8mi Chapter 538 The Murderer (1)
Chapter 538 The Murderer (1)
Chapter 538 The Murderer (1)
She followed Mo Li silently all day today, watching him take the bus alone, walking slowly along the river, and when he saw a stall selling sweet potatoes, he suddenly smiled softly and paid for it. One, turned back to the bench by the river, and peeled off the sweet potato skin carefully.
His expression was very focused, as if he was doing something he was very familiar with. After peeling the sweet potato, he naturally stretched out his hand to the side, and said in a friendly tone, "Ah Leng, hurry up and eat!"
The one who answered him was the noisy voices from around. He didn't hear the familiar female voice, and Mo Li was stunned for a moment before slowly regaining his senses.
He stiffly withdrew his hand in mid-air, hung his head, and slowly ate the sweet potato bite by bite, but the sweet and delicious sweet potato was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it no matter what.
Ling Feifei stared deeply at the figure not far away from a distance, and tightly clenched the palm on the right, but Ling Feifei clearly felt the trembling of the man's body.
She followed him on the bus, which was heading towards X University. Along the way, Mo Li looked out of the window quietly. He seemed to be recalling the previous scene, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his face was full of smiles. A touch of tenderness.
Ling Feifei knew that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't erase the memory between Ning Ning and him. It was the past that she envied and envied all her life. As for her and Mo Li, apart from hatred and complaints, it seemed that there was nothing left.
However, the gods really have pity on her, let her run into a conversation between Ning Ning and Mo's mother today, although she listened in a daze, her brain was spinning fast, she knew that if she told Mo Li all this, that man should What a disappointment.
After a pause, Ling Feifei slowly picked up the phone, which showed the recording status. How could she enjoy such a wonderful conversation by herself? Taking advantage of the current cold war between Ning Ning and Mo Li, she can make good use of this conversation, so that Mo Li completely gave up on Condensation.
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For the next few days, Zhao Yating lay quietly on the bed, staring out the window blankly, with no trace of emotion on her face.
Even from the day Zhao Yating knew that she had aborted her child, when Lan Yu spoke to her, she didn't seem to hear her, and her eyes never fell on Lan Yu.
Such a quiet Zhao Yating made him feel strange and even more afraid. In the end, he was the one who owed her. Now that she had just lost her child, how could Lan Yu leave cruelly.
In the evening, Xiao Nai and Xiaoxiao called and asked him when he would go back. The wedding date has been set. According to Xiaoxiao's intention, the two families are not going to hold a big event, so they are relatives and friends, let him not miss the wedding.
Lan Yu responded softly, he suddenly wanted to marry Mo Lin, imagining how Mo Lin would look in the wedding dress, she must be beautiful, Lan Yu hung up the phone, and sat alone in the corridor outside for a long time.
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The manuscript of the wedding dress has almost been completed. These days, Su Yao just stays in the studio when she has nothing to do. Sometimes she just climbs into bed, and when inspiration comes, she rushes out of the bedroom.
Gu Pan began to regret it a bit, he shouldn't have encouraged her so much at the beginning, if this continues, his body will collapse.
Su Yao's hair has grown a lot, and it hangs softly on her shoulders. Gu Pan pushed open the door of the studio, and when she looked up, she saw a serious girl not far away.
When she was painting, she was very focused and liked to sit on the ground casually. Gu Pan was worried that Su Yao would catch a cold and knew that she had the habit of bare feet, so she spread a cashmere blanket on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the studio.
There are a lot of messy drawing papers scattered at Su Yao's feet. Xu is dissatisfied. They have been scribbled on a lot, and some drawing papers are crumpled up by her and thrown in front.
(End of this chapter)