. She flies in the sky all day. It must be true."

"What do you say?" Sang Qi asked me with a smile.

I bit my ears with Sang Qi: "her chest must be real."I'm pregnant now, and I don't even have a big chest.

The collar of her stewardess uniform is very high, and she is wearing a silk scarf, but she unties several buttons, and her chest is ready to come out, which makes me envious.

"Meaty? Meatballs? " For example, I almost had to say your three words, but I still held back.

She is very appropriate smile: "occasionally there are beef cattle."

"As far as I know, New Zealand produces cows." I raised an eyelid and told the stewardess.

"Mr. sang, we have steak today. Would you like to have one? It's very fresh and it's from New Zealand by air."

I leaned back in my chair and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside. Today's weather is very good, and there is no air flow, so the beautiful stewardess can come and go freely, and the butterflies generally rotate around sang Qi.

This girl is cruel and has her own ideas. She will be a terrible person in the future.

I don't know where sang Yu can make Nan Huaijin marry her. I don't even know if she is really pregnant.

So, sang Shixi's funeral should be very quiet, only Wei Lan!

It's hard for me to describe Mr. Sang's psychological activities, but I think it's hopeless.

I know that Zhou Zihao died at a young age, but I don't know how many.

Mr. sang has experience in such things as the death of a son.

But he didn't know.

So, we don't know if he knows that Sanshi is dead.

Mr. sang is ill in bed. He is a bit of a precursor of Alzheimer's disease. What he said to him in the first half of a second can be forgotten in the second half.

Sang Shixi was not the king of heaven, so sang Yu's wedding was held as usual.

Sang Yu is very headstrong. She has long decided that this Wednesday will be the day when Tianwang Laozi died.

I was still a little confused and asked sangqi, "what's the situation?"

"Jieyu lives here. It's better to live with her than in a hotel."

"Are you still in touch these years?" I raised my eyebrows.