But when I saw her helplessly blowing the cold wind on the roadside, I couldn't sit still and watch.

Qiao Jingnian felt endless entanglement and hesitation in his heart, and his eyes fell on Yao Meng again.

Yao Meng, how much do you hate me?

Yao Meng:

The man suddenly asked such a question in a low voice. Yao Meng's beautiful eyes were stunned, and then she seemed to have heard a huge joke.

How much do you hate you? Qiao Jingnian, I wish you could die, is this enough?

Qiao Jingnian:

The word death is particularly harsh, and Qiao Jingnian listens it sincerely.

Oh

very nice.

This is really good.

She actually wanted to die by herself.

right

I really may die, on the operating table.

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Chapter completed!