You Are My Unforgettable Love

By the time Qiao Lian didn't cry, the car had been driven to the city.

She casually found a person coming and going from the shopping mall, her eyes were red and swollen, and she walked on the street quietly.

In winter, it gets late.

It was only five o'clock in the evening and it was getting dark.

The street lights were on, and the lights were fading, and people were coming and going.

She shuttled through the crowd, but felt so lonely and lonely.

Her head was crying a little bit, but she knew clearly that what had just happened was not a dream.

During this time, her relationship with Shen Liangchuan eased.

It can even be said that she can clearly feel that Shen Liangchuan also feels to her.

If it wasn't for her own eyes or for her own ears, she wouldn't believe it, it was true.

Qiao Lian took a deep breath and suddenly felt that she was really poor.

Obviously happiness is in front of her, it seems to be within reach, but when she touched it, she realized that it was just a beautiful bubble that she had imagined.

This time, and eight years ago.

She is really an ominous person.

The cell phone rang, and she picked up the phone numbly, answered it, and the sound of leaflet excitement came across, "New gossip! Sister Qiao, guess what happened to Su Meimei?"

Qiao Lian said without a thought: "How's it going?"

"Ha, Mo Ru's temperament, don't you know? The last time you were late, she poured coffee on your face. This time I heard that Su Meimei deliberately designed it. She directly hit Su Meimei with a slap. Well, even took out Su Meimei's confession recording and let her pay for it! Now that everything has come to the newspaper, Su Meimei can't cry. In the end, Liu Zhixing took out the money to appease Mo Ru! Sister Qiao, unhappy? "

Qiao Lian didn't hear what she was saying at all, but echoed, "Shuang."

"Su Meimei originally had a lot of opinions about Liu Zhixing. Now, Liu Zhixing paid for her, and she was honest at once! You don't know, she just looked so touched ... Actually, the editor-in-chief is not useless, right? Sister Joe, Sister Joe? "

Qiao Lian said "um" before she said, "Xiaoye, if it's okay, I'll hang up."

As soon as she hung up, her phone vibrated.

Looking down, I found WeChat from Shen Liangchuan:

[Shen Liangchuan: Is it off work? 】

Qiao Lian stared at the WeChat, with red eyes and a sore nose.

She looked at the phone like that, standing still, without moving.

Two minutes later, the other party sent another message:

[Shen Liangchuan: I'm downstairs, come here to do business, pick you up and come home and wait for you. 】

Come here to do business?

He was clearly in the villa an hour ago.

But if it was before, she might think that he was to pick her up, to be able to stay with her for a while, but now ...

Qiao Lian smiled bitterly because she was given birth control pills, so make up for it?

Or was she guilty because she saved Song Yuanxi last time?

Both of these thoughts made her feel humiliated and feel that she was really miserable.

When she fell in love, when did she fall into a position of pity?

She was holding the phone tightly, and her fingers were green.

She didn't want to see him, so she ignored the information and continued walking alone on the street.

She was at a loss, not knowing where to go.

She only knew that she didn't want to go back to the small house she rented because it was too lonely there.