As soon as the car drove into Leng’s house, the only thing she saw Zeng’s mother waiting for her with a pair of trousers, her eyes were red and she didn’t think about why neither she nor the driver called Zeng’s mother. How could Zeng’s mother know her? In the situation, she just put on her pants and quickly went upstairs, shut herself in the room and cried. Zeng Ma came up and knocked on the door countless times, but she did not open it either.
The insults and ridicules of those people still seemed to be echoing in her ears. She didn't know how to go to work in the future or how to face the group of people.
"Only, be strong! Be strong! Be strong!" She buried her head under the quilt and shouted a few times, but the feeling of wanting to cry was still so strong.
"Blame you! Telling me I can cry, making me so vulnerable now!" For no reason, he began to complain about the people downstairs, but he couldn't help but stepped to the window.
The night outside the window is like ink, and the window downstairs is also pitch black. I feel lost in my heart for some reason. I slowly walked back to the table and held my chin. Why didn't you come back
Every five minutes, she would look down until the hour hand pointed to 12, and the downstairs was still dark. Tonight, he won't be back, but why do I hope he is at home
I muster my courage, take out the phone, press the only received call in the phone, but the response I get is: Sorry, the user you dialed is turned off...
Take out the little puppet doll made today, with long hair draped over his shoulders, neat bangs on the forehead, big eyes, wearing ragged jeans and a T-shirt, and he is the only one who is alive and well.
This is because the doll spied on him all night, and she did not convince herself. She was going to ask the puppet to spy on him instead of herself, but he was not there...
Aggrievedly, he took out the pen, drew a few teardrops on the puppet’s face, tied them to the rope and put them down.
The bell is still, the night breeze is still, but the puppet turns so lonely...
She wiped away the dripping tears, got into the quilt, quietly recalled the gentle voice, quietly missed the handwriting of the dragon and phoenix dance, quietly fell asleep with the name-Leng Yi...
She didn't know how long she had slept, it seemed dark and bright, bright and dark.
"Baby, you are the only one for me..." The familiar melody sounded, and the only one jumped up from the **, took out the phone, and cried at the person at the end, "Why don't you go home?!"
The person on the other side of the phone felt very innocent. It was clear yesterday that someone called him a nemesis and asked him not to appear in her sight...
"Only, why don't you go to work today? Why don't you eat for two days?"
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