As the truck passed by, Murong Jihua could hear people shouting excitedly:
"Is that really the girl who suddenly airborne and became popular?"
"Absolutely not wrong! I heard that the Murong family contributed to the flames..."
"The Murong family! Is it real or not! This girl is probably Murong Jihua's illegitimate daughter!?"
"How talented is Murong Jihua? Let me see, hehe...I'm afraid it's not someone who took care of her..."
"Don't talk nonsense! Murong Jihua is a man with a family!"
"It doesn't matter what her status is, she will definitely be popular for a while, hurry up and catch up! Taking a few more photos will give you a lot of traffic!"
"..."
1135.
Inexplicably, Murong Jihua, who has a daughter and lover in the mouths of the melon eaters: "..."
So that's the girl He Junle is after
Murong Jihua frowned:
"... Brother Jun Le, what exactly do you want to do?"
1136.
"BOSS, BOSS!"
Sophia's voice sounded.
Murong Jihua lowered his voice and asked softly, "What's the matter?"
"The situation has changed! Young Madam, he, he,
His points are about to catch up with Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth! "
"..."
"..."
"???"
1137.
Murong Jihua, who vaguely felt that he was about to win, took out his mobile phone in a daze, and pressed a series of numbers that he remembered with ease:
"Hey, He Junle, how are you doing, do you want me-"
"Obey, be quiet, don't do anything,"
He Junle's voice over there was a little hoarse, and Murong Jihua could even hear the other party's slight panting:
"Don't do anything, don't do anything, say the important thing three times. If you are bored, go eat hot pot ice cream, and wait for me obediently,"
"Wait for me to bring you victory."
1138.
The person I like is a hero of the world. I always believe that one day, he will step on the colorful auspicious clouds, and stretch out his hands to me with stories and storms all over his body——
"I've come to crown you with victory."
1139.
So flirtatious and sleepy!
While listening to He Junle's voice, Murong Jihua, who automatically imagined Tom Su's love story, blushed in disappointment. He coughed lightly, and tried his best to lower the corners of his crazily raised lips:
"good."
1140.
What about pickled fish
The original is sour, vegetable and redundant.
But as long as he coaxes me, I don't care at all.
1141.
So, Murong Jihua, who obeyed his man's decree of "don't do anything", found a small and fresh coffee shop and sat down.
He ordered a cup of milk tea, and while sipping his mouth full of sweetness, he listened to Sophia's exclamation louder and louder in his ear:
"Overtake by 100 points!"
"123!"
"200!"
Murong Jihua felt as if he had become the protagonist of the male cheating gold finger in the full text...
no no,
This "as if" is not very good.
Having He Junle, the real Long Aotian himself, is not the protagonist who has cheating cheats!
1142.
Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle.
During the period, Murong Jihua couldn't help but want to go downstairs to do something, but he was always interrupted by a well-timed call from He Junle.
"Please you don't want to do anything."
Well, God knows how He Junle is so good at timing.
Murong Jihua sighed, hung up the phone for the eighth time and sat back in his seat.
"Sophia, report the battle situation."
"1430:2109"
"How long until the end of the game?"
"Half an hour."
Sophia's voice was filled with a layer of joy: "Boss, the young lady is sure to win."
Murong Jihua was completely relieved now, although He Junle's points increase started to slow down an hour ago - this did not prevent him from winning with an absolute advantage.
"But how did Junle do it..."
Murong Jihua tapped the table rhythmically with his knuckles:
"Ask him later... It's the last thirty minutes, but don't make any mistakes... Huh?"
FLAG can't blindly insert Jaguar.
Murong Jihua obviously didn't quite understand this truth.
At this time, there are still twenty-eight minutes before the end of the game.
Murong Jihua received a call from He Junle.
The other party gasped heavily, his voice became hoarse, and he called out intermittently: "Jihua..."
Immediately, Murong Jihua's vision went dark, and he suddenly couldn't feel anything.
After three seconds of silence, he asked, "He Junle, what's wrong with you?"
1143.
"...I had a miscarriage."
—followed by a chaotic noise.
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There is one thing to say, it will return to normal daily updates from today.
And—the countdown to the end of this article~
The first book is really hands-on and I don’t have any experience. I wrote it blindly, and the characters in the plot are not very good at grasping... In short, there are many flaws. Special thanks to the baby who still reads!
I will try my best to give them a perfect ending (Bi Xin)
Drawing on experience, the end of this article and the opening of a new one are seamlessly connected.
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who voted [Landmine]: Abacus, only Ruoqiu 1;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [nutrient solution]:
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
decisive battle (below)
1144.
…
…
Well, life is like a drama, and drama is like life, it all depends on acting skills.
Murong Jihua let out a light breath, and slowly—with a slight "hiss"—put down the burden all over his body, and put on a mask of extreme grief:
"It's okay... the child can be born again if it's gone, you are my only big baby.
Nine out of ten times when life is unsatisfactory, if you lose your horse, you will know that it is not a blessing...
Don't cry, dear, wait for me to find you. "
The voice is choked, like complaining like admiration, like weeping like complaining,
Act like the real thing.
It's just the last step.
The farce is about to end.
1145.
Murong Jihua tried his best to control his joyful expression, lowered his voice and asked, "Where are you?"
The other party's voice was feeble, like a habitual offender who didn't blink his eyes when he lied to others: "Central Square, girl...
Women's bathroom… "
Murong Jihua: "..."
He Junle: "..."
Murong Jihua: "...junle."
He Junle: "...?"
Murong Jihua: "We've already won, you really don't need it... you don't need it for me, you don't want your reputation... you don't even let the girls in the bathroom go... I really, I don't deserve it..."
He Junle: "..."
Murong Jihua's lingering love talk only started, and He Junle hung up the phone with inexplicable anger.
Murong Jihua: "??? What did you say wrong again?"
Murong Jihua's ecstasy is hidden from his face, and the appearance really looks like that - an image of the pillar of the family who has lost his beloved son but still pretends to be strong, with frowning brows, red eyes, thin lips tightly pursed, and low air pressure all over his body.
—When he was thinking about what kind of transportation to take to the bathroom in the central square, Sophia's rustling sobs brought him back to reality.
Sophia cried so hard that she couldn't speak clearly, Murong Jihua resisted the overwhelming guilt in her stomach, and tried to distinguish Sophia's choked up crying:
"Young master, he... woo woo woo, boss..."
"..."
Murong Jihua took a deep breath, could only light a cigarette, and covered his expression with swallowing clouds:
"...God lacked an angel, so he took him away. Sophia, now is not the time to be sad. This war is far from over."
Sophia whimpered and cried: "But... that is the flesh and blood of the BOSS... He should be the most powerful, cutest and noblest child in the world... That's it... Sorry, BOSS... I'm sorry..."
Murong Jihua took a long puff of cigarette, chasing the clouds and mist, he could only see a pair of eyes covered with mist, he moved his wrist slightly, stomped the cigarette end on the sole of his shoe, and cast his eyes on the distant sky:
"The man has passed away, and so is the living. If he is still alive, he probably doesn't want to see us suffering and degrading,"
"Although the child is gone, his mother... the other father is still in the vortex of fighting. He must be very weak and painful now. As a man, I must shoulder all these and support this family."
Sophia gradually stopped crying: "BOSS..."
Murong Jihua could almost imagine the face of her little fan girl who was so moved by her tears and shocked by her great awareness through her voice.
ah,
I'm such a gifted speaker!
Sophia: "... BOSS."
Murong Jihua: "Huh?"
Sophia: "... If you don't go to the young lady again, you may lose more than..."
Murong Jihua: "..."
1146.
... Look, is this fucking human language!
1147.
Murong Jihua turned around according to the coordinates sent by He Junle, and finally found a dilapidated small bathroom in a corner of the central square, and the air was filled with a moving smell.
Murong Jihua deeply felt the breath of poverty.
1148.
Three circles to the left, three circles to the right,
Look left and right.
Confirm again and again,
Double check,
OK, make sure no one is around.
Raise your hips and lift your legs—hey!
One step forward - umm not bad!
Push the door open and step into the women's bathroom.
1149.
After Murong Jihua entered, he immediately locked the door behind him, leaning his back against the door and panting.
Unexpectedly, this young master will be number one in this life plus the previous life